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... > “You’re out.” Mianmian lifted her little hands, politely greeting the small boy zombie, “What happened to your hands? Why is one missing?”
The pallid boy zombie was missing his left arm. The blood oozing from the wounds on the zombie’s body was black, and the flesh had also turned dark.
While burning incense at the doorway, Mianmian had sensed the presence of the little zombie. At that time, it had been clinging to the ceiling, absorbing the scent of the incense they lit, but i ...
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