C55 New Harvest

The damp, black ground was baking under intense heat, sending up billows of white smoke that carried a sharp, foul odor. As the autumn breeze swept through, the stench gradually dissipated, and the crowd moved in closer to observe.

"Isn't that the grave of Third Master Chu's eldest son?" The farm overseer, still shaking, pointed tremblingly. His gaze shifted to the charred zombie on the ground