"Oh? Barbecue? Niffler."
Harley came running over, sniffing with her little nose. She was smiling happily, and when she saw the charred corpse still writhing in the flames, her smile grew even wider.
"Ah, so you're cremating a body. Hmm? You seem to like him quite a bit."
Su Ming glanced at her, shrugged, and moved away from the fire to continue leading the way.
"Why do you say that?"
"Because his body is still intact. Under normal circumstances, we all know you have to destroy a zombie's head, and you could easily blow anyone's head apart, yet you deliberately didn't. Doesn't that mean you had a pretty good impression of him?"
Harley had completed another psychological analysis, having deduced something from Su Ming's actions.
Her words drew the others' attention as well. Little Dai held her shield in one hand and sword in the other, while Laurie hugged Bobo. All of them looked over questioningly.
"This is Freddy, Shazam's Otherworld Variant." Su Ming explained the identity of the charred corpse and had Strangle continue following the scent of disinfectant. "What I thought of him doesn't matter anymore. He's dead. Still, he was a tough guy."
Bobo frowned, and his ape face turned solemn. "Freddy Freeman? Then he was just a kid."
"Earth-0's Freddy is, but not this one from Earth-12. Even without transforming, he looked to be in his twenties." Su Ming raised a hand and pressed it downward, signaling Bobo to relax. This man was not the one he knew. "We're here. The infirmary is up ahead."
The ape jumped down from Laurie's arms and approached the infirmary door with his Nightblade. His exceptional sense of smell allowed him to confirm there was no zombie scent inside.
After peeking inside, he immediately pulled back and started complaining. "Of