With a groan, the third-tier zombie dog jumped away again, and ran towards the motorcycle at an extremely fast speed, with a fierce and heavy, vigorous body, strong and powerful. With a single touch, the roof can be pressed down into a groove.

Here, Bai Ling was chased and bitten by three mutant beasts, and Bai Ling narrowly escaped every time, it was extremely thrilling.

"Brother Xin, something is wrong!" A man sitting in front whispered, looking at the congested road ahead but no zombies, he even faintly felt an inexplicable pressure.

Chen Xin narrowed his goldfish eyes, "It seems that you also feel that the air is indeed a lot more dignified."