It's unclear how many zombies Zombie King Li Muchen can control. If we don't leave quickly, a zombie horde will definitely erupt once he realizes what's happening.

What stunned the zombie king Li Muchen was Old Master Li. Bai Xizhu controlled Old Master Li, so he could only stay here.

The Bai family knew that Bai Xizhu had a spatial ability and would be fine, but they also understood that leaving them all behind would negatively impact Bai Xizhu.

We have to leave here first.

Bai Yifan gritted his teeth, rubbed his eyes hard, stepped on the gas pedal to the floor, and drove wildly out of the village with a car full of people.

The road was crowded with zombies, but Bai Yifan didn't even look at them and just crashed into them.

On the way, they also encountered some survivors who had escaped from the courtyard.

"Hey! Wait for us! We want to get on the bus too!"

Some survivors saw the bus and waved to signal that they wanted to get on.

That way, the chances of survival are much higher; who knows if the zombies might suddenly start moving?

The Bai family pretended not to hear, and the bus continued driving forward without stopping.

"Damn! That's cold-blooded!"

"I'll get bitten to death by zombies sooner or later!"

A few ordinary people glanced at the rear of the bus and couldn't help but swear.

However, he didn't slow down at all and ran quickly forward.

The Bai family wouldn't hear these words, and even if they did, they wouldn't stop.

Not only in the village, but also outside the village, there are zombies. It seems that Zombie King Li Muchen has really summoned all the zombies in the vicinity.

Although I don't know why the zombies nearby are all frozen in place, running away is definitely the best thing to do at this moment.

Under the dim moonlight, some gaunt humans frantically weaved through the horde of hideous zombies at breakneck speed.

Despite being pale and looking like they were about to faint, their instinct for survival led them to create a miracle.

A few fearless individuals dissected the brains of zombies one after another, collecting the crystal cores from their brains with tireless ecstasy.

Zombie King Li Muchen didn't care about any of this, and didn't even care if his zombie underlings were being exploited.

He pressed his slender fingers against his chest, and could vaguely feel the inexplicable emotions emanating from there.

His brows furrowed tightly, and he looked very troubled.

Yes, he was conflicted.

He was struggling with what was wrong with him.

As a zombie, why was he feeling other emotions? He didn't know what to do for a moment.

As a violent surge of emotions coursed through his mind, the expression on his face became increasingly distorted.

I hate that whimpering sound, but for some reason, I want to hear it too.

The word "father" began to feel unfamiliar to him.

He remembered that he wasn't always so cold-blooded and ruthless.

Having lost his mother at a young age, he was very dependent on his father, and they shared a deep father-son bond.

He remembered the bond of blood ties, but he couldn't recall this feeling at all.

Hearing his so-called father crying now, he was somewhat bewildered.

Why did this voice keep lingering in his mind, and why did it cause a slight pang in his heart?

Zombie King Li Muchen's expression was twisted to the extreme, but he still couldn't figure it out.

The more I think about the past, the more I recall the bonds of family, the stronger the bloodthirsty and violent emotions that rage in my mind become.

He wanted to devour everyone.

The smell of blood and flesh was amplified, and the scent of blood and flesh fueled his violent emotions.

The violent, fleshy aura that made him rampage did not come from the Bai family; it belonged to his father.

Flesh and blood, devoured.

He is a zombie, a carnivore, and even the flesh and blood on the tip of his nose are within his purview.

The zombie king Li Muchen's face, which had been contorted just moments before, suddenly calmed down.

He slowly opened his eyes, staring intently at Old Master Li, his former father, who was suspended in mid-air.

"Put him down. I'll give you five minutes."

Zombie King Li Muchen pointed a finger at Old Master Li, who was floating in mid-air, his voice icy.

The cold moonlight shone on his face, making it appear even paler.

Bai Xizhu and Leng Yebai exchanged a glance and nodded slightly.

Anyway, the two old men, Wang and Liu, have been rescued, and most of the survivors who were imprisoned in the village have run away. They are no match for the zombie king Li Muchen, let alone the endless and tireless horde of zombies.

Bai Xizhu's fingers twitched slightly, and Old Master Li slowly landed on the ground.

At the same moment that Grandpa Li landed on the ground, Bai Xizhu and Leng Yebai held hands and ran quickly towards the bus.

The two were very fast, and their powerful abilities made them even stronger. In the blink of an eye, they had already run more than twenty meters away.

As a zombie king, Li Muchen could be considered somewhat trustworthy, and he did not command the zombies to tear apart Bai Xizhu and Leng Yebai.

Stepping on the scorched earth, Zombie King Li Muchen walked step by step toward Old Master Li.

The old man Li, who had been placed on the ground, stopped sobbing, but his cloudy tears continued to fall drop by drop.

He couldn't hold back his tears when he thought about how his once obedient son had become so cold and indifferent.

The model student who almost always got full marks on every exam is gone.

Zombie King Li Muchen squatted on the ground, looking at Old Master Li, who was slumped on the ground, with the same gaze he would give an animal.

It felt like I was meeting the person in front of me for the first time.

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