บท 37: Chapter 33 "Until One Day

Wang Zhong was actually dreaming at this time.

He dreamed he had returned to the real world, holding New Year's goods and just entering the neighborhood where he grew up.

As a result, all the neighbors in the community were a blur of blood and flesh.

He dreamed that he had reached the bottom of his own building, and Neighbor Zhao, who was playing chess, had only half his head left.

Yet, Wang Zhong wasn't frightened by these bloody figures; it was as if everything was normal, an ordinary daily sight.

He went upstairs, arrived at his own door, and saw his parents pasting the "fu" character upside down.

His father was standing on a stool, his left eye a gaping hole, the eyeball dangling out, connected only by a single nerve to the socket.

His mother had a terrifying wound on the top of her head, where her brain could be seen.

Wang Zhong seemed to finally sense something wrong and asked, "Dad, Mom, how did you end up like this?"