“You should plunge the dagger into my temple, then cut out my crystal core and absorb it all. That way, your strength will skyrocket.” Zombie King Zhang Yiming glanced at the dagger in Zhang Yiming’s hand, his voice laced with a hint of evil. “You may let me go, but I will not let you go. As long as I am still in this world, I will one day replace you.”
The Zombie King Zhang Yiming's compassion had long been completely exhausted in the apocalypse.
Now, he's capable of anything as long as he can stay in this world.
"The gamble isn't over yet." Zhang Yiming lightly wiped the black blood from the dagger and continued, "Didn't you want to know if killing me would have any consequences for you?"
Zombie King Zhang Yiming wants to stay in this world and become the one and only Zhang Yiming.
But they are all Zhang Yiming. When the Zhang Yiming of the past dies, will the Zhang Yiming of the future still exist?
This theory has not yet been verified.
It is certain that the Zombie King, Zhang Yiming, came from the future, more than a decade in the future. At that time, Xiao Zhu was dead, and the future was hell.
If I'm not mistaken, Xiao Zhu is reborn, which means the past has been disrupted in terms of the future.
The future zombie king, Zhang Yiming, still came.
This indicates that the timeline of Xiaozhu's death is still ongoing.
But Zhang Yiming also reacted after eating Ganmu. He could feel pain, and his brainwaves were also affected.
These two drastically different relationships do not prove whether Zhang Yiming's death would affect the Zombie King Zhang Yiming.
"Yes." Zombie King Zhang Yiming looked dangerously into Zhang Yiming's eyes, his superpowers at their most active state.
They could attack at any time.
He has no manners.
He was just a zombie king who had waited for many years. He had already done so many bad things, so why should he do one or two more things against his conscience?
What does it matter?
What's more, it's about killing your past self.
He just wanted to stay.
“You want to know? I’m curious too.” Zhang Yiming smiled. “Then let’s take a gamble.”
As soon as Zhang Yiming finished speaking, his slender fingers gripped the dagger tightly, while his other hand clenched into a fist and held horizontally in mid-air.
Without hesitation.
The sharp dagger slashed fiercely at the other hand.
The sound of bones clashing against daggers sent chills down your spine.
With a thud.
A fair and slender hand landed on the ground.
Black blood gushed out, splattering onto the face of the zombie king, Zhang Yiming, and Zhang Yiming.
Zhang Yiming's left wrist was empty.
"you!"
Zombie King Zhang Yiming stared in astonishment at the fallen hand on the ground.
He thought the dagger would come at him.
Zhang Yiming glanced calmly at the severed hand, as if he didn't feel the pain in his wrist, and then looked at the left hand of the Zombie King, Zhang Yiming.
After consuming licorice, Zhang Yiming's bodily senses became almost identical to those of a human, except for his black blood.
He could feel the pain in his wrist, but it wasn't a big deal to him.
Even cutting off his hand seemed like a trivial matter to him, and he didn't even frown.
If people have all turned into zombies, what else is there to be afraid of?
"I won. It seems I'm luckier after all."
Zhang Yiming's lips curled up slightly.
Zombie King Zhang Yiming raised his left hand, which slowly became transparent and then disappeared.
My left hand was empty, leaving only a scar.
"impossible!"
Zombie King Zhang Yiming could not accept this result and hurriedly took out a crystal core, which instantly turned into powder in his hand.
No matter how many crystal cores he absorbed, his missing hand could never grow back.
The Zombie King possesses powerful regenerative abilities. As long as its brain is not damaged, no matter how severe the injury, even if only a head remains, it can regenerate a complete body by absorbing crystal cores.
No matter how many crystal cores he absorbed, his left hand remained empty.
Zhang Yiming held the dagger in one hand, wiped it a couple of times on his clean white shirt, and put it away.
Only then did he bend down and pick up his hand that had fallen to the ground.
With a blank expression, he placed his palm on his wrist, and after a short while, his palm grew back onto Zhang Yiming's arm.
Zhang Yiming wiped the black blood from his wrist, moved his left hand, and it was completely healed.
Zhang Yiming didn't look at Zombie King Zhang Yiming again, nor did he make another move. He calmly moved the sack of crystal cores that Zombie King Zhang Yiming had placed in the wrecked car to his motorcycle, and then rode away.
Zombie King Zhang Yiming stared intently at Zhang Yiming's back, his empty wrist standing in front of him.
One minute later.
A blurry phantom appeared on the empty wrist, which then slowly solidified into a solid form.
Zombie King Zhang Yiming's left hand has returned.
The face of the Zombie King, Zhang Yiming, was terrifyingly gloomy.
This means that Zhang Yiming from the past and he are truly connected.
In fact, he should have realized it sooner: Zhang Yiming had taken Ganmu, and his own body had also changed.
He is in this world again, and the two of them share the same life.
But he still wanted to kill Zhang Yiming, feeling that by killing him, he would become the only Zhang Yiming in this world and would not be corrected by this world.
The feeling of deceiving oneself is quite funny.
Zombie King Zhang Yiming stood rooted to the spot, his fingers clenched tightly together.
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