The Zombie King's temples are no harder than those of ordinary zombies.
The sharp fingernails easily pierced the zombie king's temple, then touched something hard.
It is the crystal core belonging to the Zombie King.
For a moment, Xiao Song's zombie-like face paused, his expression blank.
Fragmented images kept replaying in my mind.
In the scene, a person's face gradually overlaps with the face of the zombie king on the ground, who no longer has a crystal core.
Little Song, the zombie, stared blankly at his palm.
A pale purple crystal core lay quietly in the rotting hand, and the aura within it gave it a very familiar feeling.
A good teacher in life.
Or perhaps a long-lost friend.
Its rotting face twitched twice. It felt as if it had made a wrong decision, but it couldn't understand what that wrong decision meant.
It's probably wrong, isn't it?
But what if it doesn't do that?
"roar……"
Little Song, the zombie, let out a low growl, unaware of the emotions that suddenly surged in his mind, or the reason for them.
A torrent of emotions with nowhere to vent.
It wanted to recall something, yet didn't want to think about anything.
Where is the answer?
As soon as Xiao Song, the zombie, looked down, he saw the crystal core in his hand.
Without any deliberate absorption, the pale purple crystal core began to release supernatural power.
Holding the crystal core, Little Song, the zombie, became the first beneficiary.
A massive amount of energy began to flow into Xiao Song's zombie brain, accompanied by some gradually forming memories.
The little blue zombie glanced at the little Song zombie who was absorbing the crystal core, but did not disturb it. It also took out a crystal core and began to absorb the supernatural energy.
As the crystal core turned to dust, the wounds on the little blue zombie's body instantly became smooth and clean again.
The large chunk of flesh that was missing from her face has been filled in, and her face has returned to its fair and tender state.
The blue dress had turned somewhat black and purple, creating a stark contrast with her fair skin under the lighting.
The little blue zombie frowned subconsciously. Although she couldn't smell the stench of decay, she was still very clean.
Ignoring the little zombie Song who was absorbing supernatural powers, he turned around and went to the nearest clothing store to pick out clothes.
I have to look my best before I go to see Xiaozhuzhu.
"Hehe--"
The zombie Xiao Song's chest cavity emitted a unique gurgling sound characteristic of zombies.
The energy within the pale purple crystal core in the decaying hand had been completely reduced to dust, which dissipated with a gust of wind.
The rotting flesh on Xiao Song's face had begun to scab over, and even the white skin the size of a fingernail had been exposed on his forehead.
Those eyes were fixed on Captain Zhu's corpse, remaining motionless for a long time.
Finally, a heavy sigh rose from his throat.
Little Song, the zombie, reached out and grabbed Captain Zhu's corpse, pulling it to the side.
It hasn't completely become the Zombie King yet; it still has a long way to go before it reaches the level of Little Blue Zombie.
As long as you stay by Zhang Yiming's side, it's only a matter of time.
Its limbs weren't flexible enough, and it took it a lot of effort to drag Captain Zhu's body aside.
A hand, still covered with bits of rotting flesh, began digging a hole in the ground.
One blow after another, bits of black, rotting flesh occasionally fell into the pit, making the yellow soil filthy.
Little Song, the zombie, wanted to make the pit cleaner, but he couldn't get rid of the mud mixed with rotting flesh and black blood.
Black blood always flowed from his hands, and rotten flesh always fell off.
Xiao Song, the zombie, dug for a long time but couldn't find a single pit without a trace of black blood.
What finally appeared before it was just a dark, gaping pit.
In the end, Little Song the zombie gave in, finally realizing that it was impossible for him to create a clean pit.
Captain Zhu's body was pushed into the pit little by little by Xiao Song's zombie, and then buried under the black soil.
Finally, the last image of Captain Zhu in this world is a small grave mound.
No human would want to approach this burial mound, because it is covered with black soil and mixed with bits of rotting flesh.
The zombie Xiao Song stiffly controlled his limbs, kneeling halfway in front of Captain Zhu's grave.
Images flashed through my mind.
He met Captain Zhu on the day he joined the team after graduating from university. Captain Zhu had been in the bureau for many years and was a veteran. He was respected, solved cases extremely quickly, and was a very good person.
Everyone speaks highly of him.
At that time, Xiao Song had just graduated from school and knew nothing, but he was full of enthusiasm. Under Captain Zhu's leadership, he also became a responsible team member.
Captain Zhu was his mentor on his life's journey, as well as a good teacher and helpful friend in his daily life.
If the apocalypse hadn't happened, Captain Zhu would have retired honorably decades later, and Xiao Song would have become a reliable figure like Captain Zhu.
After the apocalypse broke out, he and Captain Zhu escorted the people of the city away from there. Along the way, every surviving member of their team took this as their duty.
Despite the fear, they still forged ahead.
Gradually, Captain Zhu changed.
The mutated rat swarm killed almost everyone, making their previous actions of protecting everyone a joke.
Only by becoming truly powerful can one become a guardian deity of a region.
Xiao Song knew that Captain Zhu had fallen into his own obsession and only wanted to become that guardian deity. Whether it was for justice or against his conscience, his choice was the only one.
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