No matter how playful he is, Fan Tangtang never goes out during his sleep time.

The old zombie and the young zombie stood blankly in a room, neither of them speaking, just standing there.

After dawn, the elderly zombie can go to find Fan Tangtang, and the young Song zombie will also be given some tasks by the Fan couple.

The little blue zombie, just like before, huddled at the gate, staring blankly at the entrance.

Zhang Yiming stood in the yard, slowly eating the apple in his hand until it was completely clean.

After finishing the apple, he sat on a chair in the yard, and a crystal core appeared in his hand without him noticing.

A blue and white bus stood right in front of him, within arm's reach.

It appears to be absorbing the crystal core, but the energy inside the crystal core hasn't decreased at all.

The Bai family hadn't slept for days after hearing that Zhang Yiming could help find Leng Yebai.

Their hearts, which had been pounding, eased a little. In order to have more energy to go find Leng Yebai tomorrow, the Bai family members forced themselves to close their eyes.

They were exhausted from working for so long that the whole family fell asleep soon after closing their eyes.

His slender fingers carefully examined the crystal core, his usually cool expression growing increasingly gentle.

The brainwaves, however, raged throughout the entire village, suppressing all the zombies to the point of not daring to move an inch.

At night, the moon suddenly hid behind the dark clouds, and a light drizzle began to fall.

Zhang Yiming paid no attention to the drizzle, but began to worry about the people sleeping on the bus.

What does this drizzle matter to a bus?

Zhang Yiming was always worried that the people inside might not be sleeping soundly.

Even the long-dormant heart began to feel anxious.

Zhang Yiming put the crystal core in his pocket, sighed softly, went to the room where Leng Yebai was currently staying, took out a clean bed sheet, and draped it over the bus.

Looking at the bus covered with a bed sheet, Zhang Yiming felt he was being a bit sentimental. He chuckled self-deprecatingly, but then sat back down in his chair, feeling at ease.