That night, Lu Hao had a dream, a dream so real it furrowed his brows in his sleep.
In the dream, Su Jin's lifeless body lay in his arms. He stared blankly at the small wife he had searched for two years. Her hands were bound by iron chains, her face swollen, with tracks of tears having made their way down her cheeks...
Who? Who did this to her?!
He scanned the people around, his target clear, and charged at one of them.
"Brother Lu, I... I didn't know who she was. She suddenly barged in like a madwoman, and I thought she was about to turn into a zombie... Ah, Brother Lu, let go, I'm telling the truth, the truth!"
Chen Xiarong's neck was being squeezed by Lu Hao, who lifted her off the ground.
"Was it you?" Tears had begun to well up in Lu Hao's eyes.
How dare she?
How dare she?!
"Cough cough, it wasn't me, really, she must have had the Zombie Virus in her, you can check if you don't believe me"