Translated by XephiZ
Edited by Aelryinth
Zhang Xiaohou's face turned blue from holding his breath too long.
He finally exhaled a mouthful, as he would lose consciousness if he did not breathe.
The zombie in front glanced at Zhang Xiaohou confusingly, as if it was completely unaware of the guy that had somehow appeared behind it.
The zombie lowered the rusty saber, and did not attack Zhang Xiaohou.
Meanwhile, the zombie behind Zhang Xiaohou completely ignored him, and continued to roam aimlessly. It would glance into the distance at times, or lower its head, trying to find the arm it lost yesterday.
"Phew~!"
Zhang Xiaohou let out a relieved sigh. The others could feel their legs cramping because of the tension, and they almost fell to the ground.
The trick worked!