Chapter 9 Porcelain!

Li Yan didn't look, he just pressed play casually.

A deep drumbeat resonated from his walkman, followed by the clear ringing of suspended cymbals.

The rhythmic percussion accompanied by drum beats intensified as the horde of corpses drew even nearer.

The man sang in a low voice, sharp yet somewhat melodious.

"Beans are boiled with their stalks~"

"Inside the pot, they weep~"

"Born of the same root~"

"Why be so hasty to fry each other~"

Li Yan crouched low on his legs and with a burst of power, charged into the looming mass of corpses!

On him, a trench coat, in his hand, the Ring Dragon. Nothing else.

But to deal with these things, it was enough.

The drumbeats exploded, and a hoarse male voice shouted:

"Grab a handful of dirt, roll a big ball, you spit! Spit~, I shed a couple of tears!"

"Mix it, mix it, thin mud is made! All set! All set!"

The voice was rough.

The style was strange.