In this world, where civilization had gradually been replaced by barbarism, the bespectacled man had killed the bald man, and he even wanted to kill Ding Yuqin. His fate was already sealed.
Wang Tao didn't want to find out any more details or understand his mental state any further; he just wanted the bespectacled man to die.
Wang Tao had thought that killing someone with his own hands might be uncomfortable, might make him queasy.
But perhaps it was because he had killed too many zombies, after he killed the bespectacled man, he found he felt nothing at all.
Not even as much as when killing zombies, after all, zombies were much more disgusting than the bespectacled man.
Wang Tao dragged the bespectacled man's body to room 202, which was the bald man's home, and then threw him out of the window.
Bang—
As the bespectacled man's body hit the ground, the group of zombies outside immediately swarmed over.
