Before Bao Hui could be proud of himself, he suddenly felt a numbness spread from his wrist to his entire body.
The scream came from the person beside Bao Hui. Bao Hui himself did not even have the chance to scream before he fell to the ground stiffly.
A burnt smell spread out. Ye Xingchen knew that Bao Hui must have been burnt without looking.
"Ahhh, murder, murder!"
Their neighborhood was relatively remote. Even if others wanted to rob them, they would not be able to get into their neighborhood. Therefore, they had not killed anyone for so long. At most, they had been robbed of food and clothes.
This was the first time since the apocalypse that they had seen someone being killed at such a close distance.
The people who were on duty with Bao Hui just now scattered, running in all directions in panic, afraid that Ye Xingchen's next target would be them.
