Looking over his shoulder, Chang Xuefeng scoffed at the shade. "So you say," he muttered, shaking out his wings. Truly, they were absolutely beautiful; the snow-white texture of the feathers seemed to be mesmerizing to anyone who stared at them for too long.
They were originally his pride and joy, but now...
Dropping his head, he hid his smirk from the shade. "Let's go collect some souls, shall we?"
Right. Hattie granted wishes to get souls. Maybe if he just gave them to her instead of bringing them to purgatory, she wouldn't have to work so hard.
Now, why didn't he think about that before?
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Désiré paced back and forth inside the small confines of the restaurant they were in. They had been stuck there for months along with all the other survivors as the rain continued to pour down, punishing human and zombie alike.