In the dimly lit village, torrential rain poured down as the howling wind swept through the streets. In the rain, twisted, dark figures emitted beast-like growls, drifting around like wandering spirits.
Amidst this apocalyptic street, a loud shout echoed.
"Sharpen shears—whet knives~~~~~"
Duanmu Huai gripped the Thunder Warhammer, striding up and down the street, while the speaker on his body blared like a street vendor, shouting hoarsely. Yet, other than the zombies, there wasn't a single living soul drawn to him.
"Sugar-coated... haws on a stick! Sugar-coated haws!"
"Bang!"
Amidst his shouting, Duanmu Huai raised his War Hammer again, mercilessly smashing the zombie charging at him to the ground, and sighed silently.
No, it seems there's no living person around.
Are my shouts ineffective?
Could everyone be dead?
