The Xiao Lan Zombie seemed oblivious to Song Hongfei's voice, merely keeping its gaze on Bai Xiqin, a trace of worry hanging on its decayed face.
Song Hongfei took another step forward, reaching out with a hand to touch the Xiao Lan Zombie, but just as he was about to touch its hair, he couldn't bring himself to place his hand on its head.
It wasn't fear, it was heartache.
Because he saw a piece of wood impaled on the back of the Xiao Lan Zombie's head. It hadn't pierced the brain but was embedded into the skull.
Black blood oozed along the wood, trickling down from the back of the head, along the dress, all the way to the ankles.
The closer he got, the clearer he could see the decayed flesh on her body, some of which clung to just a tiny bit of skin, hanging on, ready to drop off at any moment.
Song Hongfei's face was streaked with tears, their family's little princess had never suffered such grievances.
How had their beautiful little princess ended up like this?
