“He’s very likely a member of a mysterious organization,” Zhang Yiming said expressionlessly. “If it’s convenient for you, you could also kill all the zombies under his command! Leave no one alive.”
Zhang Yiming's eyes were clear and bright, and his voice was very soft. Although he was trying to silence her, he didn't seem too ruthless at all.
On the contrary, the Zombie King Zhang Yiming stood there without saying a word, yet he exuded a chilling aura.
It's something people want to avoid at all costs.
Zombie King Zhang Yiming gave Zhang Yiming a sharp look, but seeing his calm demeanor, he said nothing more.
Killing one is the same as killing two.
He didn't care who he killed.
He would kill anyone who wasn't very important to Xiaozhu.
After ten years in the apocalypse, having been the zombie king for so long, he had lost count of how many people he had killed.
The Zombie King, Zhang Yiming, still exuded an evil aura. His eyes, filled with ferocity, stared straight at Zhang Yiming, as if trying to pierce through him.
Despite the dim moonlight, Zhang Yiming still managed to see the Zombie King. He noticed the conflicted look in Zhang Yiming's eyes.
Zombie King Zhang Yiming didn't say anything, nor did he ask.
"Where's my motorcycle?" Zhang Yiming asked the question he wanted to ask.
"Damn it." Zombie King Zhang Yiming narrowed his eyes dangerously. "It got bitten by a little bug."
Zhang Yiming frowned; he had already thought of that.
It seems the things that were lent out will never be returned.
Zhang Yiming turned around, ready to leave.
"Wait a minute." Zombie King Zhang Yiming called out to Zhang Yiming and took two steps toward him.
By the moonlight, Zhang Yiming could see the zombie king. Zhang Yiming's figure was somewhat unsteady.
Upon closer inspection, one could barely make out that the black clothes worn by the Zombie King, Zhang Yiming, were heavy and looked as if they were stained with black blood.
The black blood blended into the black clothes, making it impossible to tell unless you looked closely.
Zhang Yiming glanced back at the Zombie King. He could clearly see a small pool of blood where he had just stood.
The black blood appeared even more alluring under the moonlight.
"You're injured?" Zhang Yiming asked, somewhat surprised.
Only zombies can feel the terror of zombies.
He was already very powerful, and had not yet encountered a zombie more powerful than himself. Zombie King Zhang Yiming was himself ten years in the future. Logically speaking, at this time, there should be no zombie more powerful than him.
"Just a minor injury." Zombie King Zhang Yiming smiled wickedly. "It's insignificant compared to what I gained."
Zhang Yiming frowned, not understanding what the Zombie King was saying.
"Qin Shi Huang was obsessed with finding the elixir of immortality and attempting to live forever. He read in an ancient book that there was a country of immortals, with the surname A, and that sweet wood was their food," said Zombie Emperor Zhang Yiming slowly.
This is recorded in the Classic of the Great Wilderness, Southern Section.
The Classic of Mountains and Seas also contains similar records, stating that sweet wood is an immortal wood, and that eating it can bring the dead back to life.
The phrase "bringing the dead back to life" is very fitting for them, who are zombies.
If there truly is a divine tree capable of bringing the dead back to life, it would be something that all high-level zombies would strive for.
They were even more eager to pursue it than Qin Shi Huang was back then.
"It's just a legend, it might not be true."
Zhang Yiming raised his eyelids slightly, his face not showing any excessive longing.
The withered heart, however, quietly began to leap with joy.
If only there really were a miraculous tree that could bring the dead back to life!
He could transform into a human and openly stay by Xiao Zhu's side.
Screw the zombie king, screw the apocalypse.
He just wanted to be a human being, like in the past, to get rid of Xiaozhu's annoying exes.
"Yes, I found it."
When Zombie King Zhang Yiming said these words, his whole body trembled, and even more black blood dripped onto the ground.
Long, slender fingers reached into his pocket, trembling as he rummaged for something.
By the moonlight, Zhang Yiming could see that the zombie king's clothes were empty.
It looked like a large chunk was missing from his abdomen; the black blood mingled with the black clothes, creating an indescribably eerie scene.
What's even stranger is that the Zombie King, Zhang Yiming, has always been portrayed as someone shrouded in malevolence.
At this moment, he looks like an ordinary person who has suddenly won a big prize, excited yet bewildered.
Zombie King Zhang Yiming rummaged in his pocket for a long time before carefully pulling out something wrapped in layers of cloth.
The black cloth tightly bound the contents inside.
"If we eat it, maybe we'll all turn into humans!"
Zombie King Zhang Yiming glanced greedily at the thing in his hand, gritted his teeth, and threw it directly into Zhang Yiming's arms.
He went to great lengths to obtain this small piece of ginseng from the sea near Shanghai.
His body was torn to pieces by the stink bugs that were protecting Ganmu.
Even with his frantic absorption of crystal cores, the Zombie King's abnormal regenerative ability still prevented him from fully recovering.
He naturally wanted to eat something he had finally obtained.
The word "human" was both strange and familiar to him.
In the three years leading up to the apocalypse with Xiao Zhu, he dreamed of becoming human every moment.
Later, after she passed away, he became indifferent to everything.
Now that he has come into this world, his desire to become human has been rekindled.
However, he could clearly feel that every time he used his immense power, the laws of this world were correcting him and trying to make him disappear.
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