The white fog spread at the foot of the mountain, clouds surged in the fog, and roars rose one after another.

Soon, hunched figures emerged from the fog, emitting the smell of blood and decay. Scarlet eyes looked up the mountain along the winding path, and the breath of death was revealed on their confused faces.

The four-armed zombie stood behind the zombie group, watching the strange white mist shadow behind him dissipate with the wind, and the threat of death that was like a thorn in his back slowly dissipated.

Why did this white mist bring it here?

The four-armed zombie pondered this question until it smelled the scent of humans on the mountain...

Forget it, never mind, eating is important!

It roared, and waved its four powerful arms and beat its chest, calling on the zombies to charge forward.

…

Fang Ming stood on the high wall, looking at the zombies that kept pouring out of the fog and rushing towards the manor with roars.

A few rays of midday sunlight shone upon him through the mist, casting his eerie shadow long behind the wall, with the touch of shadow hidden within it.

Inside the wall, Curly was standing ready with his fleshy tentacles, a rotten zombie was picking at the flesh on his face out of boredom, and the mother vine stretched out its body, with vines spreading beyond the fog.

A sentence suddenly popped up in Fang Ming’s mind: Please choose your plant and welcome the next wave of zombies.

At this time, the group of zombies with nimble legs and feet had already rushed to the wall, and their hands that had transformed into sharp claws swung down the stone wall, making a squeaking sound like nails rubbing against a blackboard.

Countless vines climbed up the high wall and tightly bound the zombies close to the wall. More vines surged out and pierced through the zombies' bodies through their noses, mouths and ears. In just a few breaths, they turned into several mummies and were thrown down.

A few zombies with slightly better brains were gathering in front of the large iron gate at the main entrance of the manor, banging on it with brute force.

"Which general is willing to lead the troops?"

Fang Ming asked the question nervously, and the two little ones below cooperated very well. They raised their rotten flesh hands and bloody tentacles, indicating that they were willing to go.

Marshal Fang was very pleased and looked at Curly, "General Curly, you lead one soldier to guard the main gate."

Curly's flesh and blood surged with excitement, his tentacles saluted in unison, and he moved his flesh and blood body and ran away.

Green polluted miasma surged from the bodies of the flesh and blood deformers, covering the entire area of ​​the gate. The dozen or so zombies at the gate froze in their movements, and their bodies began to mutate. Large tumors bulged on their skin, and one of them even had its belly torn, throwing out a ball of unidentified blood-red flesh.

Looking at the zombies that were trapped in madness, Curly stretched out his flesh and blood tentacles, constantly tearing off the zombies' remains to feed himself, starting a buffet.

…

“Ha~!”

The little zombie saw that everyone was having so much fun that he started breathing heavily in anxiety, and looked pitifully at Fang Ming on the high wall.

"Don't breathe. See those big guys? Go and bring back their heads."

Fang Ming pointed at a few tall zombies that were slowly emerging from the fog. They were ordinary zombies in the early stages of mutation.

Through the system panel, Fang Ming saw that their three-dimensional values ​​were obviously higher than those of ordinary zombies. They had not yet awakened their characteristics, and were far inferior to first-level zombies.

A fixed-point sniper elite unit, the most suitable person for this type of unit besides Fang Ming is the little zombie.

Fang Ming saw it running out happily and returning directly to the embrace of the zombie group. Under the command of the higher-level zombies, the zombies had no defense against their own kind at all.

The little zombie was filled with black energy, and when he saw a big guy, he pounced on it and poured the condensed black energy in his hand into its mouth.

The little zombie watched with red eyes as the rotten flesh, muscles and fat on the tall and burly zombie's body rotted and fell to the ground, and soon turned into a body of dry bones.

The surrounding zombies instinctively retreated in fear and watched it rush towards its next target.

Fang Ming observed the battlefield with satisfaction, feeling that with three against one hundred, the advantage was in his hands.

However, he had a hunch that the situation would not be just this serious. This inexplicable zombie siege was very strange.

There aren't many people gathered in the northern suburbs, so where did the zombies come from?

Soon he had the answer.

The little zombie was invincible in the zombie group as if he was in an empty land, causing continuous commotion and chaos among the zombie group.

Suddenly, more zombies emerged from the fog, and behind them, a burly, deathly gray figure slowly emerged.

Its scarlet eyes were fixed on the small zombie with black aura rising to the sky. It held down a fleeing zombie with its front and back arms, tore it into four pieces and threw them away. A deafening roar frightened all the zombies and made them pounce on it heavily as if they were injected with chicken blood.