“I won’t fall ill, don’t worry.” Stopping her younger sister’s movement to hand over the cloak, Shen Liushuang looked at Song Ningyan, smoothly changing the subject. “Is this a new zombie?”

Song Ningyan was something of a collector, with numerous zombies of all different types under her command.

After working with her in the Exorcism Bureau for several years, Shen Liushuang had never seen this one before.

“It’s a flying zombie I newly acquired.” Song Ningyan stroked the zombie’s head with ease. “I went through quite a lot of trouble to remove the evil energy from it.”