I smiled faintly, my face filled with excitement.
It seemed the news was good. Little Zombie was here. Otherwise, there wouldn't be so many Jumping Zombies.
Just then, I suddenly sensed something and whipped my head toward the sky. My expression changed slightly.
A person was circling in midair, just like a giant bird, constantly revolving above the sky.
I grew tense at the sight.
A Flying Zombie!
The thing in the sky was probably a Flying Zombie! It was a legendary zombie, an existence that meant certain death for ordinary people.
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It was said that Flying Zombies were far superior to Jumping Zombies. Their strength was astonishingly terrifying—almost beyond belief.
Even the weakest Flying Zombie had cultivated for over a hundred years. There were even thousand-year-old Flying Zombies, which were already Zombie Kings.
I had no idea how powerful the zombie in the sky was. But any Flying Zombie was already an ordinary person's worst nightmare.
"This is troublesome." I frowned, my heart caught in an indescribable struggle.
After thinking it over for a while, I slowly walked forward. This time, however, I was extremely cautious and didn't dare be careless in the slightest.
Soon, I saw a roller coaster roar past me. Inside it was a group of children. One of them was especially unusual. His face was pale, his eye sockets were black, he wore a hat, and he was dressed in Qing Dynasty clothing.
Without a doubt, Little Zombie was my target.
I silently hid myself, trying to evade the Flying Zombie's search.
The Flying Zombie patrolled the entire amusement park but didn't notice me for the time being. However, by then, I could no longer wait.
The roller coaster soon came to a stop. Once it stopped, I quietly followed after it.