Lu Yizhou had no idea but a few seconds after he lost consciousness, the zombies who had been ravenously biting his flesh suddenly recoiled as though they had seen something terrifying. They let out sharp, flustered squeaks and retreated like ants, almost scrambling away from the bloodied man on the floor.
They strictly kept a five meters radius distance, not daring to get close but unwilling to leave either. In their manic turbid eyes, there was actually a flash of fear and worship.
Their gait was restless, almost impatient. If they still retained their mobility, they would have paced back and forth in place. Alas, due to their body configuration, they could only make small movements like grinding their teeth, snapping their heads side by side, hands clenching and unclenching.
