The little white tiger lived up to expectations. The force of its claws was just right, attracting the three zombies' attention without scaring them off. The enraged zombies seemed to have their gazes locked on the little white tiger, following it step by step into the backyard.
Just as the three zombies entered the backyard and Flora Bloom was about to release Vert and the others, a piercing roar, like the screech of tires braking suddenly on a highway, echoed out.
The three zombies suddenly acted as if they had received a command. They ignored the little white tiger's attempts to lure them and charged back into the house instead.
Seeing this, Flora Bloom had already prepared for a fight, only to find that the three zombies didn't linger inside at all. Instead, they walked unhurriedly toward the fence in the front yard.
