As soon as the man finished speaking, a soft rustling came from the vine-covered thicket, and one by one, the hideous-faced zombies emerged.
These zombies differed from ordinary ones; their bodies weren't as filthy, and their eyes weren't vacant, occasionally even rolling them.
Zombies emerged from somewhere, lined up neatly, standing still.
Clearly, this was a bunch of high rank zombies with exceptionally high intelligence.
Their hideous, rotting faces looked terrifying beyond compare.
There were twenty high rank zombies in total, all of the fourth rank.
"What do you mean by this? I do not know you, sir."
Zhang Yiming looked expressionlessly at the lined-up zombies, without much change in his demeanor.
"We're all alike, just drop the act." The handsome man chuckled softly, "Let me introduce myself, I'm Wang Dongli, like you, a Zombie King, able to command these little cuties who are not quite a sight for sore eyes!"
