"Wang Dian, take good care of Nan Xu."

While keeping a close watch on the eighth-level zombie's sneak attack, Zhan Chengming told Wang Dian that Wang Dian was the one who had been driving in front these past few days, and seemed to be one of Zhan Chengming's confidants.

"Yes, that's right."

Still reeling from the shock of discovering that Han Lingxi was actually a high-level zombie, Wang Dian finally snapped out of his daze after being called out by Zhan Chengming and hurriedly responded to Zhan Chengming's words.

Wang Dian thought to himself, "Zhan Chengming is on high alert like this, and I can't even sense his presence. He must be a very troublesome zombie. But standing next to Han Lingxi, who is also a high-level and exceptionally intelligent zombie, makes me feel uneasy."

"You deal with the eighth-tier one, and I'll handle the remaining seventh-tier ones."

Han Lingxi spoke to Zhan Chengming.

"good."

Zhan Chengming had no objection. After all, both of them had just reached the eighth rank. It would be difficult for either of them to deal with a zombie that was already at the eighth rank but couldn't reach the ninth rank due to insufficient mental strength. Dealing with the three seventh-rank zombies would be much easier.

Han Lingxi didn't intentionally choose the easy ones; rather, her seal was easier to deal with this group of zombies than Zhan Chengming's ice-type seal, so she should be able to quickly deal with these three zombies and then go help Zhan Chengming.

The two exchanged a glance and then rushed toward their respective opponents. One of the three seventh-tier zombies was wind-type, and the other two were fire-type. Although they did not cooperate intentionally, they still caused Han Lingxi a small loss.

After dealing with them, Han Lingxi glanced at her clothes, which were charred in one spot, and sighed that it was fortunate the zombies didn't have any memories of their past lives. If they had known to cooperate, the fire and wind together would have made things much worse than just charred clothes.

Han Lingxi rushed to Zhan Chengming's side without stopping. Zhan Chengming was not as lucky as her. He was suppressed by that eighth-level speed-type zombie. Although he was not injured, he was powerless to fight back.

The situation improved after Han Lingxi joined the battle. Han Lingxi threw the seal around. Although she couldn't trap it because the opponent was too fast, she could create some obstacles to slow it down.

Han Lingxi and Zhan Chengming fought the eighth-level zombie for a whole night, and the battle only ended the next morning when Han Lingxi, by sheer luck, trapped him in a seal.

Han Lingxi and Zhan Chengming were both exhausted. They slumped back to back on the ground. The members of the superhuman team not far away had also been up all night and couldn't help but cheer when they saw the zombies being killed.

Han Lingxi leaned against Zhan Chengming, but before she could even feel happy, she began to worry. The fact that she was a zombie could no longer be hidden. What should she do next?

"I won't let them tell anyone."

Zhan Chengming seemed to realize Han Lingxi's concerns and spoke up.

Han Lingxi turned her head and looked at Zhan Chengming with some doubt. He already knew she was a zombie, so why did he still let her into the base? He really trusted her too much.

“You are different from other zombies, and Nanxu can’t live without her mother.”

Zhan Chengming gave a somewhat embarrassed explanation, but Han Lingxi rolled her eyes. She didn't believe it at all. Nan Xu hadn't had a mother all these years, and she didn't even have a father. Did they really want her, a mortal, to be a mother now?

However, Han Lingxi did not expose her, but simply nodded casually.

"Alright then, I'll leave the matter of my identity to you."

Zhan Chengming, with his back to Han Lingxi, smiled where Han Lingxi couldn't see.

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