My Master is Lin Zhengying

"The zombies are coming, keep humming."

Nan Chen's voice was not loud, but it was heard by everyone below.

When these few people heard the words "the zombies are coming", their faces changed drastically.

Except that Mo Ziying was still humming nervously.

The rest of the people were all in disarray.

"Where, where?"

"There, there..."

A man points to a zombie in the distance.

"Oh my god, there are really zombies!"

"I, my stomach hurts!"

"I don't feel well in my stomach, go take a shit!"

"Yes, yes, and me..."

"..."

As he said that, one of the members of the Nine Opera Sect ran away with the excuse of shitting.

The rest of the people met and didn't care about anything else.

It's okay if the zombies don't show up.

But now that it has appeared, they don't want to be bait here.

Seeing the first person running away, the other nine people also turned and fled.

"You, what are you doing?

Zombies haven't fallen into the trap yet.

Don't go, or you will fail. "

Nan Chen frowned.

Their task tonight is to lure zombies into the trap.

If everyone ran away, Nan Chen would not be able to do it alone.

"Brother Nan, Nanchen, yes, I'm sorry!"

"Ziying, stop singing. If you sing again, you will die. Run away!"

Someone is still instigating Mo Ziying to escape.

But Mo Ziying looked at the solemn Nan Chen on the tree.

But he shook his head.

In his mouth, he continued to hum.

Seeing that Mo Ziying didn't leave, and didn't want to continue persuading him, the man turned around and ran away.

The zombies were already twenty meters away from the trap.

There was no ferocity on its face.

There is nothing but soothing and serene.

It is approaching the position of the bamboo tube step by step.

Seeing that Mo Ziying was not afraid of zombies and insisted on humming, Nan Chen couldn't help but nodded.

She is indeed a righteous woman.

Nan Chen nodded to Mo Ziying and gave her thumbs up, agreeing with her decision.

At the same time, his hand had already reached the trap rope.

As long as the zombies step on the air, they fall into the trap.

He will be the first to seal it in the trap.

The zombie is still jumping forward.

One step, two steps.

The thick breathing of the corpse can already be heard.

"Huhuhu..."

Mo Ziying had seen zombies before, but seeing that terrifying face now, her voice trembled a little.

The body is trembling unconsciously.

However, there was still no action.

Still humming to the bamboo tube.

The other end of the bamboo tube is hung above the trap.