Three mutated dogs kept leading the zombies around in circles.
Although Wu Heng had cleared this area twice before, scattered zombies, attracted by the noise, still moved to approach them.
The mutated dogs, however, had no intention of stopping. They often rushed back to the zombies, biting down frantically. Before the other zombies could close in, they would then turn around and continue running.
Truly the essence of kiting.
Just as they were messing with the zombies, a sudden crashing sound came from the side.
Tha~ Tha~ Tha-tha!
The three mutated dogs suddenly stopped in their tracks.
Following the sound, they saw an odd looking bone dog, its front legs wrapped around a white steel post of a signboard, swinging its hips non-stop.
Its hollow eye sockets stared towards them.
Meanwhile, its lower body continued to swing back and forth.
