My thoughts are churning.
Zhang Yiming could no longer distinguish whether he was the future zombie king Zhang Yiming, or the Zhang Yiming who had not yet devoured flesh and blood.
The resentment emanating from him could not be calmed down.
The nasal cavity was filled with the scent of flesh and blood emanating from Bai Xizhu and Leng Yebai.
The body, which had never consumed flesh and blood, began to have a strong craving to consume flesh and blood.
Images of the zombie king Zhang Yiming devouring flesh and blood flashed through his mind.
Bloody scenes unfolded before Zhang Yiming's eyes.
The red flesh and blood exuded a strong, bloody stench. He stood amidst the piles of flesh and blood, watching the terrified expressions on the faces of the ants.
A surge of joy welled up inside me.
The zombie minions would serve him the most delicious flesh and blood, and he would eat it without hesitation, savoring the satisfaction it brought him.
The last shot focuses on the face of a child who looks only five or six years old.
His face was covered in the blood of his loved ones, and a horde of zombies surrounded him, ready to tear him apart at any moment.
He didn't wail; he just stood there, stunned, watching his parents being torn apart by zombies.
Red and black blood sprayed onto his face.
His face went from blank to contorted in a ferocious expression.
Until he becomes a walking corpse.
This child is Zhang Yibao.
Zhang Yiming's younger brother, born to the same parents.
Zhang Yiming clenched his fingers tightly, unable to bear recalling the extra parts.
He will be too ruthless and heartless in the future.
Yet it was something he could actually do.
Based on his memories, he naturally committed various bloody acts.
"The future of this world has not yet happened. If you are afraid, you can choose to surrender."
Leng Yebai's fingers remained raised in mid-air, his gaze fixed on Zhang Yiming's clenched fist.
The closer you get to Zhang Yiming, the more you can feel the murderous aura emanating from him.
Leng Yebai had once been a zombie, so he couldn't receive the brainwaves emitted by Zhang Yiming, but he could sense Zhang Yiming's emotions at this moment.
Mania, frenzy, restraint.
"Yes, it hasn't happened yet."
Zhang Yiming rubbed his temples hard, glanced at Bai Xizhu, and then thought of his younger brother who was still alive.
Nothing happened.
In his future memories, Bai Xizhu died. He had no parents, no relatives, no friends, no lover, and completely succumbed to depravity and self-indulgence.
One by one, safe bases were destroyed by hordes of zombies, and he became the zombie king, feared by all.
He had deceived himself because of the high reward offered for the human safety base by those so-called parents, and he did not soften his heart afterward.
Everyone is dead.
The endless killings continued wave after wave.
It took Zhang Yiming a long time to emerge from his memories.
None of this has happened yet; he still has the chance to live in the sunlight.
Zhang Yiming slowly released his grip, his body still radiating a fierce aura, but his face had returned to its former warm and sunny appearance.
But the sorrow in those eyes could never be erased.
"I'm sorry about that."
Zhang Yiming looked between Leng Yebai and Bai Xizhu, unsure whether he was speaking to Leng Yebai or Bai Xizhu.
Zhang Yiming stretched out his finger and reached out to grasp Leng Yebai, who was still suspended in mid-air.
Just as they were about to shake hands, Leng Yebai abruptly withdrew his hand, then clutched his stomach and clung to Bai Xizhu's shoulder.
"Xiao Zhu, my stomach hurts, let's go back quickly!"
As Leng Yebai spoke, he glanced smugly at Zhang Yiming.
Zhang Yiming: ...
That freak should have been killed right then and there.
"Xiaoming, you..."
Bai Xizhu rubbed Leng Yebai's stomach with one hand, hesitating to speak.
Xiao Ming has absorbed the memories of another Zhang Yiming, and he doesn't seem to be in a good state. He is easily influenced by violent emotions, which can interfere with his behavior.
"It's okay, I can handle it."
Zhang Yiming bent down, picked up the helmet he had thrown on the ground, and put it directly on his head.
Only a pair of incredibly gentle-looking eyes were visible.
Those eyes curved slightly, and stars twinkled within them.
"Xiao Zhu, my stomach really hurts."
Leng Yebai leaned his head on Bai Xizhu's shoulder, his tall body leaning against hers, like a mantis shrimp arching its back.
Where does it hurt?
Bai Xizhu's supernatural power overflowed again, and after treating him for a while, she still couldn't find out how serious Leng Yebai's internal injuries were.
The flames didn't burn my skin. It hurt when I was hit, but it's subsided now. It's a little red and swollen, but it should be completely healed in a couple of days.
"Four out of my eight-pack abs are sore."
Leng Yebai pulled Bai Xizhu's hand and placed it on his stomach.
The down jacket had been scorched with a large hole, and only thermal underwear was still stubbornly hanging on her stomach.
Bai Xizhu blushed as soon as she placed her hand on her stomach.
"It's so cold, wear more clothes."
Zhang Yiming grabbed Leng Yebai's hand and pulled him towards himself. Leng Yebai stumbled and was pulled away from Bai Xizhu's side.
Zhang Yiming decisively took off his down jacket and put it directly on Leng Yebai.
He even zipped up the zipper.
He kept his achievements and fame hidden.
Leng Yebai: ...
Bai Xizhu: ...
"Xiao Zhu, I will study the hibiscus leaves carefully. I will let you know if there is any news. I'm leaving now."
Zhang Yiming was wearing a helmet, so his facial expression was not visible, but his eyes remained gentle.
"Ah? Oh! Okay."
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