The one inside the coffin, after that phone call, had never made a sound again, and about ten more days had passed. Why about? Because the coffin no longer released a wisp of walking dead qi each day for Mr. Su Bai to absorb like it did in the previous half-month. It was largely because Mr. Su Bai had taken the initiative to walk into the river that time and that had made the occupant too lazy to pay any more attention to him.
Fortunately, even though he wasn't eating or drinking, thanks to his Zombie Physique, Mr. Su Bai wasn't really worried about perishing in this place. Here, after all, it was not like the absolute vacuum created by the Dreadful Radio in the Story World; at least the walking dead qi here was still very abundant.
Sitting by the river, the Black Cat stood quietly on the altar, watching Mr. Su Bai.
