Zhang Yiming rubbed his temples hard, feeling the pain in his head, before standing up and slowly walking towards his courtyard.
The entire village was eerily quiet. When Zhang Yiming released his brainwaves, the zombies trembled even more violently than before.
They have no consciousness; it's an instinct inherent in their decaying bodies.
At the entrance to the courtyard, the little blue zombie was still standing there.
From afar, it spotted Zhang Yiming walking towards it step by step.
Her blank gaze lingered on him for a brief moment before immediately looking away.
It huddled by the doorway, its rotting face bowed, waiting for Zhang Yiming to pass by, just as it always had.
In most cases, Zhang Yiming wouldn't even glance at it.
Occasionally, Zhang Yiming would glance at it, his eyes filled with coldness.
When Zhang Yiming looked at the zombies, he only had a cold gaze.
Even though he is the zombie king, he hates zombies just like humans do.
The rotting flesh reminded him that the blood in his body was also black.
It would remind him of his own filthy body.
As usual, the little blue zombie stared blankly at Zhang Yiming's feet.
Each time, the owner of these feet never stopped, but simply continued walking forward on his own.
And this time...
It made the god it revered stop.
The feet stopped right in front of it, so close that it seemed one could reach out and touch them.
The rotting finger trembled slightly, but dared not extend it. Instead, it bowed its head even more devoutly, awaiting the instructions of the gods.
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