After being treated to a meal by the same person, Cameron also woke up. The group greeted each other and introduced themselves during the live stream.

More and more people joined the live stream, speculating whether it was some kind of survival game, a zombie apocalypse survival game, or something similar. Some of the bolder viewers even left comments asking how to participate.

As the number of viewers increased, the live stream room began to experience issues such as overcrowding, disconnections, and other problems. Some viewers even demanded that a larger live stream room be opened, while others left protest messages on Longxun's Weibo account.

Unfortunately, Long Xun hasn't read the comments yet.

"Brother Long, what's that?" Camer asked, pointing to the camera.

“People outside J province haven’t turned into zombies yet. I’m live-streaming, let them see this.” Long Xun poured a bag of milk into a bowl, heated it up, and then soaked breakfast biscuits in it. Afterward, Long Xun held Yin Chen’s hand, letting his fingers grip the spoon handle, and patiently taught him how to eat with a spoon.

Yin Chen obediently leaned against Long Xun's chest and ate. After Long Xun let go, he was able to hold the spoon steadily.

Yin Chen quickly and obediently finished a bowl of milk. His eyes sparkled as he looked back at Long Xun, his left eye pleading for praise and his right eye yearning for recognition. Long Xun was amused by his expression and smiled, gently patting his head with approval.

This interaction was absolutely adorable, especially for some of the girls in the live stream who had certain unique traits.

Po ate his instant noodles quietly, his back straight and his manners refined. Even though he had lost his memory, his demeanor still revealed that he had received a good education.

Camer was utterly astonished by Long Xun's wild imagination. His expression was filled with disbelief: "Brother Long? You...you...live stream?! You must be kidding me, right? That's actually a video recorder, not a webcam?"

Who the hell would livestream their reaction to the apocalypse?!

The two-dimensional character kept repeating the words "camera" and "video recorder," trying to figure out the difference between the two terms. This only confused him further. He stared at the milk tea girl, who was crawling on the table and munching on a cookie, his mouth watering.

Milk Tea was almost in tears. The covetous look in its natural enemy's eyes made the little hamster pitifully take a bite of the biscuit and then look back, as if it was afraid that it would end up in the snake's belly the next second.

Sheila remained quietly to the side, almost invisible. Only after hearing Cameron's words did she calmly speak up: "The J-GTCAbit model camcorder also has recording capabilities, but its chip processor is better suited for live video streaming. This is indeed a webcam, not a video recorder."

“That’s not the point…” Cameron said with a bitter expression, “Brother Long, do you think anyone will believe you?”

If he hadn't actually been trapped in his basement by zombies for several days, he definitely wouldn't have believed it when he saw people talking about zombies online.

Do you think this is a movie shoot?

If it's something that's impossible for anyone to believe, then why say it at all?

"What does it matter to me whether they believe it or not? I'll just do what I want to do." Long Xun took a cloth and gently wiped the milk stains left on Yin Chen's lips. His voice was still deep and cold, as steady and ancient as a mountain, as if it would never change.

Why keep such a thing a secret for ridiculous reasons like "nobody will believe me" until disaster strikes?

Whether others believe it or not, whether they mock or ridicule, or even insult them, so what?

Watching Long Xun and Xila leave with Yin Chen in their hands, Camer was stunned for a long time before he couldn't help but ask Po, "Um, Po... don't you think Long and the others seem a little strange?"

Po raised his eyelids slightly, revealing a questioning look.

“Hila, Brother Long, that kid named Yin Chen… they all seem so amazing,” Cameron mused.

“Perhaps they aren’t even human,” Po said casually, losing interest in the topic.

After all the people and creatures that need to eat to survive had eaten, it was already afternoon. The broken watch couldn't tell what time it was, and the sky was gray, making it impossible to tell the time by the sun.

All that can be seen is that the number of zombies on the streets is starting to increase.

Po stood at the window. The zombies roamed around the old building, but as night fell, they began to move closer, eager to get closer.

Even if Po has a threatening aura against ordinary zombies, it's useless. He doesn't understand his own identity. Before he truly awakens, to ordinary zombies, Po is both a king they need to submit to and fear, and a piece of delicious Tang Monk meat.

Just one bite can give them a very significant boost.

After sunset, the zombies' abilities will be greatly enhanced, and they will become even more bloodthirsty and hungry.

Long Xun went to the window and looked outside. He held up his computer and pointed it at the gradually closing zombies. He calmly spoke into the microphone: "The zombies are most active at night. If you want to hide in a room, you need to seal off any openings so that they can't smell any living creatures. Otherwise, you'll be trapped in the room."

The room was packed with people, and the messages flooding the screen were things like "Grandpa Long, you've gone too far!", "Holy crap, I'm watching a horror movie live in the middle of the night!", "Is that really a zombie?", and "Holy crap, holy crap, holy crap!"

No matter how much they wanted to, refused to, or couldn't believe it, those who saw that scene could no longer deceive themselves.

The zombies that are slowly approaching are made up to look incredibly realistic, if they are extras. And... the number of extras must be from some big-budget movie!

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