Sun Neng looked at a small white dog in the passenger seat.
This little white dog was just a normal farm dog, also commonly known as a mongrel, and seemed to be only about six or seven months old in size.
As he drove on the road, he saw Xiao He lying on the roadside, barely alive. He got out of the car to check on him, thinking that walking alone in this apocalyptic world, having a dog for company wouldn't be a bad choice.
If it were another survivor, they might think in the post-apocalyptic world that no road is entirely closed off. It looked like they could have a delicious dog meat hotpot meal.
"Woof woof!"
Xiao He lay on the seat, hearing his master's voice, and barked twice with his head raised.
Sun Neng patted Xiao He's head, "Don't bark indiscriminately outside, it's very dangerous. Those biting zombies love people who shout."
Xiao He, as if understanding, nuzzled Sun Neng's palm, whining softly.
As they continued to drive forward, a situation emerged in the distance.
