Before long, the boy was the first to cave in, vomiting with a "wah" sound—apparently having eaten nothing during the day, he threw up a pile of yellowish gastric acid that almost splashed all over Tang Ye, and a sour stench began to waft through the air.
Tang Ye frowned. He felt nothing about what the two described. Before the Apocalypse, he had seen many bloodier scenes. Even a normal person, after seeing such scenes enough times, would have thrown up all they could and wouldn't change a shade in their face, let alone actually witnessing it in reality—it was mere hearsay, and what were these to Tang Ye, a Level 9 Zombie King?
"I have a question," Tang Ye asked the girl. "You just woke up from a nightmare, and if it's against the rules to open your eyes after the hours of restriction, then surely someone will eventually wake up startled from a nightmare like you did. How does that get dealt with?"
"That... I seriously wonder if you're a transmigrator, not knowing even that?"
