Su Qi squatted down and shook the half body that remained, "Buddy, you still alive?"
If the corpse could see this scene, it would probably spit out a string of ellipses.
However.
The vigor of Su Qi's shaking was a bit too strong.
The weapon's magazine fell from the body, hitting the ground with a crisp clinking sound.
A flash of silver-white reflection passed through Su Qi's eyes, raising his eyebrows, he picked it up to take a closer look, murmuring to himself,
"Silver bullets, huh?"
And furthermore,
Su Qi checked the corpse's neck, "There are also bite marks."
"Could it be..."
Su Qi slowly stood up because...
"Dada dada."
He had already heard peculiar sounds approaching from the distant streets, and the black crows occasionally flew over the ruins, making strange calls.
In the presence of such sounds, a dangerous and deadly silence seemed to stand out.
On the cold, dark streets, only the dim streetlights flickered, and a moon as red as blood illuminated the world.
