"Alright, got it. Old Qin, keep the car steady," said Third Uncle.
As he spoke, he snapped the helmet onto his head, opened the sunroof, and leaned halfway out.
The car slowly descended the steep slope, reaching the lowest point at the mountain's foot. Third Uncle drew his dagger and cut the rope tying the dead pig to the car roof.
"Bring up the bucket with the blood," Third Uncle called down.
Someone in the car quickly passed up a bucket filled with pig blood.
Third Uncle unscrewed the lid and forcefully splashed it onto the concrete ground.
The ground was covered in fresh blood!
A pungent scent of pig blood filled the air.
Excited, the zombies behind them howled ceaselessly.
Thud!
Third Uncle tossed the empty pig blood bucket to the ground.
He hurriedly ducked back inside the car.
"Speed up! Drive faster! We only have a few minutes," Third Uncle urged.
Old Qin, already fed up with the days of slow driving, floored the gas pedal.
Vroom!
