Abroad, a certain region in the northern hemisphere also welcomed the new spring.

In a dilapidated town, beside a shabby house perched on a cliff, a pale-skinned, gray-haired man faced east, towards the empty distant mountains, facing the wind, silently sensing something. After a while, he opened his eyes. His gray eyes were dull, like those of a blind man, yet he could clearly see. He muttered to himself, "Winter is over. Even if our friend is asleep, he should be awake by now, but I still can't sense his presence."

Behind him stood a follower with similarly gray hair, gray eyes, and a pale complexion, as if all color had vanished from him. The man's face was extremely stiff, as if he hadn't yet mastered the use of his facial muscles. He spoke with a stilted voice, "Sir, could it be that they have been eliminated?"

"Impossible! When he was born, I realized that he was more evolved than me. As long as he's not too stupid, how could humans be his opponent?"

But if it hadn't been destroyed, why did the other party's presence only appear for a few days? And then there was no reaction for an entire winter? Thinking of the other party's location in that ancient Eastern country, the gray-haired man felt a little uneasy.

Some people came over from the bottom of the hill. They were tall, wearing animal skins, with tangled long hair, and walking barefoot on the rocky mountain road. In this still very cold weather, their arms and legs were almost exposed, and their whole bodies were filled with a primitive and savage aura.

But at this time they all looked anxious and fearful. One of them was carrying a long wooden stick, on which hung a naked and obviously washed old man. He must have been knocked unconscious and was sleeping with his eyes closed.

Seeing the two gray-haired men looking over, these people were even more terrified, because these two men could kill them with just a wave of their hands. They placed the unconscious old man on the ground. The man with two scars on his face, who was in the lead, pounded his chest respectfully and saluted: "My lords, this is today's gift."

They looked at the guys standing around the hall. They were standing straight like zombies, without any expression. They just stared at them as if they were looking at some pieces of fresh meat, as if they would pounce on them and tear them apart at the next moment.

This made the eerie atmosphere of this old and dilapidated church even more intense.

The gray-haired and gray-eyed attendant looked at the old man, seemingly dissatisfied, but his stiff face did not show such emotion: "Today's man is too old."

The scarred man broke out in a sweat. "He's not even sixty years old, and he has no illness."

The attendant was not very satisfied with this answer. The scarred man hurriedly said, "We will prepare a better gift for you tomorrow."

The gray-haired man stopped his attendant from speaking and said with a smile, "I understand. After all, young men and women need to continue the next generation. We just need to maintain this quality every day. As usual, bring ten people here today, and I will grant them the power of reproduction."

The scarred man breathed a sigh of relief. After leaving, he looked back at the cliff. The long and winding mountain road seemed like the road to hell.

Someone nearby asked quietly: "Chief, why do they want a living person every day? There are several of them here, but I've never seen them eat or make a fire. Do they want people to be..." eaten raw?

Before the man could finish his words, the scarred man stopped him with a look and whispered sternly, "Don't worry about it. He can help us regain the ability to have children. That's what's most important!"

After hearing this, several people's faces became excited. One person said, "Dil is pregnant. The baby in her belly must be mine."

"How do you know it's yours? It must be mine!" another person shouted, unwilling to be outdone. Finally, the last person joined in the argument. The scarred man scolded impatiently: "It doesn't matter whose it is, as long as the women can give birth, the children born will be the common descendants of our tribe!"

They left and soon came back with seven women and three men. The gray-haired man patted their heads and stroked their abdomens. The cold touch made everyone shudder, but then they felt their bodies seemed to warm up, as if they had really gained some kind of divine power.

This had been going on for nearly two months. They were filled with gratitude and eager to leave, ready to embark on the grand creation of humanity. Before departing, the gray-haired man said to Chief Scar, "Don't be so afraid of me. As long as you remain loyal to me, I will protect your people. Let them farm and produce freely, and have more children. I'm happy to see you prosper. If you know of a tribe, please bring them here, or bring me along. I hope to use my abilities to help more people."

The scarred man's face stiffened, sweat breaking out on his back, and he nodded repeatedly. After they left, the gray-haired man's aura weakened somewhat. The gray-haired attendant, his face stiff, said worriedly, "Sir, why bother with so much trouble? We can just capture them and eat them one by one."

"What happens after we finish eating them? We'll find the next group, and what happens after we've eaten everyone?" the gray-haired man said, "Do you think I'm willing to waste my energy helping them reproduce? But there are too few of them. We need to be patient, just like raising pigs. If we want to eat meat for a long time, we have to help them continue to reproduce. Now, we only have one herd of pigs, and there will be more in the future. We must let them reproduce and produce quality food, and then select the best from among them to become our companions. Only in this way can we become stronger and stronger. As long as humans reproduce from generation to generation, we will have a constant supply and blood."

The man looked at the unconscious old man and frowned: "This one is too old and not qualified to be our companion. Eat it."

Meanwhile, the scarred man had spent the entire day thinking about the two strange men who were demanding a human sacrifice every day. They'd sacrificed sixty or seventy people, and finally, in exchange, the men and women of their tribe had largely regained their fertility. But he was sure they'd have to continue sacrificing humans. How could they possibly find enough? They now had only two choices: get rid of those two strange men, or... find a scapegoat!

Thinking of the man's words, he took a deep breath, a ferocious look appeared on his face, and the scar on his face was even more terrifying. Didn't he want to find a new tribe? He would find one for him!

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The news that someone could help people regain their fertility spread quietly within a certain area. One life in exchange for ten people regaining their fertility. Some people avoided it, while others thought it was a good deal. For a long time, the dilapidated town became lively.

People knew they were making a deal with the devil, but what could they do? As long as the devil could give them offspring, they would be willing to sacrifice their souls. Now, it was just a matter of sacrificing a few lives. If their own people couldn't do it, they would just capture others!

This news finally reached the ears of the top leaders of the Tuanyuan Base through several foreign forces that had connections with the Tuanyuan Base.

Senior executives: “…”

Suddenly I feel that their birth plan is still very gentle and humane. It does not require sacrificing human lives, nor does it require making a deal with the devil. Haha, even so, there are still many people who refuse to cooperate.

All eyes fell on a big man with a straight physique and a sturdy appearance. It was this guy who refused to cooperate and led many of his subordinates to follow suit. People from the family planning organization had visited him many times in person, but they always came back empty-handed.

If there is no progress, newborns abroad will disappear one after another, and the Chinese people will be exterminated.

Lin Zhongrong's tiger eyes slightly raised: "If you envy them so much, how about I go and invite that devil back to grant everyone fertility?"

People immediately looked away as if nothing had happened.

"Old Lin, are you kidding me? Is it possible to seek the skin of a tiger? Today we are here to discuss what that 'devil' is." A man with the same impressive aura next to Lin Zhongrong said.

"What else could it be? Restoring the fertility of ten people requires a living person as a reward. Look at what the intelligence says. Some people have even seen them eating people with their own eyes. They are undoubtedly zombies." Lin Zhongrong said bluntly.

Everyone was silent. They also agreed with this point of view. It was definitely a zombie king. He even started doing business with humans.

Someone said, "If the zombie king named Li Ming hadn't died, do you think he would have such powerful abilities?"

Another person retorted, "So what? If he wants to eat a living person, why don't we give him a living person to eat as a trade?"

"Who said we should give it people to eat? I meant we could catch it and force it to work."

"If you have the guts, come and catch me!"

Lin Zhongrong's veins throbbed. It was his daughter who killed Li Ming, so was it a mistake? The man beside him held him down and whispered, "Old Lin, everyone is just grumbling. They know what's right and wrong in their hearts, they're just talking."

Lin Zhongrong suppressed his displeasure. As expected, although everyone argued for a few words, no one said that the zombie king should not have been killed. The topic quickly returned to what to do if a zombie king appeared abroad.

What to do? Those foreigners worship that guy like a god, so how can they kill him? So the final policy is to firmly guard the border and prevent him from running over and tyrannizing. In fact, their biggest concern at the moment is the issue of fertility. Foreigners are starting to have children, but they don't even have a fertilized egg. This is infuriating!

So Lin Zhongrong once again became the target of public criticism. Everyone had the same idea, either asking him to cooperate with the research, or to order the high-quality bachelors under his command to cooperate with the research.

Lin Zhongrong glared: "Without us, the research can't go on, right?"

Everyone said, "How many of you are there? Your group is all as stubborn as a rock, with incredibly strong egos. They're just using your reproductive cells for mating, not your bodies. What's there to be ashamed of?"

Lin Zhongrong was furious. He felt that this meeting was not aimed at the zombie king from abroad, but at him. Fortunately, a new piece of news stopped the noisy meeting. It was a request from a foreign organization that they were in contact with. They asked to buy weapons, new supernatural weapons.