His breathing became suddenly rapid, and his eyes filled with an incredulous expression.
Red eyeballs were definitely not something a living person could have.
But if it were a zombie—
Xu Lin's mind suddenly recalled the events that had just taken place, and then he reached out and tore off the mask of the security guard in front of him.
A stench hit him, like that of rotting mice in the streets and alleys.
A face riddled with corruption appeared.
It was like an overripe pear that had turned black.
It truly was a zombie!
He instinctively stepped back a few paces, his hand instantly reaching for the axe handle hanging at his waist, but then he heard Zhang Ye, beside him, chuckle softly.
"Xu Police Supervisor, no need to be so tense,"
"It doesn't bite."
Upon hearing this, Xu Lin's gaze moved back to the face that seemed no different from the zombies below.
Upon closer inspection, he realized that this particular zombie was indeed different.
