Lin Fan waved his hand, wiping off the sticky blood on his injured hand, and then continued toward the upstairs, inspecting each floor carefully; he wanted to know exactly what methods or abilities this new breed of zombie possessed.
Intelligent zombies were worth studying.
They could represent an important existence in the evolution of zombies.
Brain Eaters?
Obviously not.
At this moment,
In a corner of this building, a new breed of zombie, carrying an axe, trembled and hid in the dark, not daring to move a muscle.
Suddenly,
Faint footsteps were heard.
A rhythmic marching, growing louder and more distinct as it approached, each footstep put immense pressure on the new breed of zombie.
All at once,
The footsteps stopped abruptly, as if they had completely vanished.
"What purpose does this strange new breed of zombie have in luring me here?"
"If it's a trap, why are there only those scattered ordinary zombies?"
