A zombie corpse was lying on Zhang Su's back, lacking a jaw, its body thin and frail, and even compared to an adult woman, it was visibly smaller. Yet, this zombie wielded an ability that was unfathomably difficult to comprehend!
Maple Folklore was right next to Cui Leng Pavilion, less than thirty meters apart by foot. Zhang Su didn't even go through the front door, seeing no one around, he found a spot to tiptoe, leapt directly onto the surrounding wall, and then vanished over the wall.
As soon as he landed in the yard, Zhang Su saw Duan Wuhu standing at the staircase entrance smoking sullenly. Their gazes met, and both paused in surprise, having startled each other.
"Emma, Brother Zhang, you're... this... this... come, put it here first."
Duan Wuhu was startled by Zhang Su's sudden descent, and then by the corpse of the zombie on his back, nearly going ballistic. He tossed away his cigarette and helped place the corpse on the stairs.
