Although there were fewer zombies in the direction the bus was heading, quite a few still rushed towards the garden.
Bai Yifan tried not to hit the zombies, but no matter how much he dodged, a lot of black blood still splattered on the front windshield.
Even though they were a long distance from the garden now, they could still hear the roars of the zombies behind them.
Fortunately, in the eyes of that group of zombies, the bus wasn't as important as the Flood Dragon, and not a single zombie chased after them.
They were all busy devouring the decaying flesh of the Flood Dragon.
"Why do all the zombies we encounter along the way look so hideous, unlike zombies that look like Tangtang and Brother Zhang!"
Bai Yifan watched as the zombies flew off from the impact, his face twitching.
Even after seeing so many unseemly zombies, Bai Yifan still felt it was hard to accept.
If they're going to be zombies, can't they at least look a bit better?
