The corpses on the ground, either with their heads split open or foreheads pierced, were gruesome beyond belief.
Looking at the dozens of bodies clogging the doorway, Old Zhao frowned deeply. He didn't want to dirty the trunk of the Jianghuai vehicle with these sticky, disgusting things.
But to move these corpses manually would be too time and energy-consuming.
Moreover, the intense stench of decay alone was unbearable, so he had to drive with Tang Xiaoquan and Wang Qiang around the village, hoping to find some vehicles like tricycles to transport these corpses.
However, what they didn't expect was that after circling the village, not even a broken cart was in sight, let alone a tricycle. This made Old Zhao chuckle bitterly, "This village really is quite poor!"
