Black motorcycles sped along the road.
The zombies that had been wandering on the road suddenly left the road in a daze. After the motorcycle passed, the zombies began to wander aimlessly again.
Zhang Yiming gripped the motorcycle handlebars tightly, trying his best to control himself.
Leave here, but don't let go.
His filthy body is unworthy of that light.
Zhang Yiming exuded a violent aura, his thoughts were immersed in a state of rage and madness, and he was on the verge of collapse.
destroy.
The thoughts in his mind made him destroy everything.
This is an instinct inherent to the zombie species.
Bloodthirsty, violent, and insane.
A gentle face flashed through his mind, and Zhang Yiming gradually calmed down.
He knew all too well how painful it was to become like this.
This is hell on earth.
He was already in purgatory, how could he pull her down?
Zhang Yiming glanced back gently in the direction of City D, his thoughts returning to calm.
The motorcycle sped forward until it left the city, at which point Zhang Yiming slowed down.
Occasionally, zombies would appear in front of the motorcycle, but they would give way from a distance.
The usually ferocious zombies stopped roaring and instead dodged the motorcycle in fear.
Zhang Yiming glanced calmly at the zombies ahead and continued walking forward on his own.
"You, come here!"
Zhang Yiming suddenly stopped his motorcycle, his voice slightly cold, and his icy eyes looked at the zombies on the roadside.
This zombie had the same decaying face as other zombies and emitted a nauseating odor.
The only thing that sets it apart from other zombies is its eyes.
Its eyes weren't as dull as other zombies'.
Its eyes darted away, avoiding Zhang Yiming's gaze.
It seemed very afraid of Zhang Yiming, but it still moved little by little to Zhang Yiming's front.
This is a middle-aged male zombie, dressed in a suit and tie, suggesting he was someone who cared about his appearance in life.
After turning into a zombie, its body was filthy, and the smell of rotting flesh was suffocating.
You can tell at a glance that this is a zombie.
Zhang Yiming took a second-tier crystal core from the cloth bag hanging on the motorcycle and handed it to the zombie in the suit.
The zombie looked down at the ground, and slowly stretched out a pair of rotting hands to catch the crystal core in Zhang Yiming's hand.
Under the sunlight, the second-order crystal core emitted a faint blue light, which was incredibly alluring.
A pair of rotting hands held an incomparably alluring crystal core, creating an indescribable sense of incongruity.
A seemingly sunny young man.
A rotting zombie.
The zombie stood frozen in fear, too afraid to move.
The fair-skinned boy had a calm expression.
This scene may seem bizarre to outsiders, but it is real.
Zhang Yiming didn't say anything more to the zombie, started the motorcycle, and sped off on the road again.
The zombie in the suit glanced at the crystal core he was holding, then at the speeding motorcycle, and began to move at breakneck speed.
It closely followed its king.
Zhang Yiming glanced at the rearview mirror and saw the zombies following behind.
My mind is filled with countless thoughts.
Yes, even if he looks like a human and his body is not decaying, it still cannot change his true nature.
He was a zombie.
He longed to become human and wanted to get rid of this filthy body.
He hated being a zombie, yet he kept searching for those strange zombies.
If given the chance, those zombies will develop thoughts just like him.
He observed far too many zombies for this purpose.
Some zombies have no thoughts, only a bloodthirsty instinct.
After zombies evolve to a certain stage, they will develop a little bit of human instinct.
Could it be that when zombies evolve to a certain stage, they might also turn into humans?
Zhang Yiming's expression showed a slight pain.
He clearly has his own thoughts.
Why is his blood black?
Why can't our sense of smell and taste buds detect any other flavors besides flesh and blood?
He wanted to be human, even without any superpowers.
He frantically searched for high-level zombies, simply wanting to help them evolve.
Perhaps, one day, he will find a way to become human.
All he longed for was to return to his pre-apocalyptic physical form.
Even if I can't be with her, as long as I'm not corrupt, that's enough.
In this way, he could openly and honestly shake her hand with his own clean flesh and blood.
Zhang Yiming took a deep breath, returning from his beautiful fantasy to reality, a bitter smile on his lips.
Apart from his taste buds, sense of smell, and blood, he is no different from a human.
They may look almost identical, but in reality, they are separated by a huge chasm.
Zombies gradually began chasing Zhang Yiming from behind the motorcycle.
Zhang Yiming didn't look back, letting them follow him.
The low-level zombies were too slow to keep up and were left behind.
Those who can catch up with motorcycles are all high-level zombies; they are agile and not as sluggish as low-level zombies.
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The family had a wild day outside before finally returning to the safe base.
At night, the stars twinkled.
Three old men were playing Dou Dizhu (a card game) outside the bus, and one of them, Mr. Wang, had white stickers stuck all over his face.
"Old Bai, we're both farmers, and I only have one card left. You're playing a six, which puts me in a difficult position!" Grandpa Wang complained.
“This is my lowest card.” Bai Zhengxuan sighed, rubbing his forehead.
"You're really bad!" Grandpa Wang said, holding a three-card poker card with a look of disdain.
Bai Zhengxuan: ...
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