In the terrifying zombie village, the aroma of chicken wafted from the central courtyard.

The only thing you can smell about this smells like is chicken.

I can't smell anything else, not even whether it smells good or not.

In the apocalypse, having food at all is good enough; whether it tastes good or not is no longer important.

In the courtyard, Zhang Yiming lay motionless on a recliner.

His eyes were quietly fixed on the sky.

The drizzle had stopped, the sun was out, and its blazing rays shone into the courtyard.

After the rain, a long rainbow appeared in the sky.

Zhang Yiming exuded an aura of resentment.

No one knows how much he longs to become human, nor does anyone know how jealous he is of Leng Yebai.

Even though Leng Yebai possessed all the traits he disliked, he still had no choice but to feed and house him.

Feeling blue and sad.

"Xiaoming, would you like a bowl?" Fan Liping handed a bowl of chicken to Zhang Yiming.

He chopped two extra chickens today; that's enough for us.

He thought his cooking skills were pretty good today, even exceptional, so he gave Zhang Yiming a bowl to try.

Zhang Yiming and Fan Tangtang's human-like faces always made him forget that the two people in front of him were zombies and had no sense of taste.

Zhang Yiming took the bowl expressionlessly and began shoveling food into his mouth, bite after bite.

He chewed the bones up and swallowed them.

Fan Liping raised his eyebrows, feeling that his cooking skills had improved significantly.

"I want one too!"

Fan Tangtang watched as Zhang Yiming ate, and ate with gusto.

It looks very interesting.

She quickly raised her hand and bounced around, trying to act cute towards Fan Liping.

"Okay, okay, there's some in the kitchen. Take it and eat it!"

Fan Liping smiled with a kind expression.

As a father, he knew perfectly well how pure a father's love for his son could be.

His father had always treated him this way.

Fan Liping affirmed himself in his heart.

come on!

As long as you keep feeding your dad the braised chicken he used to love, one day he will definitely remember the things before the apocalypse!

"Dad, wait a minute, I'll feed you after Xiao Leng has eaten."

Fan Liping said something to the old zombie's back, then turned around and went to the kitchen to get a bowl of chicken, which he then took to the room where Leng Yebai was lying.

The old zombie's back trembled slightly.

A hint of helplessness lingered on his face, which was covered in rotting flesh.

It only wants to eat the fat guy who cooks, it doesn't want to eat!

Click, click.

Zhang Yiming and Fan Tangtang were chewing on bones together in the yard, their voices rising and falling in rhythm.

Leng Yebai had woken up and, with Fan Liping's help, was able to sit up with difficulty.

Leng Yebai was somewhat resistant to Fan Liping, avoiding his arm.

"Xiao Leng, how are you feeling right now?" Fan Liping asked in a low voice. "Meiling asked Xiaoming and said you won't turn into a zombie."

Judging from Leng Yebai's expression, you can tell he's worried about turning into a zombie.

To be honest, Fan Liping initially thought that Leng Yebai might not turn into a zombie.

He had seen people scratched or bitten by zombies, and almost all of them turned into zombies in a short period of time.

There really isn't anyone like Leng Yebai who can ride a motorcycle.

"real?"

Leng Yebai suddenly looked up and stared intently into Fan Liping's eyes.

It seemed as if they couldn't believe what they were hearing.

Even now, he can still feel the pain in every cell of his body.

It seemed as if every single cell had been attacked, and my body was covered with countless painful spots.

He didn't need to look at his legs to know that there must be rotting flesh there again.

Rotten flesh is a characteristic of zombies.

He was clearly showing signs of turning into a zombie!

"Xiao Ming said it himself, that this is just to help you recover. Try his specialty dish." Fan Liping quickly handed a bowl of braised chicken to Leng Yebai. "Everyone who ate it said it was delicious!"

"I really won't turn into a zombie?"

Leng Yebai felt a dense, persistent pain all over his body and still couldn't quite believe it.

His throat tightened, and he wanted to open his mouth and roar. If he hadn't stopped himself, he would have almost shouted out loud.

Like those hideous zombies, it roared out.

"Don't worry, you don't even believe what Xiaoming says?" Fan Liping gave a thumbs up. "He's an authority!"

The authority among zombies, unchallenged by any other zombie, the sole spokesperson for zombies.

"hehe."

Leng Yebai chuckled expressionlessly.

Zhang Yiming believed what the Bai family said.

He least believed what others said, especially what they said to him, Leng Yebai.

"Hurry up and try it! Eat more so your wound will heal faster."

Fan Liping raised the bowl almost to Leng Yebai's face.

Leng Yebai smelled a rich fragrance that went straight into his nostrils and stimulated his taste buds.

Leng Yebai subconsciously swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

He glanced down at the bowl and the chubby hand holding it, and his heart sank.

The aroma he smelled was definitely not the smell of chicken.

He had never smelled this scent before; it was a delicate fragrance with a seductive quality that made him greedy.

What he smelled was the scent emanating from Fan Liping.

Could it be that he has already...

"Xiao Leng, come and try this! My braised chicken is delicious! Everyone who's tried it says it's great!"

Fan Liping looked at Leng Yebai's lowered eyes and then raised the bowl towards Leng Yebai.

Leng Yebai endured the pain in his body while restraining his inexplicable violence and bloodlust.

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