On the edge of the broken city at dusk, swaying figures moved along the chaotic streets. Suddenly, a green figure as tall as one person flashed across the grass on the side of the road. As a burst of smelly black blood spurted out, one of the figures fell down.
"What the hell is this place?"
Lying on the roof of the building, looking at what was happening on the street below, Yue Peng, who was wearing sportswear, covered his mouth desperately to suppress the desire to vomit.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
