It's okay to be thick-skinned, and it's okay to embarrass yourself.

We can't let Xiaozhu lose the crystal core for nothing just to save face!

As soon as Leng Yebai let go, Zhang Yiming immediately turned the handle to its lowest position.

The motorcycle emitted a humming sound, kicking up a cloud of dust on the road.

The elderly zombie, who had been standing there blankly in the distance, paused for a moment before chasing after the motorcycle.

The old zombie's eyes remained vacant, but its vacant gaze lingered as it turned back to look at the direction of the Fire Phoenix Safe Base.

It knew that Fan Tangtang was inside.

The king suppressed its will, and it could only follow the king.

Leng Yebai shoved the fourth-order crystal core into his pocket and looked up in the direction Zhang Yiming had left.

Despite being a zombie, it looks exactly like a normal person.

And a bit stingy.

Leng Yebai has no prejudice against such zombie kings, and he would not stand on the moral high ground of humanity to be an enemy of these zombie kings.

His only enemies are those who harm the Bai family or zombies.

After Zhang Yiming disappeared from sight, Leng Yebai turned and walked towards the gate of the safe base.

Zhang Yiming rode his motorcycle, his eyes flickering uncertainly.

If Xiao Zhu wasn't at the safe base, he wouldn't have gone to find that idiot at all!

We can just wait until nightfall, barge in, and simply and brutally bring Fan Tangtang out.

But no, that won't work.

She was there.

The safe base must remain safe.

Zhang Yiming sighed softly, suppressing the violent aura in his eyes.

In the blink of an eye, his fierce gaze instantly transformed into a gentle one.

He suppressed his zombie nature firmly in his mind.

However, a hint of confusion flashed in Zhang Yiming's eyes again.

What is he?

Can something that even parents fear still exist peacefully in this world?

Clearly, it was they who brought us into this world.

Now, they despise the fact that they were born into this world.

Zhang Yiming tightened his grip slightly, ceasing to think about the question.

A cool black motorcycle speeds through the streets.

The zombies on the road retreated in fear, and only after the motorcycle had gone far away did they begin to wander around with blank stares again.