Looking at that stiff white hair, Wen Yan couldn't help but channel a bit of Yang Energy, blessing his right hand.
The White-haired Zombie, not sure what the little zombie just told it, had all the white hair on its face lying flat, not daring to bristle, standing perfectly still, and got a big slap across the face from Wen Yan.
This slap from Wen Yan wasn't strong enough to hurt the White-haired Zombie, but the huge surge of blessed Yang Energy instantly made the White-haired Zombie scream in agony, half the hair on its face seemingly singed off in a second.
It just stood there, motionless, not daring to fight back at all.
The White-haired Zombie hung its head in grievance, stealing nervous glances at Wen Yan's group.
Uncle kept his eyes closed the whole time, not even sparing it a look. He wore a posture of utter disdain so naturally he didn't have to act at all—full marks.
