The corpse tide, briefly gathered by the scent of the lure agent, returned to its usual calm and began to wander aimlessly after not finding any prey, as the other sounds in the world were slowly drowned out by the sound of the rain.
The rain poured down harder and harder, and blue smoke continuously rose from the zombie horde, shrouding the small county town. It had formed a thin cloud layer in midair, carrying an indescribably pungent smell, causing many onlookers to furrow their brows. Tang Ye looked around and shook his head, while Hu Ji behind him seemed to be enjoying it.
In truth, the smell produced when zombies decompose, from the perspective of the zombies themselves, was quite pleasant, almost euphoric, despite being hard to describe.
