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The White Tiger was anxious. It used its claws to push him, but there was no response. More and more zombies began to appear, and there were even more zombies coming from the forest.

Not far away, Shen Mingjun, who was trying his best to kill zombies, wiped the stinky fluid off his face. He saw Leng Xinmei sitting on the ground in a daze and thought to himself, This is bad