The dilapidated car moved slowly forward under the moonlight.
From time to time, the car made a wheezing roar, indicating that it was nearing its limit.
Zombie Emperor Zhang Yiming, with a blank expression, floored the accelerator, pushing the car to its maximum speed.
A burlap sack full of crystal cores was placed on the back seat, and black blood dripped slowly from the car door to the ground.
Under the moonlight, the blackish-brown spots stretched very far.
Zombie Emperor Zhang Yiming gazed ahead, and suddenly his lips curled up into a wicked smile.
The dilapidated car stopped by the roadside.
It seemed to be waiting for someone.
In less than ten minutes, a black motorcycle sped over from afar.
The roar of the motorcycle was accompanied by a few disordered footsteps.
In the distance, a young boy with a gentle face sat calmly on the motorcycle, pushing the motorcycle's speed to the limit.
Under the pure moonlight, several dark shadows followed behind the motorcycle.
