"Hehehe!"

Lin Xi turned to Uncle Lin and asked, "Is he swearing?"

Uncle Lin frowned and looked at it for a long time. "I guess so?"

Judging from his well-dressed appearance, he must have been a white-collar worker and a respectable person in his lifetime.

No wonder people are angry after you've ripped such a big hole in someone's body.

He then sped up.

Da da da!

With a determination to die together with him, he charged directly at Jiang Chuan.

Yang Qiwen stretched out her hand, "Plant cage!"

The green plants that appeared out of nowhere bloomed like beautiful flowers at his feet.

Two vines were tightly wrapped around his ankles.

The zombie's mobility was hampered, and he looked at his feet with some curiosity.

In an instant, the plants quickly joined together, completely enveloping him.

The zombie stretched out one hand, seemingly trying desperately to escape.

Uncle Lin threw a fireball in directly.

"Hehehe!"

This time, his voice was filled with pain.

The strong, pungent smell of burning instantly filled the entire hallway.

Jiang Chuan sheathed the knife and strode into the room.

Lin Xi couldn't understand it.

Don't they want the low-level zombie crystal cores?

She wants it; even fly meat is meat.

Besides, this is a low-level crystal core, not an ordinary crystal core!

The house was very tidy, and even after the owner turned into a zombie, it didn't seem to become messy.

The books on the bookshelves in the living room were neatly stacked.

Economics, world classics, martial arts novels, science fiction, and so on were categorized and placed on different levels.

The books are also arranged from largest to smallest.

"That zombie must have been a germaphobe," Chen Jin concluded, looking at the workbench by the window with a computer in the center.