"Xiao Niu, are you alright?"
The face of Zombie Emperor Zhang Yiming, filled with hostility, showed a hint of panic. He rushed to Bai Xiqin but abruptly stopped in his tracks.
His eyes scrutinized Bai Xiqin up and down.
A few drops of black zombie blood splattered on her fair face, appearing starkly contrasted against her pale skin.
Her clothes were also stained pitch black.
Her hair was slightly disheveled, with strands clumped together by the black blood.
Zombie Emperor Zhang Yiming clenched his fist tightly, the hostility on his body growing even harsher.
In that moment, he was reminded of the time when he was most helpless.
He deceived himself that coming back to the present could save Xiao Niu, sparing her from the pain of self-detonation.
But in reality, these memories clung like maggots on a bone, impossible to forget.
Every moment, he thought about how desperate her frail form must have been while being dissected.
