Leng Yebai's face is no longer the handsome face he used to have.
His face began to rot, and like all zombies, his face was covered in rotting flesh.
Not only on the face, but also on the fingers.
He began to lose sensation of pain and the smell of food.
The only scent that could be smelled was that of the Fan couple.
When the Bai family drove their bus into the village, he could smell the scent of other humans.
A bloodthirsty and violent emotion raged in his mind, and he was extremely irritable.
He knew those were members of the Bai family.
He looked at himself in the mirror and had no idea how he should stand in front of them with that face.
It reeked of decay and was filthy.
At first, Zhang Yiming said he wouldn't turn into a zombie.
However, his wounds did not improve and began to rot little by little.
Even now, Zhang Yiming is not sure.
He felt his mind was very strange, a violent consciousness was devouring his original self.
Every now and then, he would enter a very strange state, sensing some violent emotions, and even seeing some strange images.
That's from the zombie's perspective.
But isn't he human?
Leng Yebai clenched his teeth tightly, his gaze fixed greedily on the person he longed for, yet a strange impulse still surged in his throat.
I want to tear into flesh and blood to fill my empty stomach.
Leng Yebai slowly turned around, using immense self-control to refuse to look at the figure outside.
He looked in the mirror, where his face was covered in rotting flesh, with black blood seeping out bit by bit.
Yes, his blood changed from red to brown, and then to black, all in one night.
He thought that he now looked like a zombie that everyone hated.
What made him most desperate was not that he had become a zombie, but that when he looked at Xiao Zhu, all he felt was endless longing.
And the thoughts that raged in his mind, the desire to devour flesh and blood, were what he found most unbearable.
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