176 Human Skin Masks 4yr

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When Happy returned to the game, he noticed a strange atmosphere around him. 
Little North chased after a middle-aged man with an unfamiliar face in a rage with his two precious zombies. He roared continuously while going after the man.
Lately, Little North had become very familiar and skillful in controlling the zombie puppets as he followed Happy around. His own abilities had increased greatly too, and now, trio complemented each other. Their teamwork could be considered great, and right then, Little North no longer had any problems with fighting against two Mystical Realm zombies at once. 
However, the middle-aged man who had appeared in the mass grave was clearly no weakling. With a sword in hand, he moved about like an immortal, like a shadow and an illusion, despite not being Little North and his two zombies' opponent. Sometimes, he would move around as swiftly as lightning, and sometimes, he was as slow as a turtle. He moved around Little North with incredible body movement.