Crack. Crack.
With some bone-cracking noises that could freeze one's blood, that rotten corpse got to its feet slowly in the swamp. Its head was lowering. Its left arm was bending. Its right leg was also slightly bending. Its standing posture was extremely spooky. It looked like a marionette.
"It turns out those movies are not fictional. Zombies do exist," Duck Emperor said in panic.
"That…that must be the vampires' puppet, which was thrown here after its blood had been sucked up."
Camel could not stop cold sweating. He always knew a man would become a puppet after his blood had been sucked up by vampires. It was certainly only hearsay, but the hearsay differed a lot from what actually happened. Vampires' puppets did not have sharp teeth. Instead, they were like this freak right in front of him: rotten, stink, yet alive.
Crack. Crack.
More bone-cracking noises came. It was so spooky that their hair stood on end.
