Su Changxing pushed open the door and walked out, seeing four or five bodies lying on the floor of the hall, both men and women. In the dim candlelight, it seemed they all died in the same way.
There was a penetrating wound at the front of their chest, with the area around the wound turning black. This was just like the injuries of the victim during the day. Now there were four or five more victims.
A young man, full of terror, said:
"Did any of you see who did it? I saw him just fine earlier, and in just the blink of an eye, he died."
Huang Biao looked at the bodies on the ground, frowned, and said, "How long ago was this?"
The young man thought for a moment and said:
"Just before you came back, it was just a moment ago. He seemed to go to the exit to replace the defenses early, because there were quite a few zombies attacking the exit."
Death isn't scary; the scary part is unknown death, death without a known cause.
