Paused momentarily at Carriage No. 2.
The river crabs on Wan Xing's chopping board had turned into the skull crusher in Butcher's hand. At this moment, she was sawing the bone club from the skull crusher's hand with an electric saw.
The buzzing sound splattered fine flesh and blood, and soon, a hammer fell off.
She put away the saw, lifted the blood-stained mask, and smiled at Su Huan.
But no matter how you look at it, her smile was creepy.
This girl's art style seemed to be developing in a stranger and stranger direction.
However, this was the everyday life of scavengers. They had to deal with bizarre corpses daily—zombies, plants, Evolution Beasts, and perhaps Evolvers in the future.
There was no need to rush their career planning for now; neither had even reached Tier One.
Su Huan moved towards the corner where a silver motorcycle rested, like a crouching metallic beast.
It hadn't been used since it was repaired.
