In the dead of night, the piercing scream of a woman mixed with the cries of a child was especially harsh in the quiet villa neighborhood. Zhu Li suddenly sprang up from her bed, drew back the curtains, and looked out, only to see numerous dark figures moving toward the house next door.
Zhu Li furrowed her brows, and from her observation, she felt that not everyone had awakened yet; she and Rong Hua were probably among the first after the thawing.
Thus, the simultaneous cries of the woman and the baby indicated that they were certainly suffering an attack from family members.
By the time she had dressed and rushed downstairs, Rong Hua had already stood up and grabbed a golf club. In the dark night, his eyes shone pitch-black and bright.
"It's the voice of Zhao Yun's sister-in-law. Her baby is only seven months old, currently breastfeeding. If I'm not mistaken, her family members might have turned into monsters. Should we go rescue them?"
