It must be an illusion!

Xue Zhan muttered quietly and closed his eyes again.

When he opened his eyes again and looked at the hand, he saw that the palm of that hand was turned over, and there was a strange eye on the palm, staring at him.

"Ah!~"

Xue Zhan screamed, took several steps back in fright, and bumped into another morgue bed.

The hand behind his back touched the corpse's hand, and he was so cold that he ran a few steps forward in fright.

"Ouch!~~~ They are all dead, so what is there to be afraid of? He won't sit up and fight with you."

Yu Hai shook his head helplessly and put his phone into his pocket.

"He...he has an eye on his hand."

Xue Zhan pointed at the body on the bed next to him.


Chapter completed!