"Luo Yuan, I know it's you!"
Seeing the dozen or so zombies, not a single one paying attention to him, still sitting there with numb expressions, Ye Fei said with extreme certainty, "Besides you, I can't think of anyone else in our Black Valley and your Sword Tower who has this kind of strength and means!"
"If there really is this Luo Yuan, it should be him!" Fang Boxuan also said.
"Sword Tower, outer sect disciple, Luo Yuan..."
Lu Lingchan's face was icy cold, and from the bamboo flute came a buzzing sound, she said with a sense of rivalry, "I also want to see what's so special about someone who has more Divine Sense than me!"
The others also stared intently below, their gazes sweeping over the faces of the zombies, trying to pick out the perpetrator.
At that moment.
Pang Jian rubbed his temples, shaking his head secretly, feeling like he was suffering an undeserved calamity.
"The perpetrator, hidden among the zombies..."
