This zombie looks different

Why did Mo Ansen tell him this?

Zhong Qiuchen was puzzled, but there was a bit of uncontrollable anticipation in his doubts. Mo Ansen had always disliked anyone exploring his past, but now he took the initiative to tell him.

Mo Ansen raised his hand and looked at his hand in the moonlight.

His hand shape is very beautiful, with slender and well-proportioned finger bones, clean and sharp fingertips, fair skin, and the veins on the back of his hands can be vaguely seen under the moonlight.

"I wasn't like this before." Mo Ansen said.

Zhong Qiuchen was stunned and didn't understand.

Not so, not like?

It means ability, Mo Ansen didn't have ability originally?

"Don't tell others." Mo Ansen lowered his voice, not intending to continue. He glanced at Xue Weiwei who was sleeping soundly, and withdrew his hand.

"En." Zhong Qiuchen snorted softly.

The moon is quiet.

In the silence, Zhong Qiuchen looked at the moonlight shining from the window at his feet.

The conversation with Mo Ansen did distract him, but the bitterness, dazedness, and confusion that lingered in his throat never eased.

Even if Heine didn't go back because of him, maybe she did it because of herself, but this doesn't change the fact that he recruited that guy to kill Heine.

That guy's goal was him from beginning to end. If it wasn't for him, they might not have to fight hard.

But why?

Why did that guy kill him?

They didn't even know each other, Zhong Qiuchen was very sure of this, but since they didn't know each other, why did that guy want to kill him?

In the night, under the moonlight.

In the pool of blood, the young body that had completely lost all signs of life trembled slightly. Then, she breathed again, her eyelashes trembling with tears, her eyelids lifted, and her brown eyes changed from lax to focused.

The broken limbs were reunited, and the cut long hair returned to the appearance it should have in memory.

In the darkness, Chen Xia, who had taken off his black down jacket and only had a black shirt left on his body, took a step forward, and pointed the sharpened end of the iron rod in his hand at the throat of the man on the ground.

"Follow, or die?"