"Aaahh!" A scream suddenly came from below.
Xiang Xuehai, standing on the top of the hill, looked toward that direction. In one dilapidated hut, a skinny paranormal was bitten by a tall zombie. Resilient and robust hair had grown on that man's right hand, which had helped him to kill seven or eight zombies. However, this time, it was obvious that his special ability was growing weak. He could only hit that zombie with his right arm.
With physical exertion, his strength had weakened. As soon as the skinny paranormal was bitten, several of his veins withered. That tall zombie became extremely excited because it had tasted the flesh of the living. The tall zombie's hands clasped the skinny paranormal in front of it. Several other zombies, which had just rushed into the shed, pounced on the skinny paranormal.
