He feebly waved his arm, but was immediately grabbed by the zombie monster, and then dragged on the ground like that, blood flowing and leaving a trail of blood on the floor...
The person was dragged away, towards the other end of the corridor.
A few steps later, due to the angle, Chen Yan could no longer see the figures of those two guys through the cat's eye while standing behind the door.
Even though the door was shut, he could still hear the voice of the warrior armored guest, who seemed to be constantly pleading for something...
Eventually, silence prevailed.
Chen Yan exhaled and gently touched his own face.
There was a bit of sweat on his forehead.
Though his heart was tense, his face had already calmed down.
Then Chen Yan returned to his room, sat back on the bed, began to meditate and calm his mind, and started to ponder.
The warrior armored guest's strength was not weak!
