Half an hour later.
Fang Zheng held the knife single-handedly, panting desperately, drenched in sweat.
The headless zombie lay on the ground, showing no signs of further movement.
The others were equally exhausted.
Du Qiaoyun looked pale, her hands trembling slightly, and her soft sword had already shattered into pieces; the young man named Yang had fainted directly.
"Dead?"
"Dead!"
Fang Zheng nodded heavily and stepped towards the back of the Yizhuang.
In the courtyard, obvious footprints could be seen, indicating that Cloud Sparrow Huang Su had long fled, but a scarecrow was discarded to the side.
Hmm?
Picking up the scarecrow, Fang Zheng frowned slightly.
The scarecrow was wrapped with some hair and had a Yellow Talisman stuck to it, besides the Ghost Talisman drawn on the Yellow Talisman, there was a name.
Fang Zheng!
"Young Master Fang."
Du Qiaoyun's voice came from the Yizhuang:
"Come and look at this side."
