"Okay, I will attend," Wang Zixuan replied.
The controlled zombie said, "Hmm, a wise choice. I will wait here, and when you're ready, I'll take you there."
After saying that, the controlled zombie stood motionless.
Not speaking.
Not moving.
It was just like a wooden stake.
Wang Zixuan returned to the building.
He took out the satellite phone and called Lin Fan directly. Good gracious, I've been having zombies search outside for the Creator, but I never expected a Creator to come to me on their own.
Don't you guys know I'm already a defected zombie?
I'm calling my big brother now.
To let my big brother come and take you down.
What Southern Conference?
Might as well call it the Southern Zombie Mass Extermination Conference.
The satellite phone connected.
"Hello, this is Lin Fan."
"It's Wang Zixuan."
"What's up?"
Hearing it was Wang Zixuan, Lin Fan immediately perked up. He had always tasked Wang Zixuan with searching for the Creator, so it seemed there was news.
