Bai Xizhu only survived three years in the apocalypse before she died. Returning to before the apocalypse, she accidentally activated a portable space, which came with ancient mythical beasts from ...
We'll wait here until tomorrow.
"good!"
Fan Tangtang nodded obediently and ran off.
The second time Brother Zhang spoke gently to him, he was still terrifying!
The little blue zombie stood in an open space some distance from Zhang Yiming, its face blank.
Every now and then, her rotting eyes would steal a glance at Zhang Yiming, and in those rotting eyes flickered a girlish shyness.
It's likely that even the little blue zombie itself couldn't quite understand these feelings; it was an instinct stemming from its incomplete awakening of self-awareness.
To love instinctively.
Looking at it from a distance.
A warm and sunny-looking young man sat quietly on a rock, his gentle face gazing in one direction, his expression full of tenderness.
Behind him stood a rotting zombie. Despite its blank face, its decaying eyes revealed an emotion that no one could ignore.
He looked at her, and it looked at him.
No one can enter the other's world.
There was an insurmountable chasm between them, a chasm between two species.
When the energy tide arrives, it is destined that a race will split into two races, or even more races.
A short while later, a bus similar to the Bai family's bus pulled up near Zhang Yiming.
The bus windows were open, and through them you could see that the people sitting in the seats were all zombies with rotting flesh on their faces.
They sat upright in the chairs, motionless, looking as if they were fast asleep.
Zhang Yiming liked quiet, so the zombies on the bus were not active.
Even though Zhang Yiming wasn't on the bus, they didn't dare to act recklessly. The lingering scent of Zhang Yiming on the bus terrified them.
There were only two living people on the bus, the Fan couple; the rest were zombies.
It was deathly still, and permeated with a stench of decay.
No matter how much it tries to imitate, this bus will never be the same as the bus that the Bai family uses.
After regaining his sense of smell, Zhang Yiming grew increasingly disgusted with the stench of decay, yet he had no choice but to keep company with these decaying creatures.