"Ah - kill the ghost!"

The pile of zombie frozen meat screamed and dragged its mutilated body towards the cold storage.

But they had been refrigerated for too long, and their limbs were so stiff that they couldn't even bend their knees. They could only move forward clumsily like short-legged penguins.

Li Yingzhu took two leisurely steps and caught up with them.

The frozen meat fell one after another as the knife fell from his hand.

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