Lin Qiao continued to roar at the zombie for a while without receiving the slightest response or reaction from the latter. She felt like she was talking to a cow, which could understand rudimentary instructions but not answer any questions.
She had no way of communicating with this zombie at all.
Understanding this, she sighed and gave up on asking it for directions.
'Hungry…'
Suddenly, a thought popped up in Lin Qiao's mind, seeming to come from someone other than herself.
'Hungry... Hungry... Hungry...'
