Just in front of Zhou Wen, there was a ragged figure.

His hair was scattered, and his eyes were as red as if they were dripping blood.

The clothes on the top and bottom of the body have long been torn into pieces of cloth and put on their bodies indiscriminately.

Hair that hasn't been washed for hundreds of years, hard. Nation. Bang's, sticky and glued together.

And that naked. On the exposed skin, there are scars of old and new, some of which have scabbed, and some of which are still turning flesh and blood.

However, the blood that should be bright red on the wound is stained with a layer of hidden. A dark glow.

Not a normal color at all.

If you look closely, those skins are the same, covered with a layer of bruises, and the pulsing blood is like a line drawn with a pen.

"Xiuzhen Master in the City" Chapter 141 Zombie, Zombie? I am hitting it in my hand, please wait a moment,

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