Chen Qiao took a step forward before Gao Jun grabbed him by the back of his collar.
"Don't!"
Chen Qiao protested, "But he's—"
"I said don't! Look!" Gao Jun pointed Tang Li Yue's relaxed form near Zhou Han's writhing body.
She remained crouched in place, eyes wide.
It was still a horrifying, fascinating sight. She had seen this process almost twice now. But it's novelty hasn't run out.
Her blood was reacting to though not quite like with the chihuahua. It was more similar to Lu Chengran's but was more subdued.
The zombie corruption inside Zhou Han's body seemed to be retreating, dragged backward through his veins by some invisible force. The grayness began to fade in uneven patches, skin paling into a more human tone. The dark veins dissolved like ink in water.
But his skull—
Tang Li Yue's stomach tightened looking at the area marked by the killing blow.
