The blood vessels, bones, and fibers under the flesh were worn beyond recognition, just like the head, leaving only an abrupt skull, one eye socket hollow, and the other with half an eye, firmly welded to the bone.
The most disturbing part is that even in this state, the chickens inside were still alive.
Their will to live persisted, continuously flapping their skinless wing bones, banging against the floor with a thudding sound.
"This thing, it doesn't have some contagious virus, does it?" Lin Yanke asked with a dark expression, stepping back two paces.
Seeing this inevitably reminded one of zombie movies, where a person turns into a zombie after a bite, continuously transformed by the virus.
The miserable state of these chickens in front of them was even more challenging to one's psychological threshold than zombies, inevitably stirring feelings of fear and unease.
"Xiaoli, bring the special box over, and make sure to bring protective masks and gloves too."
