Chapter 390: Corpse Attack
Xu Zimo glanced at the old man. His entire body was stiff, his flesh taut, and cold to the touch.
He clearly looked like a dead man.
Yet there was still faint breathing from his mouth.
Xu Zimo frowned slightly. This state reminded him of certain possibilities.
"Big Brother, sit down first. I'll go brew medicine for Grandpa," the little girl said with a smile.
Watching the little girl's retreating back, Xu Zimo looked around the room.
But he could not make heads or tails of it.
So he decided to take a look around the area.
Walking out through the great gate, the surroundings looked more like a slum.
The buildings here had all fallen into disrepair over many years.
They were dangerous houses that could collapse at any moment.
Xu Zimo had only taken a few steps when he heard crying from the neighboring courtyard.
A large crowd had gathered in the small yard, seemingly discussing something.
Xu Zimo followed the flow of people and squeezed inside.
In the center of the crowd, a woman was clutching a child and weeping bitterly.
The child was deathly pale from head to toe, completely devoid of even a trace of blood and vitality.
He was clearly dead beyond all doubt.
Xu Zimo frowned again. This slum seemed rather strange!
He crouched down slightly and said to the woman, "May I look at the child?"
The woman gave Xu Zimo a wary glance. After hesitating for a moment, she finally placed the child on the ground.
Xu Zimo examined him, then lifted the clothing on the child's back.
There were five small holes on his back.
It was as though someone had forced their hand in, driving all five fingers straight through.
There had long been no