These three people were led by Old Kui. The other two young men, who had clearly carried her, were his subordinates.
"Help! Help me!" Ma Qingyu screamed in terror.
Old Kui showed his yellow teeth and said, "Stop shouting. Even if you scream your throat raw, no one will come to save you."
Hearing this, Ma Qingyu became even more scared. It was clear there were no good people here; she was doomed today.
At that moment, inside the wooden hut, a dark figure stood up, the wooden floorboards creaking loudly under his weight.
Then, a burly man about two meters tall walked out. Ma Qingyu saw that his body was covered with green hair, he had two large fang-like teeth by his mouth, and his complexion was deathly pale. He looked extremely terrifying.
This wasn't any kind of human; he was clearly a wild man from the legends—more accurately, he was a zombie!
"Ah!" Ma Qingyu screamed, her face turning ashen.
