Ming was disappointed. He didn't find anything useful in this village and could only hope for the largest house in the village.
By normal logic, that should be the chieftain's room, or in other words, the king's room. Hopefully, it wouldn't disappoint.
Upon opening the door, a pair of dark golden eyes met his gaze.
"…"
Well, it certainly did not disappoint.
Ming was puzzled, his skill seemed to have failed, how come he didn't smell anything? Are zombies now so clean?
Bang!
A man and a zombie each throw a punch, fists collide, and the former flies backward, smashing through a mud house behind him.
Defense value -1000.
Stamina -100.
The zombie pushes off the ground with its four limbs, holding a bone spear in its arms, steps forward, leaps, and stabs straight.
"~"
