Seventeen or eighteen-year-old Dog Dan was holding a pot of fire oil, looking at the zombies covered by fishing nets and pulling more than a dozen people running around, and the whole person was almost stupid.

It is best to pick up the fire oil in his hand under the repeated roars of the village chief, as if he didn't want money to buy it, and often the old man poured it on him!

"Roar!"

The zombie sensed a mortal danger and began to ...... his arms

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