Zhang Yiming quickly looked behind Leng Yebai, not seeing Bai Xiqin's figure, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.
She didn't come.
It's good that she didn't come, it's good.
Anyone can see his filthy appearance, but she cannot.
He can rampage in hell, but he cannot let her see himself like this.
Leng Yebai looked at the man in the white suit talking, a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes.
There was a wound on the man's face, and it wasn't red blood oozing from the wound.
It was black blood.
"Are you a zombie?"
Leng Yebai frowned tightly, his eyes staring straight at the black blood on Wang Dongli's face.
In his impression, zombies were hideous pieces of rotten flesh.
The person in front was clearly a living human, yet black blood was flowing from his face.
"Congratulations, you guessed it right. Not only am I a zombie, but he..."
Wang Dongli's seductive eyes curved, but before he could finish, a fiery flame appeared before his eyes.
