"Roar――"
A zombie with grotesquely twisted limbs lunged toward Bai Xiqin and the other person.
These little cuties are really getting more and more adorable.
Zombies without thoughts have no understanding of how to care for their already decayed bodies.
They feel no pain and have no regard for their bodies; if an arm breaks, so be it, as long as there's the scent of flesh, they'll recklessly pounce towards it.
As time goes by, unless a zombie has self-awareness and the ability to absorb, their general appearance is usually a mixture of black blood, weeds, and dirt.
It's a sight too miserable to look at.
The smell they emit is becoming increasingly foul.
If zombies can't evolve, humanity could outlast all the zombies in this world in a few decades.
A steel needle flew out of nowhere, directly piercing the zombie's temple, easily extracting the crystal core.
The transparent crystal core was even more beautiful than a crystal, shimmering with a demonic glow under the sunlight.
