Da Mao's head flew into the shelter from outside, rolling down the stairs until it landed askew on the floor.
His eyes were wide open, seemingly unable to believe the reality.
"Da... Da Mao's head, how... how could it be..."
The closest person, Lao Si, immediately stood up and grabbed the spear beside him. Wang Ce, Qi Tian, and Guo Wei all jumped up like springs, ready for combat.
Leslie and Jorgensen even picked up machetes, dashed up the stairs, and yelled as they charged toward the door.
However, the next moment, with two screams, their extremely miserable bodies tumbled down the stairs.
"Wh... What!" Lao Si's scalp tingled, and the other three were also dumbfounded.
What happened?
They didn't have time to react further when each of them felt a silver-white creature perched on their shoulders and a chill at their necks!
