Questioning the Leather Bag

"We absolutely can't let anyone see the 'cargo'!"

The old man turned his head 180 degrees, his slightly protruding eyes looking at the beggar who had witnessed everything.

Crack, crack~

The bones throughout his body folded toward his back, and he dropped onto all fours.

In an incredibly fast crawling posture, he headed straight for the beggar.

This utterly filthy beggar among beggars was naturally Han Dong, whose consciousness had only just fully possessed the body... if he encountered danger, Han Dong could immediately sever his consciousness and return to the Black Tower.

Of course, that would also mean losing the chance to explore Yin Yang Road.

Enduring the rheumatic pain from every joint in his body and the twisting agony of a perforated stomach, Han Dong raised his skinny, trembling left arm.

"Death Sand."

Pfft~

The actual effect was not much different from farting. Only a small stream of black sand shot from his palm.

Even with a direct hit, it merely formed a small amount of "gangrenous" tissue on the old man's body... it could not affect his movements.

The absolute suppression in terms of strength was truly unbearable.

Face him head-on?

Han Dong was somewhat confident that, with the G-Virus fully activated, he could rely on zombie-level strength to confront the old man directly... but the large leather bag hanging from the old man was a hidden bomb.

"Run" became the only correct choice.

With that in mind.

Han Dong fully activated his right arm. The interaction between the Ghoul Arm and the G-Virus formed a relatively powerful Zombie Arm even under such intense suppression.

At the very least, it allowed this nearly dead beggar to exert the strength of a healthy adult.

Clatter, clatter~

As Han Dong ran toward the exit at the other end of