Chu Han had wanted to pull Shang Jiudi back and tell her to wait. After all, the surroundings were unfamiliar, and the situation was rather strange. But Luo Xiaoxiao suddenly jumped out of the car with a slap, grabbed her assault rifle, and ran after her, her face equally anxious.
What was going on? Didn't Luo Xiaoxiao hate Thirteen?
Chu Han was utterly surprised, and the doubts in his heart only grew. The way these two treated that woman he had never met was far too strange.
He glanced at the building before them. It looked eerie in the darkness. A bizarre red moon hung directly overhead, bathing the place in an aura of death. Strange black blood clung to the old walls, while the ivy had become dead branches spreading across the facade. Everything here was unsettling!
Chen Shaoye carefully parked the car with its front facing the exit. Chu Han had instructed him to do so. He had always felt there was something wrong with this orphanage, and if anything happened, they could leave more quickly this way.
"Let's go!" Chu Han quietly instructed Chen Shaoye, gripping his axe tightly as he took the lead.
Shang Jiudi and Luo Xiaoxiao were already nowhere to be seen. Chu Han and Chen Shaoye could only search for them with flashlights. Beyond the orphanage entrance was a spacious lobby. Colorful puzzle pieces littered the floor, now completely scattered and mixed with rotting flesh, their original appearance unrecognizable. The tables and chairs lay in total disarray, broken wooden table legs strewn everywhere. The walls were smeared with black matter that might have been human blood or zombie blood. Many toys sat in the corners, and a white doll's face was covered in blood.
There were no zombies and no human skeletons, but