Su Mo was no stranger to this thing.
It was no exaggeration to say that back in the real wasteland, his territory kept a batch of experimental subjects—reduced to mere heads—in captivity. He had been waiting for his territory's scientific level to reach a sufficient standard before unsealing them for research, aiming to prepare an antidote for this "Zombie" virus in advance.
"Eight years. How could this be? Why was this disaster, expected to strike in two years, delayed all the way to the eighth year before breaking out!"
Filled with confusion and astonishment, he watched the crazed figures continually fly out the windows and crash onto the gravel. At this moment, Su Mo couldn't help but step back a couple of paces to ensure not a single drop of blood splattered onto him.
