The knock-off mobile phone truly lived up to Tang Xiaoquan's expectations. Its high-powered speaker combined with Vitas' almost heavenly voice quickly attracted the attention of the surrounding zombies.
"Why... is it quiet now?" Wang Qiang whispered, puzzled by the sudden disappearance of footsteps.
Tang Xiaoquan was equally filled with doubt. He didn't dare open the window for fear that any noise might attract the zombies' attention, which would be a big problem.
On the street, as Vitas' "Opera 2" began to play, the aimlessly wandering zombies stopped in their tracks. They all turned their heads toward the source of the sound, a curious expression etched on their rotting faces.
Static and dynamic.
The zombies' bodies remained static, while the sound from the phone was dynamic.
The entire street seemed to have been paused in that moment, with only the slowly floating dust in the air hinting at a faint trace of vitality.
