"Leng Yebai, you'd better wake up now!"
Zhang Yiming stared coldly at the hand gripping his, his eyes even colder than a thousand years of ice.
Fan Tangtang knelt obediently on the ground, unable to stand up at all.
The almost tangible pressure nearly made him cry out for his mother.
Although he doesn't cry.
Furthermore, his mother couldn't help him either.
"...Xiao Zhu, don't go."
Leng Yebai's eyes twitched slightly, barely opening a crack as he strained to see who it was.
All I saw was Zhang Yiming with an icy expression.
Leng Yebai clenched his fist and felt that what he was holding was icy cold, without any warmth.
Leng Yebai's eyes widened instantly, and he decisively withdrew his hand.
"How is Xiaozhu?"
Upon seeing Leng Yebai open his eyes, Zhang Yiming's first question was about Bai Xizhu.
The malevolent aura emanating from him transformed into a knife, almost severing Leng Yebai's neck.
"They're all fine."
Leng Yebai struggled to move his hand on the ground, feeling a sharp pain in his shoulder.
It felt like bones had shattered.
Is this a sign that I'm about to turn into a zombie?
Leng Yebai felt utterly desolate.
"Are you really alright?"
Zhang Yiming looked into Leng Yebai's eyes and asked another question.
Leng Yebai nodded slightly.
However, he was still very worried about Xiao Zhu and the others, as if his family was being targeted.
Given his current state, even knowing that Xiao Zhu has a spatial dimension where she can hide in danger, Leng Yebai is still extremely worried.
The higher the level of a person's superpower, the higher the level of zombie they will become.
If she were to become one of those mindless, high-level zombies, she would be a source of danger to anyone around her.
Leng Yebai stared intently at Zhang Yiming. He was a very special zombie; at the very least, among all the zombies he knew, he was the most powerful.
Leng Yebai opened his mouth, as if to say something, but spat out two mouthfuls of blood.
The blood wasn't pure red; it had a slight brownish tinge.
It appears to be a precursor to mutation.
"It's good that Xiao Zhu is alright."
Zhang Yiming stood up, his murderous aura instantly dissipating. He patted the bloodstains on his hands, turned, and left.
He seemed oblivious to Leng Yebai, who was about to die.
"Xiaoming, what should we do about Xiaoleng?"
Fan Liping bent down and carried Leng Yebai on his back, hesitating to speak.
He thought that since the injury was so serious, a doctor should be found for him, but then he realized that there were very few doctors in the apocalypse and it would be difficult to find one.
But we can't just leave it in the yard like that!
"Let him stay over there!"
Zhang Yiming pointed to the outermost room.
That was the kitchen, which was small and had a lot of firewood inside.
Fan Liping likes to cook in a clay pot, making clay pot chicken. His clay pot chicken is not very tasty, but Grandpa Fan, a zombie, can eat a whole pot every time (it is fed by his own son).
It was dark inside and didn't look like a habitable place.
"This...isn't that inappropriate?" Fan Liping said very tactfully, "There's no bed in the kitchen!"
"It's alright, let's make a makeshift bed on the floor first! I'll have them make one for me tomorrow."
Zhang Yiming's face regained its warm, sunny expression. He sat lazily on a recliner in the yard, his slender fingers holding the test paper that Fan Tangtang had just filled out.
Long, slender, fair fingers held a fountain pen, idly scribbling mathematical symbols across the test paper.
Fan Tangtang and the high-ranking zombies who were kneeling on the ground also stood up shakily.
The invisible pressure emanating from him had vanished.
Fan Liping's face twitched almost imperceptibly.
Even if you ask a zombie to make a bed, it might not be ready for three to five days.
Forget about making a bed, let's just make a custom coffin for Leng Yebai!
Hu Meiling couldn't stand it anymore.
With Leng Yebai's injuries being so severe, making him sleep on the floor is worse than just digging a hole and burying him!
While he can still speak, we can ask for his opinion and whether the pit he dug is comfortable enough!
"Cough cough, how did Xiao Leng manage to come here alone with such serious injuries? The Bai family must be extremely worried!" Hu Meiling said.
"I don't know, maybe he was dumped, the Bai family doesn't want him anymore."
Zhang Yiming continued writing mathematical symbols on the test paper with a blank expression.
Hu Meiling's face froze for a moment. She glanced at the kitchen and continued, "Maybe the Bai family is looking for him everywhere."
Zhang Yiming paused, his pen slowly writing out a number, his voice cold, "Go and bring back a bed now, it must be delivered today!"
Zhang Yiming's eyes were fixed on the exam paper, as if he were talking to someone.
The high-level zombie trembling in the courtyard shrank back for a moment, then slowly walked towards the door.
It was clearly Zhang Yiming who gave them the order.
The gate had been completely smashed by Leng Yebai.
The zombie girl in blue was still secretly watching the courtyard from the doorway, not daring to step out of bounds.
The high-ranking zombies were very polite; after they left, they made a closing gesture.
Although the door was lying on the ground...
Hu Meiling looked at the not-so-intelligent zombies that had just left, speechless.
I always felt that digging a hole for Leng Yebai would be faster.
"Xiao Zhu will definitely come to see Xiao Leng then. If she sees Xiao Leng like this now, she will definitely be very sad."
Hu Meiling continued her efforts.
Seeing that Leng Yebai was about to die, they tried to keep him hanging on the bed.
quiet--
The courtyard was completely silent. Hu Meiling touched her nose, wondering if she had hurt the zombie king's feelings too much!
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