He thought that once he returned home, things would be the same as before, and he would feel much more at ease and wouldn't feel so lonely.
You can brag to your childhood friends that you've gained amazing superpowers, just like in the zombie movies you watched as a kid.
They assumed the villagers would praise and commend him as before.
Because he can use his abilities to ensure that the villagers no longer have to worry about being harassed by zombies.
They said he was the only college graduate from a prestigious university in their village, very promising, and able to protect everyone in the apocalypse, so that all the children in the village should learn from him!
In fact, he had already become the enemy of the villagers even before he entered the village.
Before he even reached the village, the villagers were already on guard against him, because behind him stood the zombie colleagues he had brought back.
He thought that going home meant going home, and no matter when, no matter what he became, home would always be his home, and would never refuse him his return.
But when his father saw the zombies behind him, although he didn't carry an axe like the other villagers, a hint of fear could still be seen in his eyes.
The zombies that terrified the villagers were his colleagues, who, like him, were also zombies.
Does this mean that both his father and the villagers were terrified of his existence?
This made him feel even more gloomy as he prepared to go home.
Since he can't go home, he might as well turn everyone here into zombies. That way, he might not be so lonely.
Just like before, the whole village was together.
That day, he controlled a large number of zombies and surrounded the villagers.
Then they turned the villagers into zombies one by one.
He felt no joy of victory, nor did he feel that the relationship between him and the villagers had become closer after they turned into zombies.
He realized that there was no way for him to communicate with those ordinary zombies; they were monsters, bloodthirsty monsters.
So he didn't turn his father into a zombie.
It wasn't about the so-called father-son affection; it was just that he felt too lonely being the only conscious person in such a large village.
The more deserted the village was, the more he thought about what had happened before.
His workplace is very close to the sea. He has never been able to swim, rarely went surfing when he was human, and never learned to swim.
The main problem was that his family was too poor. From childhood to adulthood, he couldn't compare to others in anything except academics.
Even after starting work, I remained very frugal, always feeling that spending money on entertainment was a luxury.
So, after he turned into a zombie, he went to the beach by himself.
Zombies don't need to breathe, so he learned to swim with ease.
That was probably his happiest day as a zombie, but also his most terrifying.
Because he saw a scene at the bottom of the sea that he would never forget.
He frantically fled the seabed and never dared to approach the shore again.
Every time he thought about that day, fear began to creep into his heart. He had already died once, and if he were to die again, he would truly be dead.
Even on land, he was still afraid. One day, the creatures in the sea would come ashore. At that time, how could human superhumans defeat those terrifying creatures in the ocean?
So he began teaching the ordinary zombies in the village how to improve their strength.
Ordinary zombies can easily increase their strength; they just need to keep devouring flesh and blood.
He could have controlled the zombies to hunt humans everywhere, but he didn't.
He felt he should keep a low profile because there were three very powerful zombie kings in Shanghai. They were a family of three, and any one of them could easily control him with their brainwaves and make him submit.
He didn't want to submit; he wanted to have his own power... to protect himself.
The thought of what he would see in the sea made him even more anxious.
Zombies cannot evolve without consuming flesh and blood.
So he started capturing people from the surrounding villages, taking them to the homes of the zombie villagers they raised, and feeding them their blood every day. The zombie villagers would gradually become stronger than ordinary zombies.
All he really needed to do was absorb the crystal core.
But he couldn't control his instincts, and the blood of ordinary humans made him very picky, so he started capturing some people with superpowers.
It can both alleviate one's bloodlust and enhance one's strength.
The blood of superhumans is much better than the blood of ordinary people!
Li Muchen sat on the sofa, ignoring the commotion outside, and reached out to take a wine glass from the table.
The red liquid in the glass was alluringly red, and as Li Muchen swirled it, the red liquid churned and rolled inside.
Li Muchen took a small sip, his throat moved slightly, and unable to be elegant, he opened his mouth wide the next second and eagerly poured the liquid into his mouth.
His eyes radiated a violent ferocity, and his bloodlust reached its peak.
The red blood in the cup made him utterly devastated.
Not enough, not enough...
He needs more.
Some red liquid dripped from the corner of his mouth. Li Muchen wiped his mouth with his hand and licked the red liquid clean.
Only after all the red blood had been swallowed did Li Muchen's eyes regain their clarity.
Glug glug-glug
My stomach started rumbling.
Li Muchen rubbed his stomach, which he couldn't quite describe as full, and looked out of the courtyard. Looking out the window of the second floor, he could only vaguely see the base of a blue bus.
Li Muchen straightened his clothes, slowly stood up, and walked downstairs step by step.
Behind him followed a dozen or so zombies dressed in suits and with ferocious faces.
Upon reaching the first floor, the hideous zombies paused slightly, taking one last, reluctant look at a room.
"Hehe, you're hungry too, aren't you?" Li Muchen chuckled softly and continued, "Don't worry, there are several superhumans outside. I'll give you one in a bit!"
The grotesque zombies let out a low growl, their voices incredibly suppressed.
Li Muchen walked in the first place with a faint smile on his face. He kept rubbing his right thumb and forefinger back and forth, and his slender fingers looked incredibly pleasing to the eye.
The sun had begun to set, and the last rays of its rays drifted across the sky.
The afterglow of the setting sun dyed the entire sky red, making it look incredibly beautiful.
If it were a young person with a refined taste for poetry and literature, they would surely find this scene beautiful and recite the line, "The sunset glows and the lone wild goose flies together; the autumn water blends with the vast sky."
Li Muchen squinted at the sun, which was about to disappear below the horizon, a look of confusion on his face.
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