Bai Ling passed her with squinted eyes, and looked at the tent not far behind her. The child was still inside, showing a small head at this time, with round eyes looking at this side with a hint of dullness.

From that room, the stench smelled like a zombie.

Bai Ling was not sure, nor did she dare to think, whether they were raising zombies!

Because, she has seen all the people in the grandfather's family, but she has not seen Li Zhengzhi, a ten-year-old brat who was regarded as a treasure by them, came out.

She remembered that in her previous life, the child seemed to have mutated into a zombie. Although she only heard about it, she didn't know the specifics!