The noise at the back door had drawn the attention of the undead, and those farther down the street began to run in this direction.
"Quan Sangin, what are you spacing out for? Start fighting!"
With so many fighters on hand, of course, their value had to be squeezed out.
Lin Baici kept these people around precisely for this moment.
"Charge!"
Quan Sangin didn't make excuses. Lin Baici had discovered many clues; without him, relying solely on himself would have been impossible. So since someone had contributed their wisdom, he definitely ought to contribute his physical strength.
"Red Medicine, you protect Yue Yu and the others!"
As Lin Baici spoke, the Pharaoh's wrapping cloth coiled around his left wrist loosened, slithering like a snake, quickly wrapping around his entire body. Then, with a snap, it tightened, enveloping him completely, making him look like a mummy.
"Xiba!"
Quan Sangin and the others were so envious they almost split apart.
