A large, blood-red mass of flesh was moving, its surface embedded with human heads, whose facial expressions were anguished, as if they were alive. These heads emitted piercing screams as if wailing.
It seemed as if after the flesh mass devoured a human, it would grow their head on its body. Moreover, the flesh mass had a huge, vertical, abyss-like mouth with sharp, interlocking teeth, oozing disgusting, sticky liquid.
A Tyrant was carrying a zombie, walking over and throwing it into the mouth of the flesh mass.
No matter what, in the hierarchy of zombies, the Tyrant was prestigious.
Yet now, it was doing the job of a nanny.
Indeed, it was quite unexpected.
…
Sunshine District.
Lin Fan met with He Qing.
"Mr. Lin, the Lucky Number is developing in an orderly manner, and I came to report the situation," said He Qing, who had no other agenda but to check in and make his presence known to Lin Fan.
But who would have thought, he would see Zhou Yang.
