"This...how is this possible?"

The middle-aged man, number 9, who had eaten hibiscus leaves, looked at his wounds in disbelief.

The wounds inflicted by the steel needles healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

He could clearly feel that his broken ribs were no longer painful, and he even felt that he had a lot more energy.

He only ate a leaf that looked vibrant and full of life.

Even if it's a mutated plant, this is a bit too exaggerated.

Are such incredible plants now able to grow on Earth?

Even before the core base was destroyed, a miraculous plant was cultivated there, but its healing ability was absolutely not as terrifying as this one!

It's comparable to the legendary elixir of immortality!

The middle-aged man, number 9, began to tremble uncontrollably, not from fear, but from excitement.

He had never imagined that such a miraculous plant existed in this world; if he could obtain it…

Before the middle-aged man number 9 could think too much, a sharp pain suddenly shot through his arm.

Black blood slowly flowed through the syringe into the body of the middle-aged man, number 9.

The middle-aged man, number 9, was startled and frantically retreated, but Xiao Li pressed him down on the spot. Before his horrified eyes, a whole tube of black blood became part of his body.

"You, you all..."

The middle-aged man, number 9, turned pale and gripped his arm tightly, which had been injected with black blood, as if he wished he could cut it off.

His first reaction was, "That's it."

He will turn into a zombie, and if he's unlucky, he'll become the most ordinary zombie, with a face full of rotting flesh, only knowing how to wander around.

Then an unknown superhuman dissected his brain and removed the crystal core.

This will be his final fate.

"vomit--"

The middle-aged man, number 9, was kneeling on the ground, gagging incessantly.

Terror gripped his heart.

He didn't know what he was vomiting; he only knew it was his instinctive reaction because he was terrified.

Zhang Yiming casually tossed the syringe, still dripping with black blood, onto the ground, his eyes utterly indifferent as he looked at the man vomiting uncontrollably before him.

"Boss."

At the opportune moment, Xiao Li handed Zhang Yiming a notebook and a ballpoint pen.

Zhang Yiming took the item and began to write slowly and methodically.

Time, dosage, the subject's reaction...

The hibiscus leaves that Bai Xizhu gave him might be the nemesis of the zombie virus, Zhang Yiming remembered very carefully.

Five minutes passed.

The middle-aged man number 9 was still extremely pale, and his body and the ground were covered in vomit.

He looked extremely disheveled.

Under normal circumstances, after being infected by the zombie virus, one can turn into a hideous zombie within one or two minutes.

The middle-aged man, number 9, bit his hand hard, his hand trembling.

The pain spread to my fingertips, and red blood seeped out.

"No, you're not infected?"

The middle-aged man, number 9, looked at the red blood on his hands and breathed a sigh of relief.

Before a smile could even form on my face, I saw the indifferent face before me.

The smile froze on his face.

He knew he could never go back and would become an experimental subject of the zombie king before him.

Zhang Yiming wiggled his fingers holding the ballpoint pen and wrote a series of chemical symbols in the notebook.

"A carbon derivative?"

Zhang Yiming's voice was very calm, making it impossible to tell what he was feeling.

"Send him to Li Muchen."

Zhang Yiming raised his eyelids and glanced at Xiao Li.

"yes."

Xiao Li responded and quickly bent down to pull the middle-aged man, number 9, outside.

Li Muchen is another zombie king under the emperor's command. Little Li doesn't know him, but he's not hard to find.

He can be found easily through brainwaves.

In a short while, only Zhang Yiming remained in the room.

Bathed in the sunlight, Zhang Yiming looked at the notebook in his hand.

From the very first page, each line is filled with obscure and difficult-to-understand chemical symbols.

Even now, the entire notebook is almost used up; it's a thick volume filled with his experimental data.

He never stopped conducting these experiments on the zombie virus.

The last page of the notebook was just added by Zhang Yiming. It wasn't a chemical symbol, but a hand-drawn image of a hibiscus leaf.

The hibiscus leaf has a unique texture, with the alluring shadow of the datura flower etched within it.

You are in me, and I am in you.

Plant mutations are inherently multifaceted; the same plant can mutate into a therapeutic strain or into a highly toxic strain.

He had eaten hibiscus leaves before, given to him by Xiao Zhu. At that time, hibiscus leaves could not suppress the zombie virus.

Now……

Zhang Yiming stared intently at the hibiscus leaf in his hand, and several times he wanted to eat it.

But they dared not.

He felt the world wouldn't be so kind to him.

Hibiscus leaves are the best thing he's ever seen that can suppress the zombie virus.

If the substances he ingests or extracts cannot turn him into a human, he truly doesn't know what can turn him into a human.

This is the only hope so far.

I don't want it to end so soon.

But he didn't want to wait any longer.

Xiao Zhu already knows that hibiscus leaves can suppress the zombie virus, and she doesn't know when she will give these things to human safety bases or research institutes.

He needed to figure out the function of the hibiscus leaves before those people did, and give her the results so that she wouldn't have to take any risks.

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