Tang Zheng saw the two people unharmed, hesitated for a moment, and said: "Is the old man okay?"
"He's still the same, just lying there."
The old woman answered.
A weak cough came from the room.
Tang Zheng nodded, leaped up, and headed towards another house.
The two old women exchanged a glance.
Kill or not?
Tang Zheng consecutively checked over a dozen households, and the people in the nearby houses were all already dead.
The cause of death was identical.
This is trouble!
Tang Zheng immediately took out the firestick, ready to light it.
However, suddenly, he felt his divine sense become blurred, and an extreme drowsiness arose.
It was like being cold, hungry, and working for seven days and nights straight, finally returning to a warm home, eating a full meal, and drinking a bowl of hot porridge that induced that kind of drowsiness.
His eyelids involuntarily closed.
But he knew something was wrong and desperately tried to stay awake.
The Dream Demon is after me!
