"Encourage migration?" Ming drove to an open area and circled, waiting for the lagging zombies to gather here for a small-scale collective experiment.
After hearing the rule broadcast, the thing he couldn't understand the most was the encouragement of migration. According to the rules, there must be a problem with this seemingly kind gesture.
At this time, hundreds of zombies that had just been attracted gathered in the open area. Ming stopped the car, got out, gestured to the little bear, and stuffed a box of fish in its arms, "Go to the shade of that big tree over there, eat, and wait for me~"
The little bear carried the box of fish and ran towards the big tree in the distance. Ming got back in the car, rolled down the window, and yelled at the zombies, "Come here!"
The zombies roared and rushed over, surrounding the car so tightly that no one could escape.
