Across the port of the city of A, a group of human-shaped geese flew past. They maintained a tight formation from south to north, looking at each other and flew towards the next resting place of the geese.

A wild goose that had left the team was flying hard far behind the geese. Without companions to offset the wind's resistance, the backward wild goose was very struggling to fly. During the long journey, it might not be able to fly their final destination, but it still insisted on flying hard. Without too much attention, it could see that the wild goose was exhausted, but no one knew why it was still struggling to hold on. Why not find a temporary place to settle down? No one knew what kind of emotions were flashing in the eyes of the lonely goose.

Looking down from the geese's eyes, countless zombies were emerging from each area near the Nancheng Port, and they were all surging in one direction with deformity and fierceness.

Ye Wuque and the other two each held a rifle, and huge bullets erupted from the rifle, accompanied by a loud bang and smoke, they hit the zombies blocking the way. The power of each bullet in the rifle could smash a zombie.

The Black Wolf King only has one right hand, without two hands, and there is no way to replace bullets for the rifle. He can only use a n9 pistol with excellent power explosion in the pistol, but it is not suitable to aim and has a great recoil. However, it is used to attack zombies that will never avoid, but is the best choice among pistols. The Black Wolf King does not need too much aim. Every time he shoots a bullet, he can smash half of the head of a zombie.

The God of Gamblers is the strangest thing. He always has an endless deck of playing cards in his hand.

Cards flew out of the God of Gamblers like bullets, and the effect was as fierce as bullets. Playing cards suddenly turned into sharp blades, and any zombie forehead that touched the playing cards was undoubtedly cut in half. Ye Wuque always suspected that the God of Gamblers would definitely not use the poker they usually use for fighting against Landlords.

Moreover, the longer Ye Wuque had contact with the God of Gamblers, the more he found that there were many strange things on this guy. According to Ye Wuque, the God of Gamblers lived in seclusion near City B for many years. He was obviously a man living in a coastal city, but he didn't know a little bit of water. What's even more exaggerated is that the special service staff who worked for the South African government did not understand any kind of guns and ammunition. There was also the poker in his hand. Until now, Ye Wuque had at least seen this man throw out three decks of playing cards, and he killed the most zombies. Ye Wuque could not see through it. He seemed to have countless playing cards on him, but he never knew where he hid these playing cards.

Piles of zombies were still desperately surrounding Ye Wuque and the others, like a group of crazy hungry and crazy mental patients. In front of them, more than 200 zombies had already piled up, but the number of zombies in the South City seemed to be endless. Every moment, zombies were rushing out in every corner.

"How many such strange things are there..." Seeing the overwhelming zombies surrounding him with a desperate desire, Zhang Tianluo's spirit was a little broken. He stood there and repeatedly fired rifles. The sound of gunfire exploded in his ears, shaking his head hurt.

Although the zombies rushing in the front could not gnaw any of Ye Wuque and others, the line between the zombies and them was still hit by the continuous efforts of the zombies. As the distance closest to them was getting shorter and shorter...

Nowadays, the god of gambling is forced to throw out three cards at once. Whenever they throw them out, they can accurately cut the heads of the three zombies closest to them.

The god of gambling occasionally raised his head and looked at the backward goose in the sky. Some other emotions seemed to flash in his rigorous eyes.

"Hey Ye Wuque, do you have your own belief?" The God of Gamblers suddenly asked, "I didn't understand what I was thinking."

"It's time, and I'm still talking about faith. Let's think about how to break out of the zombies' siege first." Ye Wuque frowned and fired another shot. The bullet was a little crooked, but it broke the leg of the zombie in front. The zombie was not dead. It lay on the ground, digging forward with its hands, and yelled at Ye Wuque with grin.

A poker flew out, hitting the head of the zombie. The zombie's face was centered on its nose, penetrated the skull, leaving a gap of thickness of playing cards, and some dirty brain matter flowed out of the gap. The zombie fell to the ground.

Ye Wuque turned his head and looked. The God of Gamblers had stood beside him at some point. He had a deep face, his eyes revealing his eyes that seemed to be thinking about something else. He asked again, "Do you have your own belief?"

Ye Wuque was a little impatient when asked, but when he thought about it carefully, it seemed that he really had no special beliefs. He had no religious beliefs, nor had he had a particularly persistent concept. The only thing he insisted on was that he must want to protect people who are very important to him. For example, the most fundamental purpose of his trip to South Africa was to save Xiaoqi who was on the verge of dying.

"I have never considered this before. I know gambling all day long." The God of Gamblers threw out five pokers, and then looked up at the lonely geese in the sky. He continued, "Later, my gambling became more and more powerful, and I began to have some strange thoughts. I began to think that I should believe in something. Because the longer I live, the more I discovered that any creature in this world exists because it believes in something. Big trees believe in the sky, flowers believe in the sun, and fish believe in the sea, even if it is a wolf." The God of Gamblers glanced at the Black Wolf King and continued, "Everyone believes in the forest. Do you understand what I mean?"

Ye Wuque ignored him and aimed straight at the zombie in front.

"Bang." My head was splashed everywhere.

"Even these zombies who are not living creatures believe in human flesh. Everything in the world lives around their own beliefs. But during that time, I didn't seem to know what I should believe in."

"There is no need for faith in a neurosis." Ye Wuque said coldly.

"You will mock me." The God of Gamblers did not intend to argue with Ye Wuque. In fact, he himself didn't care what Ye Wuque said. At this time, he might be more, just want to express some feelings.

"Later I understood. My faith is the illusory and lucky master. No matter how superb my gambling skills are, it is the most important factor in blessing me with a smooth journey. It must be the most important factor in my life's journey. I regard it as a belief and begin to be grateful for his existence at all times."

"If a person wants to live well, it cannot be entirely up to luck." Ye Wuque replied coldly.

"Hey, so you can't be a gambler." The god of gambling said: "I went through a lot later and understood more clearly how lucky it is to regard "Lucky Lord" as a belief. I also saw a lot of things. Actually, when I reached my level, it was logical that I should have a Daji to accept a disciple or something, but I still couldn't find a suitable candidate. Later I thought you were good. But after a try, I found that you had no talent to be a gambler at all. And your expression of disdain for "Lucky Lord" is the most deadly shortcoming among gamblers."

"Don't talk about your beliefs! Find a way out quickly. Otherwise, I will all die here!" The Black Wolf King couldn't listen to it anymore and shouted loudly, pulling his throat.

"Don't worry. Everyone can't escape death, but at least we will never die here." The God of Gamblers said confidently.

"How do you know?" Tian Yishu also asked curiously after firing a shot.

"Hehe..." said the God of Gamblers: "The God of Lucky told me."

At this moment, downstairs of a building on the right side of the port, a little girl's voice suddenly rang out loud: "Hey... the people on the shore... run here..."

Everyone turned around and looked at a little white girl of seven or eight years old was covering her hands against her mouth, shouting loudly at Ye Wuque and the others.

This was a sudden and surprising voice. This very well-behaved white little girl became the first person Ye Wuque and his friends finally met when they arrived in City A.

All the zombies were inexplicably looking at the little girl's loud voice, and then half of the zombies changed directions. After turning a very clumsy way, they began to run towards the little girl's direction nervously.

"Look... My lucky master has begun to do his best." The God of Gamblers smiled mysteriously.

Beside the little girl, there were more than a dozen adult men and women. They were holding machine guns in their hands and began to shoot at groups of zombies frantically. At the same time, they also became Ye Wuque and the others' best cover point.

"Run to them!" Ye Wuque said.

The five of them kept changing positions in the cover of the dozen or so machine guns, moving closer to the crowd on the left.

The god of gambling ran to Ye Wuque and said with a mysterious smile: "Look, often at critical moments, what saves your life is the power of faith."
Chapter completed!