Ring, ring.
Leng Yebai flicked the bell on the bicycle, setting off towards the safety base with Bai Xiqin.
Bai Yifan, as before, grabbed onto the back seat of the bicycle with one hand, letting it pull him along.
The difference now was that he also carried an ugly bronze sword in his hand.
After watching the three of them leave, Zhang Yiming turned and returned to the village.
Zombie King Li Mucheng remained where he was, waiting for the Emperor's judgment.
Seeing Zhang Yiming approaching from a distance, Zombie King Li Mucheng trembled violently, lacking any composure.
He knew he was probably going to die.
Because he had acted against the Emperor's friend.
"Do not speak of what you saw that day."
Zhang Yiming's gaze fell on the trembling Zombie King Li Mucheng.
Although Zombie King Li Mucheng was taller and stronger, he kept his head bowed low in front of him.
In terms of presence, Zhang Yiming firmly stood in the lead.
"Yes!"
