Nighttime.
On the streets of Beicheng City, aside from the dragging sound of zombie footsteps, silence reigns.
In the He Garden District, Zhao Lin and Ji Ruxue have already fallen asleep peacefully.
Lu Chuan lounges on the living room sofa, using his consciousness to link with evolved corpse puppets scattered throughout the district, monitoring every move outside through their perspectives.
Whoosh~
Suddenly, a faint sound of something cutting through the air is heard above the dark He Garden District.
An evolver with wings, dressed in black, slowly flies into the district, carrying a bucket exuding a fishy scent in his right hand.
The next moment, the evolver quickly descends, slightly tilting the bucket, his body weaving through the district.
Before long, the evolver has scattered the blood inside the bucket all over the district.
In a brief span, a thick scent of blood spreads rapidly through the district with the evening breeze.
