Mountain Ghost Holds the Pen

April 4th.
The apocalypse descended, mountains and rivers shattered, and the human world turned into purgatory.
April 5th.
"Brother Wang Tao, before I die, I ask you for a favor, please take care of my wife..."
April 7th.
Wang Tao unexpectedly discovered that he could not only see the HP bars of living creatures but also that the creatures he killed would drop loot!
"Rest in peace, Big Brother. I will definitely take good care of your wife!"

Apocalypse: I Can See the HP Bar, Killing Monsters Drops Loot

Seeing Wu Fei had run away, Wang Tao picked up his axe but chose not to pursue any further.


It was night, and it was too dangerous outside. It wasn't worth risking his life.


He returned to the base by the way he'd come and then had someone repair the wire fence.


As he approached the grove, he felt the atmosphere here was somewhat strange—


Zhen Guo and several others seemed at a loss for words, while Han Rui stood gazing absentmindedly into the trees.


Han Rui lifted her head, her expression complex.


"Eh? Sun Weiguang is dead? Was he infected?"


Wasn't Sun Weiguang under control? How could he be dead unless he was infected by Ou Yingying...


"He was indeed infected, but... sigh, you better take a look yourself..."


Han Rui led Wang Tao deeper into the grove.


Upon seeing the scene before him, Wang Tao frowned instantly.


Chapter 133: 95% Internal Impurity_1