Song Lian wanted to say something else, opened his mouth to speak, but ultimately said nothing.
He just nodded, opened the car door, and got in, sitting next to Wen Shangyin.
His eyelids twitched incessantly; he had a bad premonition.
It seemed this trip would not go smoothly and was prone to trouble.
But Wen Shangyin wouldn't listen to his advice, and he could do nothing, only hoping they could succeed.
Even if they failed in the end, he hoped Su Ling and the others could salvage the situation.
Thinking of Su Ling and the others, Song Lian's worries lessened considerably.
How could he have forgotten that even if they failed, they still had Su Ling and the others to clean up the mess?
At worst, they could concoct an excuse later.
For example, they wanted to clear obstacles for Su Ling and the others in advance but underestimated their own abilities, leading to failure.
With this thought, Song Lian had no more reservations. Since there was a fallback, if they failed, they would try to stall for time until Su Ling and the others arrived. kanShuWu.ξà
Song Lian didn't know why failure was the first thought in his mind, but that's how he felt.
Chu Jin was the Zombie King and could command the zombie army.
And in their confrontation with the zombie army, they had nearly lost.
If it weren't for Su Ling and the others saving them, they would have fled in disarray, possibly even a complete rout.
Yet, this Zombie King, who had almost forced them to flee, was now almost killed by that group of survivors.
Song Lian's worries and concerns stemmed from this.
However, Wen Shangyin wouldn't listen to his advice. He was a strategist, true, but if Wen Shangyin didn't adopt his suggestions, he was helpless.
The car slowly started, smoke filling the cabin. Song Lian looked out from the car, Su Ling's mobile fortress within his sight.
For some reason, the moment he saw Su Ling's mobile fortress, Song Lian suddenly awoke.
It was as if he were in darkness, and a ray of light shone in, dispelling the darkness and restoring everything to brightness.
He suddenly understood that perhaps their intentions were well known to Su Ling and the others.
After all, Shang Qi could read minds and hear their inner thoughts.
How could Shang Qi not know their mental activities? He must have known.
Not only did he know, but he pretended not to, deliberately letting them go and putting themselves in danger.
With this realization, Song Lian, belatedly, broke out in a cold sweat. He looked at Wen Shangyin, "Master Yin, there's something I'm not sure if I should say."
Wen Shangyin looked at Song Lian and extinguished his cigar. "What is it? Speak." KanShu Le
Given Wen Shangyin's permission, Song Lian didn't hold back and got straight to the point. "Master Yin, don't you think Su Ling, Third Master, and the others must know our motives and intentions?"
Wen Shangyin paused his hand, which was about to put down the cigar, upon hearing Song Lian's words, then reassured himself. "It's not that bad. We are grasshoppers on the same rope. We are still useful to them. They wouldn't watch us risk our lives without a word. If they did that, it would be like hurting a thousand enemies while losing eight hundred of our own."
Song Lian disagreed with Wen Shangyin's words.
He had a nagging feeling that Shang Qi and Su Ling knew their intentions and chose not to expose them, letting them act recklessly.
Before encountering Chu Jin, Shang Qi and Su Ling indeed needed them.
But now, with Chu Jin's appearance, their value had been greatly diminished.
To put it bluntly, they were dispensable.
If they acted dishonorably, secretly snatching the prize before Su Ling and the others, it was inherently unethical.
If they succeeded, it would be fine. But if they failed, they would perish.
At that time, even if they explained, they would have no defense.