On both sides of the river bank, there were meandering and ferocious banyan trees. The dark brown trunks looked like human heads, and their noses were slightly expanded as if they were breathing.
The moonlight shone down and a breeze blew.
The branches rustled, and their shadows were reflected on the ground like ghosts baring their fangs and brandishing their claws.
The human face had a pained expression.
The branches of the banyan tree were as thin as an arm.
The flying zombie landed.
He walked up to one with a beard, bared his sharp fangs, and bit down on the tree, causing blood to splatter on his face.
The zombie was sucking blood, and a human face on the tree trunk let out an ear-piercing scream.
Seeing this scene, He Chuan finally understood that this was the food of the zombies.
There were dense banyan trees on both sides of the river, and many zombies were eating under the trees.