After a moment of words, Liao Ao's blood surged upwards—

yes!

This may be his chance to atone for his sins!

Otherwise, after he punished himself for so many years, how could he come out by such a coincidence?!

"I said, big brother, you won't die...what are you afraid of?" Feng Chenglin knocked away a zombie puppet again: "Besides, aren't you just trying to die? Maybe these zombie puppets are the nemesis that kills you..."

Ling Luoyu: "..."

This guy is really having fun talking!

There are more and more zombies underground.

Although she was not worried about being trapped by several zombies, it was not a solution to continue killing like this endlessly!

When she glanced casually, she suddenly realized something was wrong—

"Fatty, come to Liao Ao..."

"...what?" Feng Chenglin finally came to Ling Luoyu and thought to fight side by side with her.

But unexpectedly, before he could stand firm, he was beaten back again.

"Back to Liao Ao!"

"Why?"

"Didn't you notice that he has the attribute of avoiding the zombie?"

“…”

Feng Chenglin didn't hear those words clearly, but he made a rough idea.

When I turned around and looked, I couldn't help but stare at me: "I'll go... it's really..."

Why didn't he notice it just now?

Liao Ao raised the dagger and pointed it at the zombie beside him with meaning.

But those puppets had no intention of staying when they passed by him, but continued to kill Ling Luoyu and Feng Chenglin.

Moreover, judging by the meaning, it seems that I didn’t see Liao Ao at all!

Feng Chenglin was confused: "San Young Master, what's going on? Don't tell me... those zombie puppets can't see him!"

Although it is a dead person, it is also a dead person that can be seen, okay?

"I can't see..." Ling Luoyu's breathing slightly, then curled his lips: "Fatty, do you think... these slack puppets that have rotten eyes, how likely are there to see us?"

Look, you need to have eyes!

But what about these zombies?

Not to mention eyes, some of the heads are gone!

"Don't say it..." Feng Chenglin exploded the zombie in front of him: "These guys have no eyes and must not see us... That's the sound of flutes! Zhao Sheng's flutes forced the zombie to come to us... It's not right. Why didn't he attack Liao Ao by attacking Liao Ao?"

"It's not that he doesn't want to, but that these zombie puppets have no intention of attacking Liao Ao..."

“…what??”

Isn't this a big deal?

What does it mean to not take action against Liao Ao?

It seems like they are relatives!

"What do you want to do so much? It's just the past..." Ling Luoyu grabbed Feng Chenglin's shoulder and dragged him to Liao Ao.

Sure enough, when they arrived in front of Liao Ao, the surrounding slack puppets became a little slow.

Even though the sound of the flute was still there, they were wandering around the three of them.

"What's going on?" Feng Chenglin looked Liao Ao up and down several times: "It's not... you are their boss, their ancestor... they dare not provoke you, right?"

Theoretically, Liao Ao is indeed the ancestor of the puppet.

The pure one!

"...I don't...I don't know..." Liao Ao was really confused, grabbed the dagger and turned around, looking nervous.

If Ling Luoyu hadn't suggested it, he wouldn't have cared about the wrong state of these zombie puppets!
Chapter completed!