The smelly rotten foot which hovered over Wangcai's head belonged to a zombie.
"Sh*t! Goddamnit!"
Wangcai was infuriated, and it roared to kill the zombie. Unfortunately, it was still dizzy from being in Chu Han's pocket, and in its ping-pong ball form. As a result, he foot buried Wangcai under thick dirt and dyed its fur with dark blood, all the while making it unable to get out of the hole.
At that moment, the zombie stepping on Wangcai was killed by Chu Han, and then it fell to the ground. But the zombie's body landed on Wangcai, so it was buried deeper. Wangcai wanted to get larger, but it was unable to because its moves were limited.
Wangcai sighed and doubted whether it could survive the year.
How could it be so unlucky!?
It was following a master that paid no attention to it, whom it was uncertain why it chose. If it had chosen someone else, it wouldn't be in that sorry state, and they would even treat it as their ancestor.
