Lin Qiao showed up before one of the six zombies; that was a male zombie who looked about thirty years old, nearly six feet and eight inches tall. His eyes were dark and sunken, glowing dimly. His manly-looking face wasn't scarred. He was strong, and his lips were purple. At that moment, he was glaring at Lin Qiao with his teeth bared.
"Obey me… or die," Lin Qiao stood before him with composure and said.
"Roar…" The zombie king popped his eyes and roared at her very unhappily. But still, he didn't dare to attack her.
"Follow him, follow me; it's the same thing. Perhaps, your life will be more secured if you're with me. He might not be nicer to you than I will," Lin Qiao said, then urged that zombie impatiently, "Cut the crap! You have two choices now—I dig out your nucleus, or you follow me from now on."
