They adhered to the behavioral bottom line of peaceful times, unaffected by the apocalypse.
The words of Grandfather Wang exploded in their hearts like a bolt from the blue.
'Within humans lie the hearts of beasts, few truly recognize this.'
Indeed.
It wasn't wrong.
Zhou Ting thought about the events that had unfolded. The apocalypse was like an invisible pair of hands, appearing behind every survivor, pushing some forward quickly, others slowly.
He used to think it was the apocalyptic circumstances that turned once friendly people into villains.
Now it seemed that perhaps everyone harbored a beastly heart deep within, and those apocalyptic hands were merely the bait that triggered its release.
The shop was quickly put in order.
Lin Fan took out three hundred yuan from the drawer, one bill per person.