He's good at killing your father

This was the scene Li Xinyi saw when he arrived at the county office of renjia town.

A group of bare-chested strong men seemed to have been injected with chicken blood as they swung their fists and kicked their feet in the courtyard of the county office.

Xie Ruilin was in the middle of the group, shouting from time to time.

"Use more strength!"

"Very good!"

"Very energetic!"

They were bathed in the evening sunlight, their muscles bulging and shining with a golden light. The sweat they shed was like golden particles. Occasionally, they would collide with each other and make a powerful clattering sound.

The whole picture was filled with a philosophical aura.

She could not help but think to herself, no wonder the renjia town has always been plagued by zombies.

The people here are too impatient.