In w.a.n.g Ran's eyes, Yang Hao's attempt to make friends was an act of currying favor. This made w.a.n.g Ran feel ashamed.

Yang Hao became somewhat embarra.s.sed upon hearing w.a.n.g Ran's words. He frowned and chided, “What bending over and currying favor? What nonsense are you talking about?”

He then turned towards Yun Huan and apologized. “I'm really embarra.s.sed for you to hear that. w.a.n.g Ran might be confused by the fever and started to speak nonsense. I'll bring him in to rest now, sorry.”

Yang Hao glared at w.a.n.g Ran as a warning not to speak.

w.a.n.g Ran was indeed foolish, and Yang Hao had never been willing to interact with him. If not for w.a.n.g Ran being the cousin of his good friend, he would never have chosen to be in the same team as him.

w.a.n.g Ran was indeed suffering from a fever after being clawed and wounded by a zombie. The infection had spread throughout his entire body and increased the temperature to a severe degree.

But he felt extremely awake and was clear on what he was saying.

But when he saw the strictness deep in Yang Hao's eyes, he did not speak up and walked away in anger.

Lin Qing chuckled, but his laugh was not a friendly one. “We will naturally not bicker with him if he is muddled from the fever. But he is infected with the zombie poison and isn't the safest person to be with. What if he turns into a zombie?”

Chu Mohe blinked his bright eyes and looked innocently towards Yang Hao. “Zombies are really scary. A bite from them can kill.”

Chu Mohe even trembled his small body as though having recalled something scary and hid behind Du Ruan.

Qin Yi's mouth twitched. She still clearly remembered the person who had killed the most zombies. The excited rabbit face was actually a person unwilling to stop when he started killing.

Yang Hao asked in surprise, “What is this?” He also remembered how ferocious the man was when killing zombies.

Lin Qing immediately understood Chu Mohe's intention the moment he spoke up, as expected of them being brothers for many years.

Lin Qing took a deep breath and revealed a pained expression as he replied Yang Hao. “You don't know about this. We used to have a little brother, Little Eight, but he was bitten by a zombie the day before yesterday. We didn't pay attention to that as well and he turned into a zombie overnight. If not for Qiqi's warning, we would have all died.”

As though afraid that Yang Hao did not believe him, Lin Qing added on anxiously, “Look at us. Don't we have three awakened users in our group? They only gained their abilities after being bitten by Little Eight. Otherwise, how did you think that half of our team of six are awakened users?”

When he finished explaining, Chu Mohe who was still hiding behind Du Ruan sobbed softly with tears in his eyes. “Little Eight is so pitiful, but it was truly scary that night.”

The corners of Qin Yi's mouth and eyes twitched uncontrollably. ‘Why can't I remember a Little Eight in the group? Is he a ghost?'

‘Their words are craftier than the next.'

Yun Huan glanced at Yang Hao indifferently. “That is true.”

Yang Hao sighed deeply. He seemed to have seen a trace of pain in Yun Huan's eyes. As a person who had just lost his brothers, he was able to relate to the pain.

He thought of patting Yun Huan on the shoulders and consoling him.

But when he saw Yun Huan's cold eyes, Yang Hao felt terrified and his hands seemed to be unable to extend outwards.

Yang Hao rubbed his own nose and replied in sympathy. “My condolences.”

The aura emitted from him was too strong and he did not dare to reach his hand out.