The setting sun cast Yiming's shadow long and long, but it still couldn't keep up with the distance the bus had traveled.
Only after the bus had disappeared from sight did Zhang Yiming slowly turn and leave.
The slender fingers twitched slightly, and the low growls of zombies echoed from the houses on both sides of the road.
He stood in the middle of the road, like a king descending to earth.
The sound of doors opening came from house to house along the roadside, and heavy footsteps slowly approached Zhang Yiming.
The setting sun shone on Zhang Yiming's face, but it did nothing to soften his usually warm and sunny expression; the sunlight itself seemed cold.
One by one, the zombies slowly came to a stop in front of Zhang Yiming. Their faces were blank, covered with rotting flesh, but their eyes moved nimbly.
A putrid smell permeated the setting sun, utterly clashing with the beautiful sunset scene.
These zombies were very obedient, standing motionless in front of Zhang Yiming, even forming rows and rows.
All of them were high-level zombies.
Zhang Yiming stood still, not saying a word. The aura emanating from him, belonging to the Zombie King, made them lower their heads in fear.
Centered on Zhang Yiming, an invisible brainwave emanated from his brain, deeply imprinting the information into the minds of these zombies.
Five minutes later, Zhang Yiming left.
Five minutes later.
These expressionless zombies began to move, wandering randomly in all directions.
No destination, no goal, just pure wandering.
Despite being a high-level zombie, its behavior was even more aimless than that of a low-level zombie.
It looks like it would be easy to hunt.
It's more like bait that's been thrown out.
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