Zhang Yiming quickly looked behind Leng Yebai and, not seeing Bai Xizhu, breathed a sigh of relief.

She didn't come.

It's good that you didn't come.

Everyone could see his filthy appearance, but she couldn't.

He could roam freely in hell, but he couldn't let her see him like this.

Leng Yebai looked at the man in the white suit who was speaking, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.

The man in the white suit had a wound on his face, but the blood seeping from the wound was not red.

It was black blood.

"Are you a zombie?"

Leng Yebai frowned, his eyes fixed on the black blood on Wang Dongli's face.

In his mind, zombies were all hideous, rotting flesh.

The person in front of me was clearly a living, breathing human being, but the blood flowing from their face was black.

"Congratulations, you guessed right. Not only am I a zombie, but he..."

Wang Dongli's alluring eyes curved into a smile, but before he could finish speaking, a blazing flame appeared before him.

Wang Dongli barely managed to dodge and then got into a fight with Zhang Yiming again.

Wang Dongli and Zhang Yiming were agile and each move was aimed at killing.

Wang Dongli's alluring eyes darted around as she dodged Zhang Yiming's attack and charged at Leng Yebai.

Leng Yebai's eyes turned cold, and countless bolts of purple lightning shot towards Wang Dongli.

Wang Dongli didn't care about the purple lightning. He couldn't feel pain. As long as his brain wasn't damaged, he was still "alive".

As for Leng Yebai, if he is even slightly outmaneuvered and suffers even the slightest injury, he will lose.

After Leng Yebai arrived, Zhang Yiming's attacks became even more ferocious.

The blazing flames, accompanied by a fierce wind, surged towards Wang Dongli like a heatwave.

Wang Dongli glanced at Leng Yebai, a dangerous smirk playing on his lips. Knowing his defeat was inevitable, he avoided a direct confrontation with Zhang Yiming and shamelessly ran towards Leng Yebai.

Leng Yebai is a third-tier ability user. His lightning and ice abilities can easily penetrate the brains of zombies, but for Wang Dongli, it's like tickling an itch.

Centered on Zhang Yiming, the area within a ten-meter radius was engulfed by the heatwave, and the scorched earth on the ground was a shocking sight.

Wang Dongli used the cold white of the night to shield himself, and the heat wave that was so close at hand retreated again.

Zhang Yiming, enveloped in a murderous aura, withdrew his supernatural power and charged at Wang Dongli.

Leng Yebai unleashed his lightning power from his fingertips, striking Wang Dongli without hesitation.

This time, it wasn't a patch of purple lightning.

The lightning condensed into a purple whip about the width of a thumb, its sharp tip stabbing fiercely towards Wang Dongli's temple.

Wang Dongli instinctively sensed a hint of danger and barely dodged Leng Yebai's purple whip, leaving a dark gash on his temple.

Black blood flowed down his cheeks.

Leng Yebai pursed his lips and attacked Wang Dongli again.

On one side was Leng Yebai, and on the other was Zhang Yiming.

Wang Dongli decisively ran towards Leng Yebai, his pale fingers about to grab Leng Yebai's face.

Just then, Zhang Yiming arrived, extended two equally pale fingers, and stabbed them straight into Wang Dongli's temple.

At the same time, Wang Dongli revealed a strange smile, and his hand, which was reaching for Leng Yebai, suddenly changed direction, aiming for Zhang Yiming's heart directly behind him.

Leng Yebai swiftly drew his dagger and quickly severed Wang Dongli's hand.

"Well--"

Wang Dongli's pupils contracted slightly. Before he could even see his hand, which had been severed by Leng Yebai, he collapsed to the ground, motionless.

A dark, gaping hole was visible on Wang Dongli's temple, a startling sight.

In Zhang Yiming's palm, he held a blood-red crystal core.

At the same time, Wang Dongli's slender fingers had already penetrated three-tenths of an inch into his heart.

His severed hand was embedded in Zhang Yiming's heart.

Black blood flowed out, staining Zhang Yiming's pristine white casual wear black.

For a moment, it was impossible to tell whether it was the black blood from Wang Dongli's severed hand or the blood flowing from Zhang Yiming's chest wound.

Zhang Yiming glanced down at the severed hand in his chest, calmly reached out and pulled it out, then casually tossed it to the ground.

Black blood spurted out again as the severed hand was pulled out.

Leng Yebai glanced at the black blood on Zhang Yiming's body and said, "You're a zombie."

This is an affirmative statement.

Zombies that are attacked in the heart will not die, but will instead bleed black blood.

Human blood is red.

Zhang Yiming smiled gently, completely ignoring the wound in his heart, "As you can see."

Cold Night, White Silence.

Having killed so many zombies, this is the first time I've seen a zombie that looks exactly like a human.

Moreover, they are zombies with thoughts and memories.

Aren't zombies just mindless monsters?

Leng Yebai frowned, and for a moment his face showed a conflicted expression.

If zombies can also have thoughts and memories from the past, then what's the difference between them and humans?

Or perhaps, when they kill zombies, they are actually killing people!

Leng Yebai only hesitated for a moment before letting it go.

In the apocalypse, you have no choice but to fight; if you don't kill the zombies, they will devour you.

"What do you want? Do you want to kill me?"

Zhang Yiming squatted down, his back to Leng Yebai, and looked down at the high-level zombies that Wang Dongli had brought.

He seemed unafraid of Leng Yebai's sudden attack.

Or perhaps, he was not afraid of death at all.

Zhang Yiming didn't look at Leng Yebai. His slender fingers effortlessly pierced the heads of the high-level zombies that were no longer able to jump, and took out the crystal cores.

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