Brayden and Kingsley were not happy about it at first. They were cultivators! How could the status of the ordinary people compare with them?
But, with the zombie loomed over them, they let go of their dignities and kneeled to the ground!
"Dear Mr. Hairy Zombie, please spare my life! We didn't mean to offend you. Please forgive us!" Brayden kept kowtowing and begging for mercy. This monster was far too fierce. For the zombie, killing four of them was as easy as killing ants.
When it saw the two people kneeling down, it doubted itself. Were they also the ordinary people?
Forget it. This was too much. It's better to go back to the cave. The master would be angry if it killed the wrong people.
The zombie gulped at the thought and stopped, then it headed back to the underground
