Inside the shelter, in front of the laptop.
Lin Yi stared at the screen, observing the actions of those dozen elderly men and women in the electronic store.
These elderly cannibals blocked all exits to search for him and planned to clear out all items inside for a thorough sweep.
The bodies of a dozen seniors began to undergo strange changes.
Their hair grew wildly, some people's skin turned green, and a few had four long horns sprout from their heads.
One person even directly transformed into a werewolf.
Xiaochuan gasped, "They... they're all professionals!"
"You're wrong, kid, they're all prey!"
Lin Yi sneered coldly, loaded bullets into the French-made pistol, picked up the black one-handed sword, and returned to the store again.
Swish! Bang bang bang!
He swung a sword and fired three precise shots.
A four-horned head rolled to the ground, and three men in their eighties were shot and killed.
