The young man strode off in one direction, his aura becoming much lighter.
However, even with a barely perceptible smile on the young man's face, a violent aura still raged within him.
This aura seemed to be innate to him, and he couldn't shake it off.
The zombies throughout S City were still trembling, as they could feel the immense pressure emanating from the young man.
In front of a residential area near the No. 1 Middle School of the city.
The young man stood at the entrance of the residential compound and hesitated for a moment.
After a long while, a pair of gloomy eyes looked down at their own hands.
Her long, slender fingers were very fair, with a faint, almost imperceptible red tinge beneath the whiteness.
These hands had recently killed many survivors.
Long, slender fingers cruelly slit the survivor's throat, the bright red blood staining their hands.
Even after washing, you could still see a barely perceptible red mark on her fair fingers.
The young man, who exuded a violent aura, suddenly rubbed his fingers nervously, trying to rub off the red stains.
No matter how much I rub, I can't get it off.
The young man's mind was instantly filled with agitation, so agitated that he wanted to destroy everything there.
The young man's fingers tightened slightly, his nails digging into his flesh, and black blood spurted out, a drop or two landing on his face.
The young man slowly raised his head and looked in the direction of the residential area.
He suppressed the restless and violent aura in his mind, holding it back tightly.
The young man glanced deeply in the direction of the residential area, then abruptly turned around and strode off in one direction.
His figure moved faster and faster, and his body was enveloped in a violent aura.
The surrounding zombies took a step back in fear, trembling as they looked at the ground, not daring to raise their heads.
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