Lin Haihai rushed straight to the plantation with Puremoon. Flute and his brothers were glad to see her.

“Prepare a house for me, Flute,” ordered Lin Haihai. “It should be isolated so that it is easy to keep watch on. Nothing must go wrong!”

“Who is she?” asked Flute.

“She’s responsible for the living corpses. Who knows how many deaths she’s caused. I’m not sure if I’ll be able to save those who have been converted!” Lin Haihai couldn’t help but get angry at Puremoon when she thought about the victims’ families.

“She created the living corpses? This bitch!” Flute kicked Puremoon in the stomach, sending her rolling on the floor with her hands covering her abdomen. Lin Haihai had told him to look into the matter, so Flute knew how many innocent families had suffered because of this woman. Flute had grown up without the warmth of a family after being kidnapped at a young age. He thus got even more furious and resentful for people like her.

Lin Haihai threw Puremoon a cold glance. “Enough, stop torturing...