Dried-up, stick-thin arm?
Everyone hearing this immediately sobered up from their earlier teasing attitude, their expressions becoming much more serious.
"This suddenly appearing arm scared the six kidnappers out of their wits."
"The six of them scrambled to escape, while my brother and the rest of us were tied up, unable to run even if we wanted to."
"And at that moment, the Yin Coffin suddenly disappeared from its spot..."
Yan Ya recalled the scene at the time, a trace of fear involuntarily appearing in her eyes.
Then, she continued, "When the Yin Coffin reappeared, the lid suddenly opened, and a person was thrown out from inside."
"The person was the leader of the kidnappers, the bald man with the beard."
"At that moment, he was unconscious, his face lifelessly pale, and there were two blood holes on his neck..."
"Zom... Zombie?"
Qingling turned pale, stuttering with a trembling voice.
"Impossible, right?"
"How could there be zombies in this world?"
