The bus slowly drove toward the village.
Even before entering the village, Bai Xiqin saw an elderly man with a backpack walking out of the village from afar.
The old man seemed to have difficulty walking, stopping and going, and he held a sickle in his hand.
From time to time, he bent down to scrape the lush wild grass and put some wild vegetables into his backpack.
This old man looked somewhat hunched, with the complexion characteristic of a farmer, clearly a simple and honest farmer.
But it was indeed strange that he walked out of this mysterious village.
A normal person coming out of such a strange village makes it even more peculiar.
"Does he have any rotten aura on him?" Bai Xiqin looked down and asked Water Python, then opened a gap in the window for it.
The Zombie King looks just like a human on the outside, making it hard to tell, so relying on Water Python's nose seems more reliable.
Water Python sniffed earnestly, then shook its head with certainty.
