"Urgh!"
Village Chief Qian felt sick enough to vomit.
But seeing that zombie's rotten mouth about to kiss him, he could only dodge for dear life...
Desperately avoiding the mouth of a zombie whose whole body had rotted away, yet somehow still had a fine set of teeth!
"Swish!"
Before Village Chief Qian could shout again.
A flash of sword light suddenly swept past his face. The next instant, the Purple Zombie's head separated cleanly from its body like a chopped log, tumbling to the ground with a series of clattering thuds!
"The... the walking corpse is dead! It's dead!"
"Just like that? Ha!"
Village Chief Qian was so delighted that he could barely speak coherently.
Then...
Only then did Village Chief Qian notice Ye Qianfan standing behind the Purple Zombie, holding a fairly short dagger.
Clearly, he was the one who had cut off its head!
"Village Chief Qian, I saved you not because you deserved saving, but because I don't want any more people in this village to die," Ye Qianfan told him coldly. "If I let that Purple Zombie keep drinking blood, it would soon evolve into a Hairy Zombie, then a Black-and-White Zombie, or even a Green Zombie or Hairy Zombie. It would only get harder and harder to deal with!"
"Yes, yes, I was in the wrong this time!"
Village Chief Qian apologized repeatedly. "But, sir, shouldn't we leave this place before we talk? There... over there..."
As he spoke, his frightened gaze darted toward the space behind Ye Qianfan.
Naturally, Ye Qianfan had also heard the noises behind him. Those heavy, rhythmic thuds told him what had appeared at his back without his even needing to ask!
"Shen Lang, Li Pu, get to work!"
Ye Qianfan turned his head and shouted.
But even he