C188 Filamentous parasite

The skin on Zhang Jiaqi's arm was very white, and was not the usual milkiness and whiteness of water.

At this moment, she was kneeling by the sink with all her concentration. She was holding a recently killed black cat in both hands, like a fisherman who was fishing. She was quietly waiting, her eyes staring at the pool full of corpses, as if she was waiting for something to appear