Suddenly, a figure in a blue dress darted out from the front and pounced in front of the black motorcycle.

Zhang Yiming suddenly twisted the brakes, and the motorcycle instantly lost its balance and fell to the ground.

Zhang Yiming nimbly used the motorcycle for leverage, managing to stay on the ground and avoid falling.

The zombie Xiao Song, who was following behind the motorcycle, immediately stood frozen in place, waiting for Zhang Yiming.

Zhang Yiming looked at the blue figure in front of him.

This is a young female zombie.

She has long black hair, and her blue dress accentuates her perfect figure.

Those eyes, which weren't rotten, were big and dark, and the pupils looked very much like someone.

The girl zombie's shoes had fallen off at some point, revealing her pale and rotting feet.

The non-rotten parts of the foot were white, while the rotten parts were oozing black blood, even revealing the stark white bones, a truly horrifying sight.

Its rotting face and hands revealed its identity.

It is a zombie.

You can vaguely see the wounds on her arm, marks left by zombie bites.

The zombie in the blue dress took a long time to get up from the ground, staring blankly at Zhang Yiming.

His dark pupils contracted slightly, his eyes filled with fear.

As a zombie itself, it could sense the powerful and violent aura emanating from Zhang Yiming.

Instinctively, it took a step back.

Zhang Yiming glanced at the blue-dressed zombie's dark pupils, then stopped paying attention, bent down to pick up the motorcycle on the ground, and straddled it.

The motorcycle roared and continued forward.

Seeing Zhang Yiming's motorcycle leave, Little Song, the zombie, followed after it with stiff steps.

The roar of the motorcycle faded into the distance. The blue-clad zombie girl slightly tilted her stiff neck, her blank face filled with confusion.