A cool black motorcycle sped along the road.
Zhang Yiming was wearing a motorcycle helmet, which made him look like he was doing it.
The speed looked like it was going 80 miles per hour.
In reality, it's only half of half.
If you don't look at Leng Yebai pedaling the motorcycle next to him, and Bai Yifan gliding on a skateboard.
Zhang Yiming looks like a heartless racing machine.
In the very end.
Zhang Yiming finally couldn't hold back any longer.
He stopped the vehicle abruptly, and to the astonishment of Bai Xizhu and the other two, he tied the bicycle and Bai Yifan to the back seat of the motorcycle.
The speed was slightly faster than expected.
Bai Yifan gripped the rope tightly, gliding along the skateboard, feeling as if he were already flying.
Leng Yebai could no longer feel any resistance when he kicked the pedals...
Two hours later, the motorcycle slowed down, and the group soon arrived at the sheep village.
From a distance, Sheep Village looks just like it always has—a quiet little village.
Only the Bai family knew that the village was not as peaceful as it appeared.
Last time, the Bai family rescued many survivors. Now, Li Muchen should be keeping many more survivors in captivity.
The motorcycle quickly stopped, and Zhang Yiming put his helmet on it, preparing to walk in.
Leng Yebai parked his bicycle next to the motorcycle, silently took out a large lock, and locked the bicycle in place.
Bai Yifan placed the skateboard next to the bicycle, and after thinking for a moment, he used a rope to tie the skateboard to the bicycle.
Fearing someone might steal the snacks from his backpack, he locked it in the motorcycle's trunk and also took the bronze sword with him.
He needs to hold onto a weapon to feel even a little bit safe.
"Aren't you going to lock it?"
Leng Yebai glanced at Zhang Yiming.
"Need not."
Zhang Yiming tossed his hair, glanced at Leng Yebai locking his bicycle, and his lips twitched almost imperceptibly.
Is this person sick?
Why would you lock up a bicycle in the apocalypse?
Why would a zombie steal a bicycle?
Ignoring Zhang Yiming's strange gaze, Leng Yebai locked his bicycle and then they entered the village together.
"Is the one inside there? Can he sense your presence?" Bai Xizhu asked Zhang Yiming.
“As long as I hide inside, he won’t be able to sense me,” Zhang Yiming said.
Regarding brainwaves, he had never seen one more powerful than his own.
The frequency of brainwaves of marine creatures initially made him somewhat wary.
However, the moment he saw the zombie whale, his thoughts and brainwaves both advanced to a higher level.
Zhang Yiming's gaze fell on Bai Xizhu, and his eyes softened considerably.
It is about protection.
He wanted to protect someone forever.
No matter when, no matter where.
Becoming an emperor on land is far from enough.
The word "guardian" has absolutely nothing to do with zombies.
But it is precisely because of the power of protection that he stays true to himself and grows stronger and stronger.
"That's good." Bai Xizhu looked at Bai Yifan with a smile and said, "Are you ready? When the time comes, you must beat the zombie king with all your might!"
Bai Yifan gripped the bronze sword in his hand nervously, subconsciously covering its surface with his supernatural power.
The bronze sword emitted a faint yellow light, within which there was also the faint fluorescence unique to bronze embroidery.
However, in Bai Yifan's hands, this thing looked like a large, cheap, glowing toy, without any deterrent effect.
"No."
Bai Yifan shook his head vigorously.
"Looks like you're ready. You go first, good luck!"
Bai Xizhu pushed Bai Yifan, who was standing next to her, to the front.
Bai Yifan immediately turned around and looked at Zhang Yiming and Leng Yebai for help.
I hope these two people can say a good word for me.
My sister has gone completely mad!
He's just a Tier 1 ability user, why send him to fight the zombie king?
"come on."
Looking at Bai Yifan's pitiful expression, Leng Yebai uttered two words indifferently.
You can do it.
Zhang Yiming was better than Leng Yebai; his smile was gentle, and he even had one more word than Leng Yebai.
But Bai Yifan felt that the expression on Brother Zhang's face was very similar to the way he looked when he was seeing him for the last time.
Bai Yifan silently rolled his eyes.
Alright, these two can't beat my older sister.
He could only continue walking into the village, his legs trembling.
At this moment, only this greenish sword, covered in bronze rust, could offer him a little comfort.
"roar--"
A zombie's roar suddenly rang out.
Bai Yifan immediately pointed his sword forward, looked for a long time, and finally saw an ordinary old zombie in the bushes next to him, following the sound.
The old zombie carried a basket on its back, its rotting fingers tightly gripping a sickle. The sickle flew aimlessly through the air, occasionally cutting a few weeds.
The old zombie's stiff, rotting fingers twitched twice in the air, barely managing to grab a blade of grass, which it symbolically tossed into its basket.
It wasn't thrown in; the basket is still empty.
It didn't seem discouraged and continued swinging its sickle.
Those scarlet eyes remained fixed on the group.
Its brain yearned to devour the flesh and blood before it, but it did not pounce on Bai Xizhu and the others.
A suppressed growl escaped its throat, revealing that it was nearing its breaking point.
Bai Xizhu could sense that for a moment, those eyes lost their blank expression.
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