章 1713: Purgatory might not be heartless (1)

After the last zombie was taken down, Tang Zhen looked at the rotten-faced man with blood all over his face and asked,"What are they? why can't they communicate normally like you?"

The rotten-faced man chuckled, reached out his hand to wipe the squirming flesh on his face, wrapped his tongue around his finger, and sucked it. "They were all unlucky people who were thrown into the abyss purgatory. However, because they were too weak, they were eroded by the death energy and lost their minds. They lived in a daze all day long, and it could be said that they were better off dead.

There's no need to pay attention to them, Sir. In the abyssal purgatory, there are countless of them, and they're as annoying as flies."

Tang Zhen shook his head when he heard the rotten-faced man's explanation. He secretly thought that the abyssal purgatory was indeed dangerous. No wonder the residents of fate Island had a change in expression when they heard it.