The three exchanged glances, their eyes silently asking each other, "Why is that little girl so arrogant?"
At this moment, Yong noticed something too, finally looked up and glanced at the young girl, but it was just a glance. For him now, the girl's peculiarity wasn't that significant; he still needed to ponder more interesting matters.
"It's her..." Ghost Head secretly thought to himself. That girl was the one he'd seen on the anti-zombie wall before, sitting on the edge of a building. He thought she'd jumped off and killed herself.
They watched the young girl stride with her slender, straight, and fair legs, weaving freely through the dense tide of zombies. Whether the zombies couldn't see her or didn't dare to, not even giving a warning growl, her footsteps were so distinct in this quiet environment. Why was that?
