Su Changxing looked at him unexpectedly and asked, "How did you figure it out?"
Huang Biao smiled and said, "Everyone has a pattern to their speech. It was a guess initially, but now I'm quite sure."
Su Changxing mused, "What if you're wrong?"
Huang Biao said confidently, "Impossible."
"Get ready."
Su Changxing pulled the fuse on the Signal Stick and tossed it forward.
"Sizzle~"
The Signal Stick landed perfectly at the stairway entrance, lighting up the dim corridor. Heavy and hurried footsteps echoed from the stairwell.
Seconds later, a high-frequency scream, like that of a child, reverberated through the passage, making dust on the ground jump in rhythm.
Su Changxing felt a bit dizzy and experienced ringing in his ears, but as expected, it was still bearable. He immediately took out the Shadow Bow from his back, notched an arrow, and shot as soon as a Zombie poked its head out.
