Staring at the figure of the Flame Man gradually disappearing into the night sky, Yan Ya found it hard to calm her emotions.
Everything that happened tonight completely refreshed her understanding of the world.
Originally, she thought that as long as you have money, you can stand at the pinnacle of the world.
But now it seems, no matter how much money you have, what good does it do?
If it weren't for the sudden appearance of the Flame Man just now, she would have already lost her life.
Faced with zombies and Flame Men, such extraordinary beings, money is utterly insignificant.
"Wow, why is there such a strange smell here?"
"It seems like something has burned..."
While Yan Ya was lost in thought, the voices of two people came from outside the cemetery.
"Help! Help!"
Yan Ya immediately discarded all the messy thoughts in her mind and urgently shouted to the people outside.
"It seems like the voice of Little Junior Sister's mom?"
"Yes, it's that woman's voice!"
