Zombie King Zhang Yiming sat casually in a chair, basking in the moonlight, his sinister face softening considerably.
If he really does turn into a human this time, does that mean that it's possible for him and Xiao Zhu to become a couple?
He toyed with a crystal core with his slender fingers, a faint smile appearing on his fierce face.
At that moment, the aura emanating from Zombie King Zhang Yiming was the same as that of Zhang Yiming.
Sunshine, warmth.
A crystal core turned into trash in the hands of Zombie King Zhang Yiming.
The waste was carelessly thrown on the ground.
Zombie King Zhang Yiming lifted his clothes, revealing his abdomen.
A large chunk is missing from the abdomen; from the front, it looks as if some ferocious beast has bitten off half of it, creating an arc-shaped gap.
Half of his abdomen was empty, revealing his black internal organs and flesh.
Zombie King Zhang Yiming glanced indifferently at his abdomen, then took out another crystal core and began to absorb it.
If Zhang Yiming were to become human, his wounds would need to heal quickly.
After all, the human body cannot withstand such a massive injury.
"hehe."
Zombie King Zhang Yiming chuckled softly.
One by one, the crystal cores turned into waste under the moonlight.
The opening in the abdomen slowly came back together.
The missing internal organs changed rapidly and gradually grew back.
That's how terrifying the Zombie King is.
Zombies have no five senses; they are just rotting corpses.
High-level zombies, however, can heal their wounds by absorbing crystal cores.
The stronger the zombie, the more wounds it can heal.
An existence like the Zombie King Zhang Yiming, as long as there is a crystal core and enough time, can be restored to its original state even if only a head remains.
This is a key reason why, even after so long since the apocalypse, human survivors have still not been able to defeat the zombies.
Humans cannot be injured, or they will turn into zombies.
As for zombies, they are not afraid even if they only have a head left, as long as they have a crystal core.
Zombie King Zhang Yiming lay lazily on a recliner, squinting as he admired the moonlight, exchanging one crystal core after another in his hand.
Occasionally, he would glance in the direction of Zhang Yiming's courtyard.
His eyes, filled with hostility, held a hint of longing.
...
Zhang Yiming didn't know how he got back to the courtyard. When he realized what was happening, he was already standing in the courtyard.
His pockets were bulging, and he didn't dare touch them again.
It's like a fragile dream.
Zhang Yiming subconsciously looked towards the neighboring courtyard.
Even though it was late at night, the faint light coming through could still be seen in the dim light.
Xiao Zhu, you're still awake.
He could feel the people in the room tossing and turning, and he could hear her sighs.
The sigh was soft, yet it caused his withered heart to ache terribly.
Zhang Yiming took out the item that Zombie King Zhang Yiming had given him from his pocket.
The black strips of cloth looked like they had been torn from clothing, wrapped in several layers inside and out.
Zhang Yiming's eyelashes trembled slightly, opening layer by layer.
It revealed its true colors.
A palm-sized piece of black wood comes into view, accompanied by a heavy sense of historical silence and a burning, scalding feeling.
A thin layer of char has formed on the surface of the black wood, beneath which a strong sense of vitality emanates.
This is probably a piece of wood salvaged from a fire; it's completely black.
Zhang Yiming stared intently at the wood in his hand. Did the legendary Ganmu wood really exist?
If it doesn't exist, why is it recorded in the Classic of Mountains and Seas, and why did Qin Shi Huang go to great lengths to sail the seas in search of the land of immortality?
Zhang Yiming glanced deeply in the direction of the neighboring yard, then carried the charred charcoal back into the house.
As I passed by Leng Yebai's room, I could faintly hear the sound of the crystal core turning into waste and shattering.
Zhang Yiming paused for a moment, then continued walking into his room.
Under the soft light, Zhang Yiming took out a sharp dagger and scraped away the charred charcoal bit by bit.
A malevolent aura emanated from the charred charcoal, similar to the energy emanating from him.
It belongs to the Zombie King, Zhang Yiming.
Besides this familiar energy, a powerful force also remains.
It resembled an ancient beast; just this faint aura made Zhang Yiming unconsciously narrow his eyes.
It's hard to imagine how Zombie King Zhang Yiming managed to bring back this palm-sized piece of wood.
It's not that there's only one piece of Ganmu, but rather that the Zombie King, Zhang Yiming, could only bring back this one large piece of wood.
As the charred carbon on the outside was scraped off, the original appearance inside was revealed.
Like the branches of all trees, the inside of the sweetwood is a pale yellow.
The pale yellow color was surrounded by a green energy, radiating a stronger vitality than wood-based abilities.
Just by looking at it, Zhang Yiming could feel the powerful vitality.
It exudes a vitality far stronger than that emanating from any mutated plant.
Zhang Yiming suddenly realized that perhaps the various divine trees in ancient legends were just mutated plants.
Their powerful effects are not just hearsay; they are very likely real.
Zhang Yiming carefully and gently scraped off a little bit of the pale yellow substance.
Place this small amount of powdery foam on a plate.
On the white jade plate, there are tiny specks of yellow; without close inspection, you can't even tell there are wood shavings on it.
The most effective way to check if this licorice can bring the dead back to life is to eat it directly.
Zhang Yiming is now practically a corpse, devoid of any life force; he's a walking dead.
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