They were just too frightened. After all, a perfectly alright tent district had suddenly become populated with horrifying monsters. The common people only wanted to survive, and they all bolted towards the city gate in a cluster. The crowded situation surged a bit out of control, and everyone yelped in fright.
After lifting open the tent flap, Sixth Zheng stabbed the zombie that suddenly appeared with his sword. His long sword pierced through its throat, producing gurgling sounds.
He immediately pulled out his sword, yet the sword didn't have any blood stains on it, only some unknown substance that looked like dirt.
"Sixth Young Master, Sixth Young Master, save me!!" The slightly plump Wu Xiao'en tripped over and promptly ate dog sh*t. He got up again, but this time lifted up his pants while striding over to Sixth Zheng.
