The village was very quiet.
In front of each household, a significant amount of spinach was still being planted.
The doors were tightly shut.
Bai Yifan knew that inside these yards, there were zombie villagers with their families, along with survivors who were being kept captive.
Bai Yifan swallowed a mouthful of saliva, his fingers gripping the bronze sword were slightly pale.
He didn't understand why there could be such a vicious Zombie King.
Clearly, he had human memories, didn't he?
The journey was incredibly smooth, without seeing any zombies. Just as he was approaching the two-story villa where Zombie King Li Mucheng lived, a figure suddenly appeared ahead.
This figure was dirty, with its back facing the group, lying on the ground at the doorway of a yard.
From the back, it seemed to be a small-framed boy, roughly about 1.4 meters tall, resembling a middle school student.
"You, you need to move aside!"
