Negotiation

This zombie was incredibly fat, with layers of blubber piled onto his arms and thighs in segmented rolls, like Michelin tires. For now, Yang Hao would call him Michelin.

Yang Hao quickly raised both hands to show that he meant no harm.

"We came to discuss cooperation. If this works out, I guarantee you'll receive plenty of benefits."

"Benefits?... Are benefits tasty?"

Michelin tilted his head, his face blank and dull. Clearly, he was not very intelligent either.

With that level of intelligence, he naturally could not rule the Five-Star Zombie Nest. Michelin was merely a capable subordinate, a power-type meat shield, equivalent to the Tank of Lin Dong's territory.

Yang Hao froze, having realized the same thing.

So he was not the ruler of the Five-Star Zombie Nest...

"Human, follow me."

Michelin spoke in a deep voice, then turned and walked ahead. With every step he took, the fat all over his body jiggled and trembled.

Yang Hao and Xiao Zhang exchanged a glance and hurried after him.

The two remained nervous the entire way. Although the zombies had not shown any intent to attack, their temperaments were unpredictable and violent. At any moment, they might start killing people and drinking blood.

Fortunately, they did not encounter any other zombies along the way.

However, the air grew increasingly cold and damp, while a fishy stench constantly lingered in their noses. Something seemed to be writhing in the roadside trees.

Yang Hao focused his eyes on it and immediately sucked in a cold breath.

They were mottled pythons as thick as arms, flicking their tongues with sharp fangs exposed as they coiled around the branches.

The sight alone was enough to make one shudder.

"Hiss... There are so many snakes."

Yang Hao discovered that it was not just one tree.