"You don't have to worry about the fight turning messy." Bai Meiyue's lips twitched when she heard the cry of her brother. "We have Suisui with us; she can always control these zombies long enough for us to kill them."
As soon as she finished speaking, Meng Suisui stepped forward. She raised her thin and bony hand before chanting a low, guttural hex under her breath. A thick, swirling fog of black curse energy spilled from her palm, rolling down the ridge to coat the trench. "I have sealed the perimeter. If there are any zombies hiding in that perimeter, their senses are bound to become dull, and their aura is also diluted."
"You did a good job," said Bai Meiyue crisply.
She then turned to look at Meng Qibao and said to him, "Keep your charm locked on the perimeter. If there is a sudden attack, make sure they attack one another instead of us."
