The female walking corpse was unbelievably strong. No wonder more than a dozen police officers had been unable to subdue her that day.
This is bad. If the female walking corpse caught us and bit us, the two of us would turn into corpses too!
The female walking corpse carried the two of us into the darkness, then stopped.
Then, someone emerged from the dark factory building. Their footsteps were steady and even—the same footsteps we had heard earlier.
It was a hunched old woman. Several white skulls hung from the cane in her right hand.
If witches still existed in this world, then this old woman before us absolutely deserved the title.
Her hair was gray and disheveled, the wrinkles on her face piled high in folds. Especially her age spots—they were practically no different from the livor mortis marks on corpses that had been dead for over ten days.
Chen Mu's eyes were wide with fear. I had never seen that expression on his face before.
The old woman wore a gray robe, and beside her stood a child-faced little girl.
The little girl wore a light-blue dress, as though she had stepped out of a fairy tale. She looked quiet and sweet.
But I wasn't stupid enough to think she was just an ordinary pretty girl.
The little girl looked at us playfully and asked, "Grandma, should we kill these two, or dig out their hearts and livers, steam them, and eat them?"
The old woman gave a hollow smile. "These two are special. We can't kill them for now. That young man called Chen Mu is Old Monster Zeng's disciple. If he dies, Old Monster Zeng will tear a hole in the sky."
The little girl still looked adorable, but her words were poisonous enough to