"Stop," Lin Wu crouched in stealth, "There's a shadow around the corner."
Emerald Feather said, "If there were zombies, they should have run out."
"Unless it's a Night Demon." Lin Wu's miner lamp illuminated, making the ten-meter-long path crystal clear. There were no shadows cast at the right bend. Lin Wu quickly stepped forward, pivoted around the corner with his gun raised, but saw no zombies. There was only a small path for drainage with several paths connected to it.
