The young man seemed to be one of Young Master Zhong's underlings. After a zombie tore open his throat, his limbs were still flailing.
But blood poured back into his throat, choking him to death.
On the other side, Zhong Yaying was leaning against the doorframe, retching repeatedly. When a zombie suddenly leaped in front of her, she screamed in panic.
"Brother! Brother!"
Zhong Shichong's face was pale and his legs were trembling with fear. How could he possibly worry about his sister? He turned and ran for the stairs.
Coming down to meet him was an obese woman drooling, her face covered in fine, bluish-black striped lines.
Zhong Shichong recognized the woman. She seemed to be a relative of the homeowner, Song Yufu. 'She seemed fine yesterday,' he thought. 'Why does her face look so strange today?'
Before he could react, the woman's entire body was pressing down on him.
