With a wave of his hand, Lin Dong tossed out several frozen chickens.
The zombie's expression changed at once, revealing disbelief.
"There really are chickens?"
They were already starving beyond endurance, unable to suppress their bloodthirsty urges. Several zombies immediately rushed forward and quickly devoured the chickens.
But that little bit of flesh and blood was naturally nowhere near enough to satisfy them.
The zombie looked at Lin Dong with a fawning expression.
"Boss, from now on, I'll listen to you in everything."
"What's your name?"
Lin Dong asked.
The zombie froze for a moment and scratched his head.
"I... I don't have a name."
"Oh."
Lin Dong glanced at his appearance and casually said, "Then from now on, you'll be called Malai."
"Good, good, good! Malai is a great name! Boss, you're truly learned and talented. The moment you open your mouth, it's pure class. The name you came up with is so wonderful..."
Malai's little mouth rattled away like a machine gun, endlessly flattering him.
Ganba curled his lip.
"Hey! I liked you better when you were all unruly and defiant."
Just like that, Lin Dong kept mobilizing zombies to help him search for the Stone Tablet. Word spread from one to ten, then from ten to a hundred, and before long, it had spread throughout Quicksand Town.
Before long, it had grown into a horde of over a hundred zombies.
They formed groups of three or five and wandered everywhere, searching for the Stone Tablet's whereabouts.
Unfortunately, they found nothing. It seemed the Stone Tablet was not in Quicksand Town.
Just then.
The entire town stirred again. Dark figures appeared along the outskirts and returned to town. Their bodies were nimble and their movements swift, their pitch-black faces savage and ferocious. They were the vicious Black-Skinned Zombies.