After doing all this, Vivian, holding a gun in her hand, slowly and steadily approached the source of pollution.
When she got closer and looked at the figure lying in the coffin with a dozen miniature heads on his face, Vivian's pupils shrank sharply:
"Peter?"
Although the original face of the figure in front of her could no longer be seen because more than a dozen heads had grown on it, Vivian could still see the faces on those miniature heads clearly.
That was Peter, who was in the same Night Watch team as her. What was going on?
Why is Peter here?
Suddenly, Vivian's eyes fell on the coffin where Peter was lying.
Could it be that Peter tracked down the clues to the cultists who created the zombies in the cemetery?
There is no doubt that this possibility is very high.
Vivian put the gun back in her hand and took out three small bottles filled with transparent liquid from her body.
She pulled out the stoppers from the small bottles and poured all the liquid in the three bottles onto Peter's deformed body in front of her.
As the liquid came into contact with Peter's skin, which had begun to deform.
Suddenly there was a crackling sound, and waves of white mist rose up.
Peter groaned a few times, seemingly because of the pain.
Looking at Peter, whose symptoms had only slightly eased, Vivian frowned.
This was all the holy water she had with her, and at this moment, another shadow gradually solidified beside her.
Vivian's heart tightened, and she raised her leg and swept it across.
The next second, Vivian's legs stopped.
The slender, white, round and smooth legs with delicate skin stopped one centimeter in front of Eros' face.
"Is it you?"
Looking at the pair of legs in front of him that he could play with for a lifetime, Eros smiled and said politely:
"Hello! Ms. Vivian."
Vivian retracted her legs and said without turning her head:
"Do you have holy water?"
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