Several mud houses had been searched in a row without finding anything unusual.
Over there, Old Dao, a thin man wielding a Tang Blade, led a team into the village hall. Strangely, the pond here was located inside the house, just a pool of stagnant water, with some scattered zombie limbs floating around and in it.
His long experience of escaping and killing in the apocalypse told Old Dao that this was the place.
The monster was definitely here! He crouched and stepped back slowly, "Don't make a sound, let's withdraw first."
The remaining four people immediately complied with tense expressions.
One of them, overly nervous, sweated at the brow and stepped on a broken leg covered in some unknown sticky substance, immediately slipping and falling backwards, "Ah! Mmph!"
The moment he fell, he quickly covered his mouth. Old Dao immediately went over to pull him up, but the man on the ground seemed stunned, his eyes wide open, filled with horror.
