Stepping out of the abandoned garden, especially when he crossed the high threshold, Chen Yang took a deep breath.
The next breath, a loud yawning sound came from not far away.
"There really is a fox that slipped through the net."
"It was not in vain that we kept watch most of the night."
The sound was sonorous, stiff, jerky, and hoarse, as if someone was beating a worn-out gong.
Chen Yang suddenly had the urge to cover his ears.
And he really did.
Opposite Chen Yang, in an old well facing the entrance of the abandoned garden, a big iron-green hand stretched out.
The big hand is pulled at the mouth of the well.
"Click~"
The old bluestone at the mouth of the well was shattered inch by inch, as if it was pulled up not by human hands but by large iron pliers.
Even iron pliers may not be as strong as them.
The owner of the hand in the well crawled out little by little, squeezed most of his body out of the well mouth, and looked at Chen Yang.
"Um?"
The man was furious: "That boy, what do you mean by covering your ears?
Do you think Nai Weng’s voice sounds unpleasant?”
Chen Yang nodded honestly.
He just disliked it.
While nodding his head, Chen Yang looked at the other party carefully.
This man's body was tall and strong, about two meters tall. His whole body was muscular, but it didn't feel full of energy and blood. Instead, it felt as solid as bacon.
His whole body was shrouded in a layer of filthy spiritual light. As soon as he came out of the wellhead, the green moss that originally covered the old wellhead withered and turned into a dull yellow color.
On the surrounding ground, flowers withered and vegetation withered, as if the cold winter had suddenly entered, even more chilling than the severe cold of the twelfth lunar month.
"Filthy light."
"Are you a zombie?!"
Chen Yang frowned, remembering the zombie doctor Xiaobei he fought on Earth.
Compared with the filthy aura and tyrannical oppression of the terrifying zombie in front of me, the zombie doctor pales into insignificance and is not on the same level at all.
"It's Weng Chen Feihu."
Zombie Chen Feihu opened his arms, and the filthy spiritual light lingering around him gathered behind him, like two thick wings, and the whole person floated into the air.
"Flying across the void."
"Flying zombie!"
Chen Yang cautiously took half a step back.
Zombies have appeared on the earth. There are black zombies, white zombies, hairy zombies, and purple zombies. There are also bronze zombies, iron zombies, silver zombies, and gold zombies...
There is also a legendary existence, the Drought Demon, who saw a severe drought in the world.
There are various opinions.
However, no matter which way of saying it is, when a zombie gets rid of the shortcomings of being stiff and slow and can be kited, and can fly into the sky and escape from the earth, it can be called a flying zombie.
Every zombie that has reached this level is a great disaster and can be called a big monster.
"Did you do what happened to Canghu Tu's family?"
Chen Yang asked in a deep voice.
Chen Feihu stepped forward with a ferocious smile: "Nai Weng is no match for that old gray fox.
It's a pity that Nai Weng arrived late, otherwise he could have eaten something hot.
Thousand-year-old fox, I don’t know what it feels like?”
"Now I can only satisfy my craving for the little fox in your arms."