C155 Queue

The moans and screams meant that the remaining part of the Qianchao City had become a slaughterhouse. Even if the hundreds of people inside weren't bitten by the Zombie and became one of its members, they would probably die of hunger.

Zhang Zhijun turned his head to look at the wall of Ghost Market. The passageway that helped us escape was pitch black and wide open, like the door to hell