Su Nian continued dragging that lumpy thing, the sound grating along the ground. Under the night sky, her pitch-black eyes were, for some reason, hard to look at directly.
But Qing Ran's eyes were wide with anxiety. 'Where in the world did this little girl come from?!'
But his grim-faced companion held him back. If you looked closely, you could see his hands were trembling slightly.
Su Nian's ears twitched, and a smile played on her lips. She was incredibly close to the zombies—less than a meter away.
It seemed as if the zombies' rank stench and terrifying aura could coalesce into a giant Evil Ghost to devour her.
And yet, Su Nian walked ever closer, and the howls of the horrifying zombies grew even more excited.
Several zombies with eyes glowing an eerie red had already drawn near, and beads of sweat formed on the Daoists' foreheads.
The zombies howled and surged forward. Even Qing Ran felt his legs go weak, but every Daoist was already clutching a yellow talisman.
