Third Peak's disciple Chen Hanzi gradually broke out in a cold sweat.
Just now, she could almost smell the stinking stench spurting out of the zombie's gaping mouth.
Rotten flesh broke out of that flat face, making it abnormally horrifying.
The two were no less than half a foot away from touching each other, but Chen Hanzi's heart had almost been scared into stopping.
Yet, in the blink of an eye, a sound had cracked through the air, and an iron arrow swiftly shot through the zombie's throat, sending it into the river.
The water splashed loudly, spraying out water as tall as half a person.
Chen Hanzi was dazed for quite a while, and her gaze… penetrated through the thick crowd, landing on the person at the very back.
Dressed in a flawless suit of unadorned clothing, with a straight back and a beautiful bearing, Qiao Mu's delicate hands grasped a pitch-black repeating crossbow, her gaze tranquilly looking in this direction.
