The voice was filled with a heavy sense of vitality. Although age-worn, it still carried an authoritative aura. Tang Ye turned his head at the sound, and saw several individuals emerging from the crowd. Surrounded by a few New Human soldiers, an elderly man approached him, standing out like a celebrated star among others.
He carried a corpse on his back, possibly a man. The dead man's lowered hands were coated with a layer of dried blood, indicating that he had killed quite a few zombies with his bare hands.
"Is that broken knife yours?" Tang Ye asked, his voice chilling to the bone.
The old man was slightly taken aback as he replied, "Interesting that you, a creature, can speak. That is indeed unusual."
"Old geezer, I did not ask you that. Did you throw this knife?"
Tang Ye took a deep breath, and the strong aroma of the old man's blood filled his nostril, significantly more pronounced than the scent of the previous Level 2 New Humans'.
