"Dead, dead, they're all dead,"
A yellow-faced poet. With disheveled hair, he sat there, staring blankly at the scorched earth in front of him, as if he was the corpse on the ground.
Less than a hundred meters away from him, an alien-like Soul Catcher with long arms was rummaging through the corpses, trying to find one or two living people to consume.
At this time, it seemed to hear the cry of a living person. Its body did not move, but its head turned 90 degrees directly. It looked at the poet's muttering, and its mouth that seemed to have been cut open revealed a cruel smile.
In the blink of an eye, it pounced on its new food.
"Bang!"
The soul Catcher was like a long-distance soldier who had failed in the long jump. He fell in front of the soulless poet and stopped moving.
