Zombie World: Start with a Papermaker

On that deserted street in Changping City, there is a paper shop. The moon and stars were sparse, and the originally quiet and peaceful night was now full of corpse energy. All the shops on this street were closed, and the residents nearby had gone to bed early. Only the paper-making shop still had a light on. The wreaths placed at the door looked very eye-catching. Looking inside, the rows of papers and shrouds were even more disturbing. Everything in the store gave off a strange atmosphere. Xu Changle sat in front of the counter, his face full of despair, and his eyes revealed a hint of death. On his left hand, there was a bruised handprint.