The beret zombie who asked the question claimed that he had forgotten his own name and only remembered the surname Akamatsu.
"Is that... a plant in your hand?"
The remaining zombies in the hall casually dropped their weapons after the plant army retreated to the upper level. A few of them dragged their headless companions towards the room on the left, leaving a trail of blood on the smooth floor, while most of them scrambled to squeeze into a corridor on the right.
Not many "people" even had the intention to engage in conversation after noticing the two outsiders.
Akamatsu tried hard not to make eye contact with the twin sunflowers in Aaron Li's hands that were spitting blood. "It looks different from those monsters that move on their own, but if possible, it's best to stop it, otherwise it might irritate everyone."
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