Leonard Lao drew out the machete and pressed the head of the zombie in the water. As the blade turned and twitched, the heads of the zombie were divided.
Quentin Qin sat close and was splashed with blood, “Old Yuan, don’t put blood on the kayak, too lazy to wash it.”
“Got it.” At the end of the kayak, Old Yuan broke open the zombie’s head and searched for it a few times, but did not find the shadow of the spar.
The “quality” of the zombies in this area is not good, and they have not gained much along the way. Although I have collected a lot of spar before, I have been using it this way and will run out sooner or later.
“Xiao Qin, when the rain stops, let’s go to a farther place and have a look.”
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