"Come. Become my divine messenger." The World Tree looked expectantly at Jiang Qingwan's blood talisman.

Jiang Qingwan successfully slapped the talisman into the thick, brown tree trunk.

Gu Ningyue also followed Jiang Qingwan's example and used a metal spike to cut her fingertip.

Blood beads oozed from the fingertips.

Gu Ningyue also approached the trunk of the World Tree and simply smeared her blood onto it.

"Haha ...

"Humans, you even pride yourselves on your intelligence. Aren't you still being completely outmaneuvered by us zombies?" World Tree said smugly.

"Mark yourself with my spiritual imprint, and from now on obey my commands. Go and infiltrate the human world. Hehehe." The World Tree was extremely satisfied with its plan to dominate the world.

Snap snap—

The crisp sound of applause, like a firecracker, ignited the atmosphere.

"You're quite sensible. You even know to applaud for me." The World Tree looked at Jiang Qingwan with satisfaction, its branches growing longer as if to stroke the top of her head.

Just as it was about to touch Jiang Qingwan's long black hair, the World Tree realized something was wrong in a flash and quickly withdrew its branches.

Jiang Qingwan grabbed the vine that was trying to escape, and her whole body turned into metal.

With nimble fingers, she tied a bow on the vine.

"You're not under my control at all! How did you find out?" The World Tree twisted in frustration, trying to loosen the ribbon, but Jiang Qingwan had tied it too tightly.

"Should I call you—a spiritual zombie that lives in a plant?" Jiang Qingwan had long since suppressed her infatuation and spoke with disdain.

"How exactly did you find out?" The World Tree didn't give a direct answer, but judging from its reaction, it had already acknowledged that it was a mental zombie.

“You’re different from other zombies; you have intelligence. Luckily, you can’t move,” Jiang Qingwan said, changing the subject.

"Since you've discovered me, I won't pretend anymore. Whether it's a zombie or a superhuman, it's all evolution. I even think zombification is more powerful; zombies have much better physical abilities than humans." The psychic zombie gave up on untying the bow, and all the branches fell straight down neatly.

“You’re not human, how do you know?” Jiang Qingwan disagreed.

"I used to be human. I have human memories. There's nothing good about being human," the psychic zombie slowly said.

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Modi and Xue Ling are a college student couple.

When heavy snow closes the mountain passes and scenic areas are closed.

Let's conquer nature together, hike up wild trails, and enjoy the snow-capped mountain scenery.

The trails are treacherous, and the roads are icy and slippery, making climbing difficult.

Xue Ling hesitated, "Honey, let's do it another time. This is too dangerous."

Modi looked at Xue Ling's pale face, her eyelashes frosted with snow, and without a trace of pity, cruelly rejected her, saying, "Don't you want to grow old with me through wind and snow? Baby, your love isn't deep enough."

Xue Ling, blinded by love, said, "Okay, baby. I'll hold on a little longer. I want to prove my love for you with my actions."

Modi is a boy, so his physical strength is naturally better than Xue Ling's, who rarely exercises.

He grabbed onto the stones along the way and led the way in finding the path.

The morning dew accumulates on the stones, forming a thin layer of ice due to the low temperature.

Modi lost his grip and slipped.

All thoughts converged into one: I'm still young, I can't die.

Black gloves tightly gripped Xue Ling, whose mind was blank, as withered branches rolled over the two of them.

Xue Ling suffered most of the damage due to Modi's deliberate targeting.

Of all the pains, the deepest was in her heart; Xue Ling felt utterly hopeless.

The couple, who were tightly embracing each other, were stopped from continuing their tumbling process by a century-old tree.

Xue Ling, who was used as a human shield, was completely lifeless.

Modi was also unable to move and lost his ability to act, and could only watch his limbs gradually rot due to lack of medical treatment.

Rain containing a large amount of zombie virus fell from the sky.

Modi moved his lips with difficulty, and the rainwater trickled into his throat; it tasted sweet.

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The story is short to begin with, and driven by the psychic zombies' supernatural abilities, it passes in the blink of an eye.

"You got into trouble while crawling in the wild, and you think humans are physically incapable?" Jiang Qingwan found it hilarious.

"If I were a zombie, how could I die? That's super evolution!" Modi remained obstinate.

“You have no emotions; you’re born to be a zombie.” Jiang Qingwan couldn’t empathize; no one and no beast could share a common language.

"Yes. I was born to be the zombie king. In a short time, I've already become a level five zombie. Hehehe." Modi didn't hear the sarcasm in Jiang Qingwan's words; he only thought her words were too pleasant to hear and very moving.

"You're so amazing, join us, let's evolve the world together and dominate the globe!" Modi, flattered by Jiang Qingwan's praise, became even more eager and tried to entice her once again.

"Don't you want to see the foolish people in countries like R and M accept our rule?" Modi escalated his ambitions, building a grand vision.

"I can't move right now, so you go out and help me. You'll be a hero from now on. I can guarantee I won't turn you into a zombie." Modi's body had rotted away, and he had become one with the tree, becoming a mental zombie, but he couldn't move.

This is a fatal flaw.

"What about the divine messengers you captured before? Are they still human?" Jiang Qingwan remained diligent and did not forget her mission targets.

It always seems to pop up unexpectedly, in some obscure corner.

"Of course they're people too. What's the point if they're all zombies? I want to treat them like domesticated pets, making them willingly submit to me." Modi was arrogant and conceited.

Jiang Qingwan thought to herself: There's still hope, so this trip wasn't a complete waste.

"I'm very tempted by your offer. You can be human and control both the US and R countries." Jiang Qingwan's very core was patriotic.

"I'll give orders to all the zombies not to attack you. You help me expand our overseas territory, and as for this place, leave it to my divine messengers," Modi stated his plan.

"That sounds great, I promise you." Jiang Qingwan nodded with satisfaction.

“Of course. A brilliant plan needs a brilliant executor, and you are the most capable human I have ever met. Let’s join forces.” Modi couldn’t contain his joy.

"Then let me meet your divine messengers, my colleagues, first. Let's get acquainted and avoid fighting among ourselves." Jiang Qingwan couldn't wait, her tone tinged with joy and excitement.

“That’s right.” Modi’s bow-tie branch was no longer listless; it trembled and fluttered with joy.

"Look at me, I forgot to untie your bow." Jiang Qingwan snapped her fingers, and Modi's branches were smooth again.

The air cracked open, and a group of people were thrown out, bewildered.

His expression was blank.

The air around them surged and roared, a cold glint flashed, and a knife shattered the peaceful conversation.

The blush-colored manicure contrasted sharply with the cold, hard color of the blade as it hurtled towards the back of Jiang Qingwan's neck.

The person wielding the knife was not within Jiang Qingwan's vigilance range.