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"F * * k, we ran into something dirty!"

Pang Bo spat out a mouthful of phlegm. Seeing the dried corpse close by, he retreated two steps, and sweat started to seep out from his palms.

"That should be a zombie!"

Zhou Yi licked his lips, his mouth was parched and his tongue dried. Even though he had embarked on the road of cultivation, he was still afraid of these things