Daylight broke.
A light drizzle began to fall from the sky.
The quiet village was deserted.
Only at the entrance of the small courtyard in the very center stood an ordinary zombie wearing a blue dress.
Its dress had become somewhat worn.
There was more rotting flesh on his face, and his expression became increasingly dull and lifeless.
The only difference between it and ordinary zombies is that it is tall and looks better than other lower-level zombies after it turns into a zombie.
Fan Tangtang was still sitting in the yard doing math problems.
Grandpa Fan's zombie fingers bent with difficulty, and he held an umbrella in his rotting hand.
The umbrella tilted towards Fan Tangtang.
Because Grandpa Fan's zombie body was not as flexible and adaptable as a human's, the breeze made the umbrella in his hand tilt this way and that.
Using an umbrella is the same as not using an umbrella.
Fan Tangtang's exam paper was all wet.
Fan Tangtang gripped the pen with a contorted expression, calculating the problems over and over again.
Various mathematical symbols were born from his pen, densely packed.
The Fan couple, undeterred by the light drizzle, continued washing and cleaning in the yard.
The main problem is that Grandpa Fan, being a zombie, has to change his clothes and shoes every day, and he gets dirty very quickly, so the Fan couple always have endless chores to do.
In the past few days, more and more zombies have been entering and leaving this courtyard.
Black blood is often found on the ground, and sometimes even a small piece of rotten flesh is randomly extracted from a zombie.
Before the apocalypse, the Fan couple were self-made business owners; after the apocalypse, all they had to do was endless housework.
Even so, they still really liked the village.
At least here, their family can live a peaceful life.
If we leave here, we'll have to face those so-called righteous people.
They would shout slogans of "acting on behalf of Heaven" and kidnap the sons they had finally found.
Zhang Yiming sat in the living room, his slender fingers tapping the table absently.
Several high-level zombies stood in front of him.
These high-level zombies were covered in rotting flesh, but their clothes were very clean, much cleaner than those of ordinary zombies.
They stood in front of Zhang Yiming, looking timidly at the ground.
The living room was quiet. Without needing to speak, Zhang Yiming directly read the scenes they saw in their minds.
Five minutes later, the high-level zombie slowly withdrew from the living room.
The Fan couple noticed that the high-level zombie that had just emerged was walking more cheerfully.
Like someone who has just breathed a sigh of relief.
The Fan couple glanced discreetly towards the living room and continued washing.
They are human and cannot perceive what kind of existence Zhang Yiming is among the zombies.
All that is known is that all the zombies trembled in fear of him, like mice before a cat.
After this wave of high-level zombies left, another wave of high-level zombies came in.
The Fan couple acted as if they hadn't seen them and continued washing things.
They exuded the scent of flesh and blood; high-level zombies have a much more sensitive sense of smell than ordinary zombies.
They smelled it, but still trembled as they walked into the living room, not daring to roar at the Fan couple.
"Buzz—"
The roar of motorcycles could be heard outside the village.
The Fan couple looked somewhat surprised.
Who is so bold?
The fact that the zombies in the village don't usually come out doesn't mean they don't exist.
The village was surrounded by black blood, and after several battles with Captain Zhu of the Fire Phoenix Security Base, almost everyone in the area knew that there was a super powerful zombie king in the village.
No one dares to pass by within a five-kilometer radius anymore.
The Fan couple had only been in surprise for a few seconds when a sleek black motorcycle rammed through the gate and sped into the yard.
"Bang!"
The motorcycle had no brakes, grazed Grandpa Fan's zombie body, snatched away Fan Tangtang's exam paper, and crashed straight into the wall.
A loud noise was heard, and the motorcycle was severely deformed.
A man was thrown from the motorcycle and crashed heavily to the ground.
The man groaned and then lost consciousness.
"Hey! Isn't this Xiao Leng!"
Fan Liping immediately spotted Leng Yebai, whose body was covered in black and red blood.
A sound came from the living room. Before Fan Liping could rush to Leng Yebai's side, Zhang Yiming had already squatted down next to Leng Yebai.
"Leng Yebai!" Zhang Yiming shook Leng Yebai's shoulder, a moment of panic in his eyes.
What on earth is going on?!
What happened to them?!
How is Xiaozhu doing?
He hadn't forgotten what he, filled with hostility, had said.
He said she was dead.
Zhang Yiming gripped Leng Yebai's shoulders tightly, almost crushing them.
Despite being a zombie who should be devoid of joy or sorrow, he was gripped by extreme terror.
"Xiao Ming, he's injured, you..." Fan Liping looked at Leng Yebai, who was unconscious and vomiting blood again, and quickly said, "Be gentle!"
Zhang Yiming gripped Leng Yebai's shoulder tightly with his fingers, ignoring the wounds on his body, and continued to shake Leng Yebai's shoulder heavily.
He needed to know how Xiao Zhu was doing and where she was!
Anyone can die, but she cannot.
Leng Yebai's eyes were tightly closed. Besides the wound on his knee, his body had many more scratches, all of which he had inflicted himself to stay conscious.
The intense impact had rendered him unconscious, and even as he lay there, his violent aura was palpable.
"Wake up! Where is Xiaozhu? Tell me!"
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