A red-eyed zombie with control capabilities—could it be the Zombie King?

Duan Linzhou had a guess in his mind, but he didn't show it on his face. After all, he couldn't explain how the other person knew.

"They're fine over there. The zombies haven't gone that way, but we've already made them lock their doors and windows." Duan Linzhou's simple words struck Zhang Wei like a series of thunderclaps.

Oh no, they're really after him?!

Zhang Wei felt a chill in his heart, and worry appeared on his face.

Lin Hu sighed, "Never mind..."

"It's not aimed at you, it's aimed at me." Lin Hu reached out and patted the other person's back, only to find his hand was sweaty.

Forehead……

What if I'm a little disgusted?

But it can't be shown now.

Lin Hu kept his hands hanging at his sides, remaining calm and composed.

While others didn't notice, Duan Linzhou saw it all clearly. He moved closer, reached for a wet wipe from who-knows-where, and discreetly wiped the other person's hands. At the same time, he asked curiously, "For you?"

The others were also puzzled, except for Zhang Wei.

He has another misunderstanding.

He mistakenly believed that Lin Hu had helped him, and that the red-eyed zombie was holding a grudge, which was why it came looking for Lin Hu.

"Yes, that red-eyed zombie looks like Qin Yaowei."

As soon as Qin Yaowei's name was mentioned, everyone else immediately understood.

Many people saw Qin Fulang's outburst in the chat area, and those present were also aware of it.

Duan Linzhou, in particular, now shares the same questions as Lin Hu.

For example, how did Qin Yaowei turn into a zombie?

Lin Hu was present when he used an arrow to slash the other person's skin, and the subsequent attitude of the Qin family members indicated that Qin Yaowei had most likely died from poisoning.

Chaos reigned all around, a mix of panic and chaotic footsteps, with some timid people unable to hold back their sobs.

"You make the arrangements first, I need to calm down." Lin Hu reached out and patted Duan Linzhou's arm, his face full of questions, his brows furrowed even more tightly than before.

"Okay," Duan Linzhou replied and began to make the arrangements.

He originally intended to stay with Lin Hu and sort things out.

But people here are prone to extreme behaviors at any time, and he can't control suicide.

But if someone wants to die together with the zombies and secretly opens the door to let them in, that would be a serious matter.

Duan Linzhou first told a few of his men to gather the rest of the people in the open space in the middle, and then left a few others to guard the door and windows.

Lin Hu trusted Duan Linzhou's abilities and watched as the other party made arrangements in an orderly manner.

He secretly gave Ling Jiuqi a look and walked towards a pile of finished product boxes at the back.

Ling Jiuqi glanced at the others around her and, finding no one paying attention to her, started to follow Lin Hu to where he was.

"What's wrong?" Ling Jiuqi asked, her voice low, just loud enough for Lin Hu to hear.

"What's wrong with Qin Yaowei?" Lin Hu was originally standing, but when he saw Ling Jiuqi, who was nearly 40 or 50 centimeters shorter than him, he sat down on a red plastic stool next to him.

"Who is Qin Yaowei?" Ling Jiuqi asked curiously.

She had heard the name many times and was now quite curious.

"...You weren't there then?" Lin Hu asked, but given Ling Jiuqi's usual reclusive personality, she probably really wasn't there.

As for where the other person goes when they are not around, he doesn't know and has no interest in asking.

"He's not here... right?" Ling Jiuqi thought for a moment, it seemed like he was, but it also seemed like he wasn't. She usually needed to do research in the database, so she really didn't follow Lin Hu around 24 hours a day.

After all, they granted the other party island privileges, so even if they encounter danger, they can be teleported back to the island.

Because of this privilege, she usually lets loose a bit.

What's with that tone of certainty mixed with uncertainty?

Lin Hu may have been complaining in his heart, but he couldn't show it on his face.

After all, the survival system is like an artificial intelligence, only giving prompts when it is triggered. Right now, we can only rely on Ling Jiuqi, this "artificial" one.

Lin Hu: "Then do you know how to turn a superhuman into a zombie?"

“Of course it’s the same virus as the zombies,” Ling Jiuqi continued. “Of course, it’s also possible that the other party was already infected before.”

After saying the last sentence, a sly glint flashed in Ling Jiuqi's eyes, her expression as languid as a chess player in control of the board.

"You mean... he was already infected?" Lin Hu wasn't sure if he understood correctly, so he asked the other person to confirm.

"That's right." Ling Jiuqi was certain of her memory, her face full of pride, as she reached out and brushed the white hair off her shoulder.

"Then, does the venom of that big flower that Lin Zhou and I killed before have the ability to infect people with superpowers?" Lin Hu asked another question.

"No, but it will stimulate the process." Ling Jiuqi shook her head, a smile on her lips. She was dressed entirely in white, even her shoes were white Mary Jane shoes, making her look like a little angel.

Lin Hu didn't pay much attention to these things; he muttered something to himself.

"So it's not a problem with the poison!?"

I understand now.

So the other party was actually a half-zombie to begin with. The poison mark made on Zhuxian Island only acted as a catalyst and did not kill Qin Yaowei.

Because Qin Yaowei was already close to death at that time.

Thinking back to when she met Qin Yaowei's gaze just now, she saw the smugness and resentment in his eyes.

Could he be considering him the only murderer who killed him?

Moreover, it appears that the other party retains consciousness and past memories.

"How did you know?" Lin Hu seemed to realize that Ling Jiuqi wasn't there at the time, so how could she know these things?

"The information was given to me by my colleague," Ling Jiuqi said, as a string of blue code suddenly flashed in her hand, and a thin file appeared in her grasp.

"Your colleague? It can't be 1096, and I'm 1098, right?" Lin Hu thought for a moment and said.

Ling Jiuqi glanced at Lin Hu, her speechlessness and disdain undisguised.

"Why do you have that expression? Did I say something wrong?" Lin Hu frowned.

"Of course it's wrong, 1096 and 1098 don't exist at all." Ling Jiuqi was still looking at the information she hadn't finished reading, and replied to Lin Hu indifferently.

"Why doesn't it exist! Didn't you say before that your number 1097 was your ranking number?" Lin Hu asked in confusion.

"It was destroyed." Ling Jiuqi's tone was flat, revealing no extra emotion.

Lin Hu was stumped. He understood destruction to be no different from human death.

Ling Jiuqi was a little puzzled when she didn't hear Lin Hu continue speaking. She looked up at Lin Hu and found that he was staring at the floor with his eyes down, as if he was in a daze.

"Well, actually, everything has an end, it's normal," Ling Jiuqi coughed lightly, sounding a little awkward.

She's not good at comforting people; in this state, when she speaks, she sounds like a mature child.

Lin Hu naturally knew all this, but he was thinking that Ling Jiuqi might also leave, perhaps after his death, or perhaps tomorrow.