The sound was neither loud nor soft. There was no ear-splitting explosion; it was like accidentally stepping on a rotten melon by the roadside while walking along a country lane at night.
Although the commotion was not great, it still made everyone's heart jolt.
The flames went out.
The wind stopped as well.
A cloud of blood around Liu Ping's head exploded, splattering the nearby walls and survivors with blood.
The corpse fell stiffly to the ground.
Above the neck, there was nothing left.
Even the bones were gone.
As blood sprayed everywhere, A Bao felt a trace of warmth in her pale-gray eyes. A smear of blood had splashed into her pupils. She raised her hand blankly, wiped her eye, then sniffed the blood on her hand.
She smiled.
"Auntie, Auntie, don't cry. The monster has already run back home~"
The woman hugged A Bao tightly and stared in shock at Liu Ping's head, which had exploded like a rotten watermelon. She had constantly hoped for the day Liu Ping would die, and now she had witnessed it with her own eyes.
She could hardly believe that her wish had actually come true.
Thinking of her older sister and niece, who had been devoured clean by zombies, she could no longer hold back. Hugging A Bao, she burst into loud sobs.
Several seconds passed before the other people finally came to their senses.
A middle-aged man felt something strike his face. It hurt a little.
He reached up and touched it. When he looked at his hand, wasn't that a small piece of pale, ghastly bone?
Was this Liu Ping's skull?
"Ahhhhhhh!"
"It exploded! Liu Ping's head actually exploded!"
"How terrifying! It didn't even leave behind a single complete bone!"
"Mommy, so scary! This auntie is a monster!"
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