บท 187: Gratitude

Wangcai was in his regular-sized rabbit form, but its color couldn't be distinguished. It looked like it had climbed from a stinking ditch, and its two big ears looked like a mop drenched in dark zombie blood and intestines.

Wangcai sighed, acting as an elder, "I won't want to talk about it and please don't look at me. I'm so embarrassed!"

Chu Han nodded and looked at it. "I didn't know you had such a fetish. I can throw you in a marsh with rotten blood if you want!"

Wangcai was too angry to talk with him.

Chu Han leisurely headed back since there were no more zombies, and the credits he gained were plenty. He was in a perfect mood, and he returned to the base with an arrogant demeanor. He wanted to spend the night there and then continue his journey.

In the outer wall, there weren't only the combatants but nearly all of the base's residents. They all looked at the battlefield with shocked expressions on their faces.