Chapter 3007

Although the kitchen had long been covered with energy and the smoke and fire would not leak out, because of the movement, many zombies had already surrounded the outside, roaring and angrily beating every inch of the house. The small kitchen in the back hall was just a small room; so naturally, there was no solid building like the whole restaurant. As more and more zombies came, and the beating became more and more powerful, the small room was on the verge of collapse at any time and could be directly smashed into pieces. Even so, in the kitchen, Fu Mang didn't seem to hear it or smell it. He put down the two walking sticks in his hands and took off his coat slightly. The pants on his feet were a little plump, but there seemed to be some strange emptiness. It was not contradictory, so it looked very abrupt without any conflict. At this time, Fu Mang's face was almost as white as a sheet of paper, and his face was covered with cold sweat, as if he had just come out of the rain. Fu