"All clear."
Lin Fan gently flicked off the sticky liquid clinging to Frost's Sorrow.
His eyes locked onto the Screaming Zombie.
"You're awesome."
He lavished praise upon the capable zombie without stinginess.
He found a dog collar, made of metal, clearly meant for large hunting dogs. In the Screaming Zombie's bewildered state, he slipped the collar around its neck and tethered it to a tree, then gently patted its head.
"Take good care of your throat. You'll never know how useful you can be."
"Your ability is also the future of humanity."
In his eyes, the Screaming Zombie was a perfect specimen among zombies, small in size, easy to carry, not very aggressive, and a relatively docile breed with a strong ability to attract other zombies.
In the wilderness, he could act without concern, unlike in the city where he would think about not causing damage to buildings and would hold back his strength in fear that an excess might directly lead to catastrophic disasters.
