Panting sounds like that of wild beasts appeared in the pitch-black alley. About seven to eight living corpse s used all their might to suck in the air with their noses. Air was something that could be ignored by them. Their transformed bodies did not need oxygen, it was just that the air carried the scent that the living corpse liked the most, blood!

Whew, whew, whew.

He stuck out his tongue and walked towards the source of the blood like a dog. In the end, a male ...