Su Mo relaxed her lips, looking at the various large and small wounds on its body, and a pair of shoes that were almost worn through. Her throat felt dry, "Tanghai City is a long way from here."
"No, not far," Yang Yichu got closer and closer to her, the strained smile on his face becoming larger and more bizarre, but it was clear that he was very happy.
"Are the dogs that were chasing me, and those zombies, yours?" Su Mo thought for a moment before asking her final question.
Finally, it stopped in front of her, only half a step away from her, "Mine, mine, I have many, friends."
It spoke in fits and starts, each time as if it was struggling to squeeze the words out from its throat.
Su Mo also recognized a fact, the Yang Yichu in front of her, not very old and turned into a zombie that could speak, was a Corpse King that could control zombies.
