"La la la, la la la, la la la la la~"
Humming a tune, Li Huazhao strolled down the alley, scattering grains of rice as he went. Wherever he went, the lustful zombies turned into mosaics.
"Eh—ugh!" Each time he turned a zombie into a mosaic, Li Huazhao couldn't help but take a glance, and then retch a bit. He knew it made him nauseous, but he just couldn't resist looking.
Some kind of rebellious psychology, perhaps.
Li Huazhao was quite enjoying himself, but the walls of female bodies on both sides were suffering. The curses never stopped and the arms and legs seemed to have gone mad, attempting to attack Li Huazhao. However, their range was too short and Li Huazhao was as slippery as an eel and impossible to catch.
It seemed the capabilities of the female body wall were limited—
