"Shouldn't we chase?"
Watching the backs of the fleeing zombies, Wang Biao hesitantly glanced at middle-aged Bai Zhengxuan.
There was a sense of urgency on his face.
This was a huge pile of crystal cores!
If he could fight them, he would have chased them long ago.
Middle-aged Bai Zhengxuan frowned and didn't respond.
He knew Old Tao, the Zombie King, had some connections with the Bai Family and even possessed the family photo of Taovillage.
Zhang Yiming ran too fast, and was already out of sight.
Chasing wasn't very meaningful.
"He doesn't want to fight us." Middle-aged Liu Jing's gaze was somewhat complex.
Zhang Yiming seemed like a really good kid, saving their family, yet they were always thinking about eliminating him.
Even though they had openly declared war, Zhang Yiming still hadn't made a move against them.
Could such a Zombie Emperor really become the future Zombie Emperor?
For the first time, the middle-aged couple doubted their memories of the future.
