There were people from the "Poisonous" Saint Jaharlal Choudhury's group stealing from the Mound of the Dead, and then research into unlocking human genes had uncovered something incredible. That sounds so fantastical, it's almost hard to believe!
Li Bai's theory left Diana incredulous. She stared at him in disbelief.
Mohenjo-daro, built around 2600 BC in Larkana County, Pakistan, had been destroyed by a prehistoric nuclear strike. The cause was the Ghoul Curse spiraling completely out of control, leaving no choice but to resort to the ultimate solution.
"I think this theory is quite likely, but we still need further evidence to verify it."
Li Bai hadn't witnessed what had really happened. For now, all he could do was make an educated guess based on the keywords.
If his guess was the truth, then the Saint's Association would never be able to shrug off the blame. No wonder Hercules hadn't held anything back in his email—not even the highly confidential video of an internal meeting.
"It's certainly possible. It does sound a little scary."
Even Diana, on the other end of the phone, felt a chill run down her back.
After all, when something from a movie suddenly appeared in real life, anyone would be horrified.
The world was already chaotic enough. If a zombie outbreak happened on top of everything else, it would only make matters worse.
"I've already sent people to investigate the Mound of the Dead. We should have results before long."
Based on what Li Bai had heard from Zhao Aiguo, three groups had already taken the job and were gathering people to head to Pakistan to investigate.
It wasn't that more people weren't willing to get involved. In fact, most of the people making a living—and grabbing a bite to eat—at Li Bai's Tavern were small-time