A layer of red mist filled the air, resembling blood but more subdued than blood-red.
Outside the window, many zombies seemed to be on stimulants, sprinting madly on the streets, jumping between vehicles and the ground. It was as if they were entirely activated by something, becoming somewhat frenzied.
Everyone noticed this anomaly, after all, it's hard not to pay attention to the blood-red sky, and the hall was filled with buzzing discussions.
Shortly after, Su Changxing noticed a pair of blood-red eyes looming in the darkness outside the window; it was the Monkey King crouched outside the wall.
Su Changxing loaded the magazine into his pistol and asked, "Xiaobo, what's going on? What's with the red mist?"
The "Monkey King" paused and said, "The seventh day, zombies will go berserk."
The seventh day?
It should still be the sixth day now.
Su Changxing pondered and asked, "Will you monkeys go berserk too?"
