The petite zombie spent half an hour burying the zombies just now.
When it picked up the shovel and prepared to go back with its backpack, it noticed that several more pits had appeared around.
All were dug by Bai Yifan with a dagger.
One after another, they were uneven.
The petite zombie paused slightly, showing a pitiful expression on its rotten face.
The boss had instructed it to fill the pits, making sure nothing underground was exposed.
Its limbs were stiff and incredibly uncoordinated; burying one zombie had already exhausted all its ancient power.
It glanced longingly at Bai Yifan, who was still digging pits, and let out a couple of dispirited groans, continuing to fill the pits with the shovel.
Nor did it stop Bai Yifan.
Stopping was useless.
Its barely functioning brain told it not to interfere with the master's friend.
Thus, under the blazing sun, Bai Yifan dug pits, and the petite zombie filled them.
