"No, no..."
Old Master Gong didn't dare to utter another word, simply staying put obediently.
...
"What, an antidote? There's actually an antidote?"
In the darkness, a large hand tightly clenched the man's collar, almost choking him; a hoarse voice, sounding as if it came from the depths of hell, echoed in the dim room.
"Yes, that woman has developed an antidote. There are already people who have been cured of the zombie disease," the man replied, swallowing nervously.
"How is that possible?"
The large hand flung the man aside, murmuring to himself.
This was the zombie disease he had painstakingly cultivated, not the type of zombie poison that just anyone could cure. Could it truly be so easily cured?
"Who is that woman and where did she come from?" he asked, grinding his teeth as he stared at the man.
Thrown to the ground, the man winced in pain but still crawled over to speak.
