Zhang Yiming's eyes darkened. He put his clothes down again, picked up the hibiscus leaf, and sat down at the writing desk.
There was a thick stack of papers in the drawer, covered with dense writing in neat handwriting, all written by Zhang Yiming.
The surface was covered with dense writing, containing various obscure chemical symbols, and one could also vaguely make out words like "the land of immortals" and "Ganmu".
Besides the records about sweetwood, it also describes many rare and exotic plants.
In order to become human, he not only devoted himself to researching antidotes, but also dabbled in legendary exotic flowers and herbs.
He had no other wish but to become human, and he used all his strength to search for it.
The hibiscus tree is a sacred tree in human history and legend.
The leaves have a vibrant life force, unlike those of the sweetwood.
However, Ganmu is a divine tree in the land of the immortals.
Zhang Yiming's fingers tightened slightly.
One is a sacred tree in human history, and the other is a sacred tree in the land of immortality.
These two things seem to be contradictory.
The Divine Tree heals people, while the Ambrosia of the Land of the Undying seems to only make zombies more like zombies.
His slender fingers wrote one delicate character after another on the blank paper, but the conclusions he wrote were never the result he most desired.
After a long while, Zhang Yiming let out a heavy sigh.
Zhang Yiming looked up at the courtyard next door. It was late at night, and all he could see was the blue and white bus still parked there.
You can still faintly hear laughter and cheerful voices coming from inside the house.
They were truly happy that Leng Yebai had become human.
Zhang Yiming's eyes darkened. If he were to become human, would anyone be happy for him?
Looking up at the sky, filled with countless stars, Zhang Yiming concealed the sorrow in his eyes and regained his warm and gentle demeanor.
Well, he's already become like this.
Before he became human, why would he have any desires for such things?
Zhang Yiming took out a white butterfly-shaped bookmark from his pocket and gently stroked it in his hand.
Xiaozhu left this bookmark in the school library and forgot to take it out.
Perhaps this was just a small trinket that Xiaozhu had forgotten, but for him, it was a ray of light in the darkest moment of his life.
This holds many fond memories for him.
Countless times, he longed to return to his university days, to that beautiful time when he watched her study.
Just watching quietly was his greatest wish.
It's late at night.
The neighborhood has finally returned to peace.
Zhang Yiming carefully put the butterfly-shaped bookmark back into his pocket and began fiddling with the various strange instruments in his room.
He cut a small piece of mulberry leaf, placed it in a petri dish, then cut his finger and dripped his black blood into it.
As expected, the petri dish was instantly burned through, leaving a hole and corroding a large area of the tabletop.
When the black blood came into contact with the mulberry leaves, it boiled like boiling water.
Zhang Yiming tidied the table expressionlessly and continued his experiment.
The long night was unbearable for the zombies.
The night has always been the hardest time to endure.
Aside from conducting experiments, there is only endless longing.
After taking licorice, my heart aches terribly every time I reminisce about the past.
Zhang Yiming would then conduct various experiments to alleviate his heavy heart.
Zhang Yiming conducted experiment after experiment. Around 3 a.m., the gate of the courtyard made a soft sound.
Zhang Yiming paused slightly in the petri dish, placed it on the table, and picked up the crystal core that was placed to the side.
Her fair hands were covered in cuts from a knife, from which black blood flowed.
The crystal core instantly turned to ashes, and the scars healed instantly as well.
As long as there is a crystal core, zombies have abnormal healing abilities.
Zhang Yiming walked out of his room and went straight into the courtyard.
They ran right into Leng Yebai, who was entering the courtyard.
Under the cold moonlight, the two men had stern faces. They glanced at each other, seemingly aware of each other's intentions.
The courtyard gate opened again, and two handsome men walked side by side on the path in the zombie village.
The cool moonlight shone on their faces, but neither of them showed any expression.
It would be strange if you could even show an expression when facing a love rival.
"The person we ran into at noon today was not you."
Leng Yebai's icy voice was even colder than the moon in the sky, and he spoke with certainty.
"It's not me, you need to be careful of him."
Zhang Yiming's voice was even colder and clearer than Leng Yebai's.
"who is he?"
Leng Yebai frowned slightly.
"The one who'll take your dog's life."
Zhang Yiming spoke in a cool and aloof manner, spouting childish nonsense, while his eyes narrowed slightly.
If that's the case, it would actually be pretty cool.
Just thinking about it made Zhang Yiming want to laugh out loud.
Leng Yebai: ...
“That person is a person, not you.” Leng Yebai already had a guess in his mind, “He is you from the future.”
He knew that Xiaozhu's grandparents came from the future, so time travel didn't seem impossible.
In addition, he sensed Zhang Yiming's brainwaves at close range at noon, and they were almost identical to Zhang Yiming's.
It's just a bit more violent.
This was just Leng Yebai's guess. When he said it aloud and saw that Zhang Yiming didn't seem surprised at all, he knew he was right.
"Is time travel this easy now?"
Leng Yebai couldn't help but make a comment.
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