Less than ten minutes after leaving the bus, they suffered an inexplicable attack, and Zheng Yaowen died.
With no mind to spare for Xu Feng, who sat dazed on the ground, Bai Zhi cautiously swept his flashlight over the scene and made a preliminary assessment of Zheng Yaowen's death.
The state of the corpse was extremely gruesome. Judging from the wound at the neck, his head had been forcibly torn straight off—and it looked as if his spine had been ripped out along with it.
Zheng Yaowen's death caused no ripple in this hastily assembled team, though it dealt Xu Feng quite a heavy blow.
After all, judging by how his friend had died, that thing following behind them had apparently been secretly feeding on his friend the entire time Xu Feng carried him...
Perhaps the only comfort was that Zheng Yaowen had died painlessly in his sleep.
"We should be more careful from here on out."
His right hand tightly gripping the Silver White Pistol, Lin He's expression was grim.
"My Base Attributes are the highest, so I'll take the rear and keep watch. The most important thing is to get off this dangerous road as soon as possible."
"Fine. Then I'll scout ahead."
Standing up beside Zheng Yaowen's corpse, Bai Zhi glanced at Lin He and nodded noncommittally.
Xu Feng said nothing.
No matter how unwilling Xu Feng was, Zheng Yaowen's headless corpse could only be left behind. They did not have much time—only three hours—and there was no spare time for dealing with a body. Besides, he did not have any tools on him.
The road ahead was silent.
During that time, Lin He fired twice more. But the long, slender Monster was incredibly fast. He fired eight shots in total, yet only one struck it. The