A cool black motorcycle was driving on the road.

A young man dressed in white casual clothes sat on a cool motorcycle.

Clang, clang~

The motorcycle's trunk was making a clanging sound.

Upon closer inspection, the motorcycle's trunk was damaged; the lock was deformed, as if it had been forcefully pulled open.

This was Leng Yebai's masterpiece, created to get milk powder for Bai Yifan.

Zhang Yiming had a cold expression on his face. He turned the handlebars all the way to the end, and the motorcycle sped along the road like an arrow on a bowstring.

The zombies that were wandering aimlessly on the road panicked and ran to the side when the motorcycle came by, shrinking back in fear. After the motorcycle passed, they began to wander aimlessly again.

A cool black motorcycle was parked next to the deserted computer mall.

The once bustling computer mall is now deserted, with only occasional wandering zombies passing by, drawn by the noise.

However, after sensing Zhang Yiming's presence, they avoided the area and stayed away.

Their instincts told them that Zhang Yiming was a dangerous presence.

Zhang Yiming parked his motorcycle at the entrance and strode inside with his long, slender legs.

The computer mall was filled with black blood. Laptops were scattered on the ground, the black and red blood mixed together, a shocking sight.

Occasionally, traces of bullet holes can still be seen.

This place was once cleaned up by a team of superhumans from the Fire Phoenix Security Base.

Computers are not an important commodity in the post-apocalyptic world; without the internet, a computer is essentially just a large mobile phone.

After Fire Phoenix Security Base cleaned up the place, they took away some chips and some important host components, and also moved a lot of computers.

There were just too many computers in the computer mall, and the people from the Fire Phoenix Security Base didn't take them all; they left quite a few behind.

Zhang Yiming stood in the very center of the computer mall, rooted to the spot, and slowly closed his eyes.

A powerful brainwave spread out.

"roar--"

From a corner came the howling of a zombie.

Zhang Yiming opened his eyes and walked towards the direction from which the zombies were roaring.

The further you go in, the more black blood there is, and the more bullet holes you see.

It's clear that the advance of the security base along this road is slow, and the fighting is fierce.

Finally, he stopped in front of a black door.

This was originally a white wooden door, but now it has been splattered with black blood and turned into a pitch-black wooden door.

The air was thick with the smell of decay, and there were even some black particles that were visible to the naked eye.

If an ordinary person came here and saw black blood everywhere, they certainly wouldn't go any further.

A burst of intense heat emanated from Zhang Yiming's fingertips, landing on the door and instantly igniting the dry door, which crackled and burned fiercely.

Inside the door, a zombie was hissing softly.

After the flames started burning, it stopped roaring and stood blankly at a distance from the flames.

Clang, clang.

The sound of chains could be heard from inside.

Thud!

The door, engulfed in flames, became increasingly flimsy and was kicked open by Zhang Yiming.

In the small room, a young zombie wearing a black windbreaker stood blankly at the window. When Zhang Yiming appeared in front of it, it couldn't help but tremble all over.

This was a young zombie; even with rotting flesh covering its face, one could still vaguely make out its handsome features.

Its limbs were firmly bound by iron chains, limiting its range of movement to less than four square meters.

In the small room, various skeletons were piled up haphazardly on the floor, and the red blood was shocking.

Each bone bore the marks of being slashed with a knife.

Once a person is bitten by a zombie, they will turn into a bloodthirsty monster within minutes.

Even if a zombie is bloodthirsty, it will not eat itself.

Therefore, people who feed zombies flesh and blood should cut the "bait" into pieces of meat so that no matter how much the zombies tear at it, they will not turn into zombies.

In the corner of the small room, there was a heavy kitchen knife, its blade covered in dried blood.

Beneath the feet of the trapped zombie lies a crystal core with incredibly pure supernatural power.

This is specifically designed to allow zombies to absorb crystal cores.

Unfortunately, it lacked self-awareness and possessed only a bloodthirsty instinct.

The crystal nucleus at its feet was perfectly smooth, showing no signs of being absorbed.

Zhang Yiming narrowed his eyes slightly, and invisible brainwaves forcefully penetrated into the brain of the zombie in the windbreaker.

They successfully spotted Captain Zhu, who was feeding it human flesh.

Zhang Yiming looked around the room and saw a camera emitting a red light in the innermost corner.

Zhang Yiming's lips curled into a dangerous smile, his voice icy, "I'll take this underling, Captain Zhu."

Then, Zhang Yiming used the knife on the ground to cut the iron chains on the zombie and turned to leave.

Xiao Song, the zombie, had a dull and lifeless face as he followed Zhang Yiming at a distance.

The sleek black motorcycle was running on the road again, but it was going back a little slower.

A slightly handsome young zombie followed behind the motorcycle, its stiff limbs swaying strangely and uncoordinatedly.

It seemed like it could collapse at any moment.

But he always managed to keep up with the motorcycle in front of him, a hint of fear on his blank face, yet he still followed closely behind without missing a step.

As darkness fell, night was about to descend.

Zhang Yiming stared straight ahead, slightly dazed.

If only I weren't a zombie!

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