"Devils!!"
He Jie's wails struck the metal walls and bounced back, layering into echoes that made people's scalps crawl.
With every stab, his body convulsed violently.
A grayish-white film formed along the edges of the wounds where the Bone Daggers pierced him.
It was his Eerie body's self-healing mechanism, desperately trying to repair the damage.
But the faster it healed, the more clearly he felt the pain of the next stab.
More than twenty Bone Daggers, more than twenty wounds.
He Jie looked as though he had been stabbed into a sieve.
Gray-black liquid seeped from those holes, carrying a sweet, bloody stench of decay.
He curled up on the floor, his whole body shaking like a frog being electrocuted, repeating only one sentence:
"Devils... you're all devils..."
Peng Fan watched coldly.
He had seen far too many scenes like this.
Who among those who survived the apocalypse didn't have blood on their hands?
Who didn't harbor a demon in their heart?
He was simply managing the timing.
He knew perfectly well that Bone Daggers couldn't kill a true Eerie.
But He Jie had already been "ravaged" once by Xiao Ying, the Second-Generation Zombie.
His Eerie abilities had been torn to shreds.
No one knew how much he had left, or how much had grown back.
"All right, all right."
Peng Fan waved a hand, and several strong young men immediately stepped forward to hold back the furious crowd.
Those who hadn't gotten a chance to stab him were still sighing, their faces full of regret.
"Fuck, why wasn't I faster just now?"
"Half a step! Half a step faster and I would've stabbed him!"
"What a waste, what a waste. Next time we get a chance like this, I'm charging in first."
These words came from ordinary convoy members,