"Hehe, Your Majesty, where are we going now?" Somewhere in the desert, a man with a bizarre smile was pushing a rickshaw. Seated in the back was a man who looked exceedingly refined, and they were walking down a road filled with zombies.
Zombies cleared the path, mutant plants gave way, and even the rocks were tossed completely aside. If there had been no red carpet, they might as well have rolled out a ten-thousand-foot one.
This man was none other than Péi Mídù.
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