Both Song Xia and the Zombie King had lost their minds; they wanted to use this battle to determine who the real Zombie King was and who was in control of this world.

The two attacked each other, using the most primitive fighting style, not caring about having their flesh torn apart.

However, whenever the zombie king was about to tear off Song Xia's arm or reach into Song Xia's chest, the man who could control the mutated animals would command the mutated animals to rush over and interrupt his attack.

In this battle, the zombie king was extremely frustrated. Taking advantage of the opportunity, Song Xia grabbed the zombie king's head with a claw, his nail digging deep into it.

But the zombie king was still alive; he retaliated by crushing Song Xia's shoulder blade.

The man who could control the mutated animals took a deep look at the blackish-red blood flowing from Song Xia's body, and then continued to attack the zombie king with his mental power.

The zombie king let out a shrill scream, and Song Xia then ripped open his chest again.

This battle was too brutal. Lao Hei covered Song Zile's eyes, but Song Zile was a person with psychic abilities. He didn't use his eyes to see the world most of the time, but rather his psychic abilities. So he knew exactly what the situation was in Song Xia's battle.

Black Stone was held in the Zombie King's hand, but before he could even rejoice, Song Xia's sharp claws plunged into his skull again, and then, mixed with disgusting slime, he extracted the crystal core.

Unlike other zombies, the Zombie King did not die immediately upon losing his crystal core. His gray-white eyes looked unwillingly at the black stone in his hand.

Song Xia let out a triumphant roar. At this moment, the mutated animals, seeing this scene, hesitated and dared not advance an inch.

"We won!" Lao Luo and the others jumped up and cheered, and no one talked about the abnormality of Song Xia.

The zombies hadn't retreated yet, all instinctively sniffing the scent of the black stone, but they were also afraid of Song Xia's imposing presence.

"Roar!" Song Xia roared at them, and they scattered in panic.

The mutated animals gradually calmed down under the man's soothing words.

But Song Xia was anything but calm. She felt no gratitude whatsoever for the man's help earlier, and seemed ready to kill these mutated animals at any moment.

The man looked at him warily, then stared in astonishment as the black stone embedded itself in Song Xia's chest again, gripping his weapon tightly.

The atmosphere between them was awkward. At that moment, Song Zile ran between the two of them and said, "Song Mama, no."

Song Xia frowned in annoyance, making a low sound in his throat, his sharp claws clenching and unclenching repeatedly, as if he was restraining something.

Song Zile slowly approached: "Aunt Song, don't you recognize me? I'm Zile!"

As he approached, Song Xia slowly retreated, clutching her head in discomfort. Then, when Song Zile approached again, she quickly left the area.

"Song's mother!" Song Zile tried to chase after her anxiously, but Song Xia was too fast and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Everyone looked at each other, but Lao Hei stopped him: "Zile, let's go back to the base first. With your mother Song's current strength, no one can hurt her anymore. You can't persuade her alone. Why don't you go back and talk to your brothers and sisters first?"

Song Zile pursed his lips, his face dark and gloomy, and then remained silent, as if he had returned to the time when his symptoms were at their worst.

Old Hei and Old Luo were extremely anxious. They had lost Sister Song on this trip, and what would they do if Song Zile became depressed again? They were both the greatest hope for the future of humanity!

The man controlling the mutated zombie looked at Song Zile, but Song Zile was already lost in his own world. He kept blaming himself, regretting, and feeling so guilty that he was about to be overwhelmed. If this continued, he might never be able to be pulled back to reality.

“I’ll take him to find his Mother Song. You two go about your business.” The man said, looking at Song Zile. “If you want to find your Mother Song, come with me.”

Song Zile slowly raised his head, then resolutely climbed onto the giant ape's palm.

Lao Hei and Lao Luo exchanged a glance. They were worried about letting Song Zile go with this man, but they also seemed unable to get Song Zile to come back with them.

Before they could say anything, the giant ape led the two away, and the mutated animals scattered.

Lao Luo and Lao Hei had no choice but to drive back to the new district. Song Xia was clearly affected by the black stone, but fortunately, she was not completely controlled yet. At least she did not attack them and responded to Song Zile's words. Let's see if Song Ziming and Song Ziqi can come up with a solution when we get back.

If you can regain your sanity and protect those children when you are infected with the zombie virus at the beginning of the apocalypse, you can definitely do it this time too.

At this moment, Song Xia ran out and arrived at a tall building. The advanced mutated zombies were all crawling at her feet, and then she impatiently chased them away.

Her instincts made her crave the crystal core and fresh flesh and blood, but a voice inside her told her she couldn't.

"Xiaxia, think of the children," the system spirit said anxiously. "Xiaxia, the little ones are all waiting for you!"

"Roar!" Song Xia found the sound incredibly annoying and wished she could scratch her head off.

But the words "little brat" were etched into her mind, and whenever she was extremely irritable, there were always a few small figures that seemed to be calling her.

The conflicting feelings were so distressing that she kept banging her body against the wall until she was exhausted.

But then the black stone kept releasing energy, making the eerie light in its two eyes even deeper.

After a while, she sensed something and quickly left the place. Right after she left, Song Zile and the man jumped off the giant ape.

"She's gone."

The man looked at Song Zile with excited eyes: "I was right, your mother Song is a zombie."

“She’s not.” Song Zile looked at the man stubbornly. “She’s not.”

"It's not as simple as you saying it isn't. It's really strange that a zombie actually established a human survivor base and has been infiltrating the survivor ranks for so many years without anyone noticing."

Song Zile seemed angry, his fists clenched tightly.

The man shrugged: "I didn't mean to slander your mother, Song. Your mother is an anomaly, and relatively speaking, I am too. Do you know why I said that?"

Song Zile didn't answer. He muttered to himself, "I've died once, or rather, I've been reborn. It's strange, in my previous life, the White Tiger Base didn't have you, and there was no new district. It's a pity that even after being reborn, I still couldn't save my family. The apocalypse in my previous life was much harsher than this one, so I firmly believe that you are the hope to change this apocalypse. The zombies with reason and the medicine to control the zombie virus—all of these things happened to your family. Are you also reborn?"

He stared intently at Song Zile, hoping for a positive answer, but Song Zile merely glanced at him indifferently, as if he were a lunatic.

What devastated the man was that Song Zile hadn't lied, nor had he confirmed anything. So, was he the only one who had been reborn?

However, he quickly came to terms with it. A butterfly flapping its wings can cause a hurricane on a distant continent. It's not impossible for him to undergo a change after being reborn. The important thing is that this change is developing for the better.