“It’s getting late. Let’s rest for the night. I’ll go with you to the place where you were ambushed first thing tomorrow morning,” Zhang Yiming said, looking at the dark circles under Bai Xizhu’s eyes. “You need to rest well so you’ll have the energy to find him.”

It doesn't matter whether Leng Yebai looks for it or not; he'll definitely go to that place.

He wanted to see who could control so many high-level zombies.

While he was away, they bullied the people he was supposed to protect.

"good!"

Bai Xizhu smiled at Zhang Yiming, her haggard face clearly visible.

This was the most heartbreaking smile Zhang Yiming had ever seen.

Zhang Yiming turned his head, gripped the dagger, and quietly looked at his reflection in the dagger, remaining silent for a long time.

The sun gradually set behind the mountains.

Dinner was prepared by Zhang Yiming and Bai Anhai together.

Zhang Yiming changed into clean clothes, put on gloves, and pretended to be a member of the family.

At that moment, he thought he was Leng Yebai.

Dinner was very lavish, but the Bai family didn't have much of an appetite. They ate a little, which was enough to make it a meal.

The bus drove into the courtyard. In order not to trouble the Fan family and Zhang Yiming to help tidy up the rooms, the Bai family habitually slept in the bus.

As night falls, the Milky Way shines brightly.

The bus was parked quietly in the yard, its blue and white exterior seemingly bathed in a pure, holy light under the moonlight.

Pure white and flawless.

A window facing the courtyard slowly opened a crack, and a pair of eyes stared straight in the direction of the bus.

Those eyes occasionally revealed a look of intense longing mixed with ruthlessness.

Despite feeling an intense longing in her heart, she was forced to let nameless resentment take over.

The eyelids had begun to rot, and black blood flowed into the eyes and down the corners of the eyes onto the face.

It formed black tears of blood.

Leng Yebai vigorously wiped the liquid off his face with his rotting fingers, but accidentally scraped off a small piece of rotten flesh.

"How long are you planning to hide?"

Zhang Yiming's cold voice came from the living room.

With a creak, a rotting hand pushed open the door to the room.

Leng Yebai lowered his head, didn't say a word, and slumped onto the sofa.

In the quiet night, the living room lights were off, with only faint moonlight shining through the window.

Zhang Yiming glanced at Leng Yebai. His vision was especially good at night, and he could clearly see that more of the rotting flesh on Leng Yebai's face had appeared.

The outline of his face was still vaguely recognizable as Leng Yebai's, and the strong muscles in his arms had even begun to collapse.

His surface has already started to turn black, and slowly, he will become a walking corpse.

Zhang Yiming also didn't understand why this was happening.

He clearly resisted the zombie virus.

Logically, the pain should subside after a few days.

Although Leng Yebai resisted the virus, he was still gradually turning into a zombie.

Others only need a few minutes or even tens of seconds to turn into zombies, and their suffering only lasts for those few minutes. After turning into a zombie, they know nothing more.

Leng Yebai was the most unique one he had ever met.

He was gradually consumed by the zombie virus, and the blood drawn from him this morning was completely black.

Black blood is a characteristic of zombies.

Even so, Leng Yebai did not seem to have settled into a fixed form, and continued to change in the direction of decay.

They are even worse than ordinary zombies.

Leng Yebai is already a fourth-level ability user. A high-level ability user turning into a zombie should, in theory, not be a zombie king, but should not be so severely decayed.

Zhang Yiming looked at the apple on the table. It was an apple he had peeled for Xiaozhu that afternoon, but she hadn't eaten it.

The peeled apple, exposed to air, turned yellow and emitted a musty smell.

Zhang Yiming held the rotten apple in his long, slender, fair fingers, his eyes fixed on the apple, but he was speaking to Leng Yebai.

"Even though an apple has rotted, it's still an apple. People who like apples won't stop eating them just because they've rotted." Zhang Yiming looked at Leng Yebai with a cold expression. "Everyone is just a passerby in another person's life. Even if you have to leave, you should say goodbye properly. If you're not going to leave, what's the point of hiding?"

Leng Yebai stretched out his finger towards the window, and in the moonlight shining in, he could clearly see that his slender fingers seemed to have gotten fatter.

Those were rings of rotting flesh.

"And you? You yourself are always hiding, so why do you have to criticize me?" Leng Yebai's hoarse voice rang out.

His voice no longer sounded like a human's; it was low and hoarse, like the roar of those hideous zombies.

"If I had known this would happen, I would never have hidden away."

Zhang Yiming stood up, holding the apple, and walked outside without looking at Leng Yebai.

He admitted that he regretted it.

The apple dwindled in his hand, and Zhang Yiming chewed it bit by bit, but he couldn't taste anything.

My eyes seem to be getting sore again.

That's an illusion; zombies don't shed tears.

Leng Yebai sat quietly in the living room, looking at Zhang Yiming standing in the yard, and subconsciously wanted to stand up.

He also wanted to stand in the courtyard, so he could be closer to her.

But what should I do with this filthy and disgusting appearance?

Leng Yebai huddled awkwardly in a corner of the sofa, his rotting eyes staring straight out the window.

It's late at night.

Zombies don't need rest.

Fan Tangtang lay between the Fan family couple with his eyes open, his big, dark eyes blinking.

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