The dilapidated car moved slowly forward under the moonlight.
The car occasionally emitted a feeble, groaning sound to indicate that it was nearing its limit.
Zombie King Zhang Yiming expressionlessly floored the accelerator, propelling the car forward at top speed.
A sack of crystal cores was placed on the back seat, and black blood dripped slowly from the car door onto the ground.
Under the moonlight, the small, dark brown dots stretched far into the distance.
Zombie King Zhang Yiming looked ahead, and a wicked smile suddenly appeared on his lips.
The dilapidated car was parked on the side of the road.
It seems to be waiting for someone.
Less than ten minutes later, a black motorcycle sped towards us from afar.
Along with the roar of the motorcycle, there were also several hurried footsteps.
From a distance, a gentle-looking young man sat calmly on a motorcycle, which was being driven to its maximum speed.
Under the bright moonlight, several dark figures followed behind the motorcycle.
The motorcycle was going very fast, and the figures kept up with it without falling behind.
No one has fallen behind.
These figures were moving very fast, but their running posture was not standard, and their bodies were in a strangely twisted state.
It runs with exaggerated gestures, unlike a normal human running, yet its speed is comparable to that of a motorcycle.
Such bodies are common in the end times.
It's a zombie.
A zombie that can catch up with a motorcycle traveling at high speed must be a high-level zombie.
Zhang Yiming twisted the motorcycle handlebars almost all the way to the limit; under normal circumstances, even the world record-breaking sprinter might not be able to catch up with him.
These strangely grotesque zombies, however, managed to keep up with the speed of the motorcycle.
Zombie King Zhang Yiming glanced at the boy riding a bicycle in the moonlight, his sharp eyes lingering on Zhang Yiming's face for a moment.
A hint of nostalgia lingered in his sharp eyes.
At that time, he could still be considered "clean".
It has never devoured flesh and blood, nor has it destroyed security bases or deliberately harmed and tortured humans; it has no notorious reputation.
A mad glint flashed in Zhang Yiming's eyes, and a wicked smile curled at the corners of his mouth.
I really want to be who I am now!
The black motorcycle stopped next to the dilapidated car of Zombie King Zhang Yiming.
The high-level zombies who had followed stood obediently to the side, looking down at the ground, timid and hesitant.
They dared not look directly at the zombie king, Zhang Yiming, nor did they dare to look at Zhang Yiming.
They were all emperors.
The aura emanating from each of them rendered them utterly powerless to resist.
This is fear that comes from instinct.
Where is that person?
Zhang Yiming glanced at the sack on the back seat of the dilapidated car, his voice cold.
"They ran away."
Zombie King Zhang Yiming opened the car door, his tall and imposing figure emerging from the car. He leaned gently against the car, exuding a faint aura of malevolence.
The Zombie King, Zhang Yiming, could intimidate zombies for miles around just by standing there.
This is the true emperor, the emperor who once ruled over billions of zombies in the apocalypse.
Zhang Yiming frowned slightly. "Are there any other clues?"
"Nothing yet. We didn't find any useful clues in the zombies' heads. You should have been able to glean the rest from the zombies' heads. That person's name is Wang Ge."
Zombie King Zhang Yiming lowered his eyes to look at his slender fingers, which twitched slightly, a wicked smile playing on his lips.
"Okay, I understand."
Zhang Yiming nodded expressionlessly, feeling a pang of regret.
As soon as he learned that the area was under attack, he immediately brought his best men over, but it was too late.
Zhang Yiming saw the crystal core on the dilapidated car but didn't ask where the zombies that attacked Xiaozhu had gone.
Whether it's the Zombie King Zhang Yiming or someone else, the outcome will be the same.
Those zombies all have to die.
There's no reason why.
"You've never eaten flesh and blood, have you?"
Zombie King Zhang Yiming was still staring at his long, slender fingers, his voice coming from his throat, sounding somewhat muffled.
"No."
Zhang Yiming subconsciously swallowed, his fingers tightening slightly.
After consuming licorice, his craving for flesh and blood intensified.
Fortunately, he was able to control himself.
I am a bit tired.
The thought of his body becoming filthy after devouring flesh and blood allowed Zhang Yiming to quickly suppress the raging emotions in his mind.
I am already so wretched, I must not become a monster that devours flesh and blood.
He would rather die than let her see him in such a wretched state.
“I’ve tasted it, and over the years I’ve enjoyed it every day. It’s delicious and satisfies the emotions that have been raging in my mind.”
Zombie King Zhang Yiming slowly closed his eyes, seemingly recalling the wonderful experience of devouring flesh and blood; his voice was filled with ecstasy.
The malevolent aura emanating from him materialized, colder than the moonlight streaming down from the sky.
"You regret it."
Zhang Yiming looked coldly at the face in front of him that looked exactly like his own.
No one knows him better than himself.
If she really died, at the moment when he was most powerless, he would surely seek revenge on everyone.
Even unarmed humans will all go to hell.
only……
Zhang Yiming looked at the Zombie King. Zhang Yiming's eyes flickered almost imperceptibly.
"Yes! I really regret it. I never thought I could go back to the past, back to this world where she is." Zombie King Zhang Yiming suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes filled with longing. "If I had known I could come back, I would definitely..."
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