Wang Dan's mouth hung wide open. His tongue seemed frozen stiff, unable to straighten, and he couldn't utter a sound for a long time. You'd think in the apocalypse, who hadn't seen a dead person? Especially those in their positions, who often dealt with bodies. But they had never witnessed a death so brutal.
The cries of agony grew weaker. Within just a few minutes, they had gradually lost their last vestiges of consciousness. It was evident that there had been fierce resistance, but what did that matter now? The chicken, like a devil, had pecked out several people's eyes in an instant. One individual lost consciousness before he could even scream. He was unlucky; the chicken had pecked his head open, revealing a large hole from which a gory mess oozed out.
The villagers backed away a few more steps. They hadn't seen clearly at first, but now they realized they were standing in blood!
