Zhang Yiming looked up at the sky, where the yellow sun hung quietly.
It wasn't dazzling, but it made him squint unconsciously.
He subconsciously retained human habits.
It seems that this will make him more and more like a human being.
At that time, he will not become human again, but rather he, as a human, will have contracted a serious illness and finally recovered.
The zombie's eyes cannot perceive any pain; even looking directly at the sun, it feels nothing.
Zhang Yiming stretched out his finger and pressed it against his chest.
The heart had long since stopped beating.
His mind was in turmoil.
After standing there for a long time, Zhang Yiming regained his expressionless demeanor, the shock and anger in his eyes had disappeared.
However, a faint aura of hostility still lingered around him.
This aura of ferocity enveloped him; it was the first time he, who was usually gentle and kind, had been so violent.
He never imagined that he could use his powerful brainwaves to control zombies and rule the world.
No matter how powerful he is as a zombie, all he wants is to become human, nothing more.
Just because he doesn't do it doesn't mean it's impossible.
If anyone dares to touch the sun in their heart, they can turn this world into a zombie paradise, so what?
Zhang Yiming's long legs moved in one direction, his tall and upright figure resembling a wolf king in the dark night.
Powerful yet aloof.
In a zombie village.
Zhang Yiming sat in the chair, slowly closed his eyes, and tapped the table with his fingers intermittently.
This is a gesture that Zhang Yiming makes when he's thinking.
Knock knock knock.
The desktop and my fingers made a dull thud.
Fan Tangtang, who was in the courtyard, kept shrinking his head back in response to the noise.
That's terrifying.
After Brother Zhang went out for a while, he returned with an increasingly sharp and aggressive aura.
The aura emanating from Brother Zhang before was also very powerful, but it wasn't this violent.
He can barely even calculate what one plus one equals anymore.
Fan Tangtang blinked, secretly glanced in the direction of the living room, quietly put down his pen, and slowly moved outwards.
The closer he got to Brother Zhang, the more uncontrollably he trembled at that powerful aura.
The problem can't be solved.
Then have some fun!
Grandpa Fan, his face covered in rotting flesh, trembled as he quietly followed Fan Tangtang outside.
Even if he wanted to go outside, Fan Tangtang wouldn't dare to sneak out without Brother Zhang's permission.
Since his identity was exposed at the Fire Phoenix Security Base, he has hardly left the village.
He wanted to go out and play, so he asked his parents to put in a good word for him and get Brother Zhang's permission.
But her parents didn't speak up for her, saying that staying in the village was the safest option.
He didn't know why it wasn't safe outside, after all, he thought he was pretty capable!
He could only stand at the gate and chat with the blue-clad zombie girl standing there.
"Hello!" Fan Tangtang greeted the blue-clad zombie girl obediently, then stared at her face for a long time before saying, "Little Blue, you look a little different today than yesterday. Your face has rotted a bit more!"
Fan Tangtang blinked his dark eyes, a hint of confusion in his expression.
This little blue zombie stood at the gate, too afraid to go in or leave. Exposed to the wind and sun every day, its face began to rot more and more severely.
Ordinary zombies that don't devour flesh and blood will become increasingly worse off, with more and more rotting flesh appearing.
The little blue zombie just stood at the door, neither devouring flesh nor absorbing crystal cores, and seemed to be getting dumber and dumber.
The blue-clad zombie girl had a blank stare with a hint of confusion in her eyes. When Fan Tangtang approached, she still trembled with fear.
It was just an ordinary zombie, while Fan Tangtang was already the Zombie King; they were not even on the same level.
The little blue zombie's rotting toes twitched slightly, pointing outwards, as if it were about to leave at any moment.
No matter how much the aura emanating from Fan Tangtang made the zombies tremble, the little blue zombie only shifted uneasily in its original spot and did not leave.
His empty eyes stared blankly into the courtyard, devoid of any expression, as if he were expecting something.
The little blue zombie couldn't talk, but Fan Tangtang wasn't bored. He just lay down by the door and chatted with it.
Grandpa Fan, the zombie, stood motionless behind Fan Tangtang, without any expression.
In the courtyard.
An ordinary zombie wearing a black windbreaker had a broom tied to its stiff fingers.
It moved with stiff steps, the broom barely managing to rub the ground back and forth, following its rigid body.
It could be considered cleaning, albeit barely.
Captain Zhu has offended the higher-ups at the Fire Phoenix Security Base because of Xiao Song's zombie project.
It showed no emotion whatsoever, staring blankly as it "cleaned" the yard.
Fan Liping and his wife were brushing shoes in the yard.
There were more than a dozen pairs of shoes in the yard, all of them black.
These are all Grandpa Fan's zombie shoes.
Even though he had turned into a rotting zombie, Fan Liping and his wife still treated him as a human being.
She changes her clothes and shoes every day.
Grandpa Fan, among the rotting zombies, is the cleanest one, except for the man in the suit.
As Fan Liping brushed his shoes, he glanced up at the living room and then furtively looked at the doorway.
I was slightly puzzled.
Zhang Yiming went out on a motorcycle, so why did he walk back?
Doesn't he cherish his motorcycle very much?
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