Summoned Late at Night

Suddenly, Shen Luo turned toward a pair of figures racing toward him side by side. They were two cultivators in yellow robes.

"Senior, you've fought hard all night. Thank you for your efforts. We've been ordered to take over the defense of Guangde Ward. Leave the rest to us," one of the yellow-robed Daoists said, cupping his hands to Shen Luo.

More cultivators came running through the ward's other streets and alleys to join the defense. They were evidently the two Daoists' subordinates.

"Then I'll leave it to you two fellow Daoists of the Thick Earth Sect." Shen Luo gave them a slight nod and went to find Zhou Meng, Zhao Tingsheng, and the others.

After such a fierce battle, he had no idea how they had fared.

A few steps later, he came upon a silver Zombie cleaved in two. It was the first one he had killed.

Two more of these silver Zombies had appeared afterward.

As Shen Luo stepped over the Zombie, his gaze swept across its face. He stopped abruptly, then retraced the two steps he had taken and studied it closely.

The skin on the Zombie's face had split and was still oozing yellow fluid. Its mouth was crowded with interlocking fangs. It was hideous.

Yet that hideous face seemed familiar.

"Familiar..." Startled by the thought, Shen Luo examined the face more carefully. His expression gradually grew grave.

Strip away the swelling, rot, and fangs, and restore its features, and it would be a slightly plump, kindly face.

He had seen that face before. It belonged to Tian Buduo, the short carriage driver who admired the Immortal Path!

"There's no mistake. It's him! How did he become a Zombie? Wait—could all these Zombies that suddenly appeared have been transformed from residents of Chang'an City?" Shen