A scream came from the pit.
The dark-skinned worker's left arm was extremely black, and his skin seemed to have been painted black. After screaming, he lay on the ground, foaming at the mouth and twitching unconsciously.
He was the one who had used the pickaxe to dig open the coffin just now.
Logan Hall frowned. "He's infected with corpse poison. It looks like there's no hope for him now!"
"All of you, leave. Don't touch him!"
Sebastian Wood led his troops and rushed over.
Jake Dunkins turned around. He was already panicking a little and asked, "Who are you?"
"The Preston main team. If you have any questions, please contact the local police station!"
Sebastian's expression was cold as he ordered indifferently, "Clear the area. Kill those who obstruct us on the spot!"
"Yes, sir!"
There were a total of thirty-six members of the Preston main team, and they were all filled with killing intent.
