The little zombie had scattered hair on his forehead, his skin was strangely white, his eyelashes were curled, his nose was high, his pupils were dull and gray, and there were a few black bloodstains on his cheeks, but it did not destroy the boy's beauty at all. He was like an angel who accidentally fell into the mortal world, ignorant and pure, waiting for others to destroy him.

Lan Jiao's entry into dreams can reproduce people's memories, or fabricate a dream out of thin air. He can play a role in the dream at will. This time, the dream he let Tu Ling enter was her memory, but there was a problem with his choice of role.

For some reason, the character was automatically selected. As soon as he opened his eyes, he found that he could not see. He only felt something pressing on him, so he wanted to reach out and push it away, but found that even his limbs became stiff.

He sat up dazedly and listened carefully to the sounds around him. He opened his mouth to speak, but a hoarse sound came out.

What has he become?

Everyone saw the zombie's abnormality and curiously surrounded the pitiful-looking little zombie as an ornament.

Xu Zhizhi pinched her exaggerated biceps and came in front of Tu Ling, her voice very rough: "Baby, why does this zombie feel a little silly?"

Tu Ling pushed the big head in front of her away and said, "Xu Zhizhi, please control your greasy smell."

"Hate it~, why do you say that to me?"

Tu Ling rolled her eyes at the man in front of her who had a cute name but actually had blasted muscles and loved the sound of a clip. Then she squatted in front of the zombie and put her finger to the little zombie's mouth. The little zombie didn't bite her, but just looked around in confusion.

He tried to probe: "Little zombie, have you been transported by spirit?"

This is what was written in the apocalyptic novels she read. These zombies that suddenly became rational were often possessed by people from another world, and then came to complete someone's mission. They had antibodies in their bodies, and in the end, they sacrificed themselves to save all mankind.

Lan Jiao immediately became excited when he heard Tu Ling's voice, but he only made a hoarse sound. Seeing his sudden excitement, Tu Ling thought she had guessed it right. She patted the zombie's shoulder and said, "Don't worry, I know your mission is to save the world. I will help you."

So she immediately ordered her men to send the little zombie to the virus research institute to see if his serum could help the human body become immune to the zombie virus.

The little zombie was suddenly picked up and didn't know how to resist. He was just dragged away. Because when Lan Jiao was dreaming, he was often too lazy to move.

At this time, Gu Chen and Su Jiu, who had completed the treatment, rushed over. They first checked Tu Ling's body to make sure there was no problem, and then asked what had happened just now.

After hearing the whole story, Gu Chen looked at the zombie being dragged away and Tu Ling, whose mood had become cheerful. His brows were knitted together. He always felt that things should not have developed like this, as if something had changed.

When the Virus Research Institute heard that the leader had captured a zombie that might contain serum antibodies, they immediately became very motivated. Even the oldest professor came to the institute trembling with dentures. They drew blood from the zombie and let it stand to prepare serum, but the results of the research were disappointing. There were no relevant antibodies in his serum. They also cut other parts of the body and found no antibodies. The research results were reported to Tu Ling in real time.

Tu Ling was a little confused about this. Although this statement only appeared in novels, this zombie obviously had some human consciousness. If it were not for antibodies, why would such a phenomenon occur?

"Is he dead?"

"No, I just cut open his stomach and took some slices. I didn't sew it up, but he's still conscious."

Tu Ling sighed, forget it if there was nothing: "Sew up his stomach and send it to me."

Several researchers were hesitant. They had been threatened by those men and were not allowed to bring any strange men back to Tu Ling, otherwise they would go crazy and smash the laboratory.

Anyway, Tu Ling wouldn't blame them too much.

But are male zombies considered men? And what does the leader mean by this? He is not going to... No way.

"Chief, he's a zombie!"

Tu Ling looked at him strangely: "What's wrong?"

They're just zombies, nothing surprising there.

The research institute couldn't say anything more, so they could only send the zombies over and report to those men. This way, they would have no reason to run to the research institute and go crazy.

As expected, after the researcher reported to those people, he immediately ran to question Tu Ling in an angry manner.

At that time, Tu Ling was sitting on the windowsill against the light, observing the little zombie sitting on her bed.

The little zombie's belly had been sewn up, the dirt on his body had been washed off, and he was wearing a loose shirt with nothing underneath.

The long, slender, straight white legs were helplessly put together. It was the first time for Lan Jiao to have legs, and it felt strange, as if he had two tails, each moving separately. The cold and tight shirt on his body seemed to be entangled by water plants.

"Hehe."

Tu Ling didn't know what the little zombie was humming. Its grayish-white pupils seemed somewhat transparent under the sunlight.

"What are you laughing at?"

The zombies couldn't answer her.

What went wrong? This zombie had no antibodies, and Tu Ling was puzzled.

"Knock, knock, knock."

"Come in."

The moment Tu Ling finished speaking, several men rushed in in a hurry. The first one to be hit was the muscular Xu Zhizhi, followed by Su Jiu with a fierce look and Xi Yang with a speechless look on his face.

After the three people came in, Ling Qian walked in gracefully, pushed the gold-rimmed eye sockets on the bridge of his nose, and leaned on the table very politely, with one leg stretched straight and the other slightly bent, looking like a gentleman.

Gu Chen had a faint expression on his face. He walked in silently, closed the door, and sat on the bench closest to Tu Ling without making any other unnecessary movements.

Xu Zhizhi, Xi Yang and Su Jiu came in and didn't sit anywhere. They stood in a row between Tu Ling and the little zombie, so that Tu Ling couldn't even see the corner of the zombie's clothes.

Tu Ling was a little unhappy about being blocked, and she became even more unhappy when she saw the men in the room: "Do you three really have to stand here?"

"What? Are you blocking our leader from looking at the beauty?" Xi Yang said sarcastically.

"What beauty? He's a zombie."

Xu Zhizhi immediately screamed, "You knew he was a zombie! You knew he was a zombie, but you still kept him in your house! You didn't even let a zombie go, you're such a beast!"

Tu Ling sighed and explained, "I mean, he's not a beauty, he's a beautiful zombie. Also, how can I be a beast? I haven't done anything yet, okay?"

Su Jiu puffed up his cheeks: "What else do you want to do?"

Tu Ling looked at Su Jiu, who was so angry that he looked like a pufferfish, and stretched out his hand to pinch the soft flesh on his face: "Don't act like a spoiled child to me." It's easy to get into trouble.

"Don't try to change the subject." Su Jiu continued to question: "You clearly said last time that I was your last man."

Xi Yang's face darkened: "She told me the same thing."

(End of this chapter)