Whether it was an illusion or not, Zhang Yiming could sense the sigh within the blood-red crystal core and the ancient glory of its owner.
A relic from ancient times, the crystal core in Zhu Jiuyin's brain.
It is because of this crystal core that Wang Ge's ancestors have passed down the idea of creating gods generation after generation.
Perhaps from the very beginning, their lineage's purpose was not to indiscriminately capture and experiment on humans, but to benefit humanity.
But human greed is incredibly complex, and now it has come down to nothing more than self-interest.
Zhang Yiming looked at Wang Ge's gradually cooling corpse, a look of bewilderment flashing in his eyes.
Destroying the True God Research Institute won't be too difficult; everything is almost over.
Why was he so incompetent in his past life, failing to protect her and allowing these people who fantasize about being gods to harm him?
A surge of overwhelming hatred welled up within him, but it was directed solely at himself.
He always resented himself.
Zhang Yiming covered his eyes with his fingers, and two lines of clear liquid slid down, only to be quickly wiped away by his fingers.
When he lowered his hand, the murderous aura emanating from him grew even heavier.
Zhang Yiming, the zombie king who turned the world into a living hell, has returned.
When humans encounter great misfortune, the brain will produce a self-protective mechanism, imagining that the unfortunate event has not yet happened.
This is why some people seem indifferent at first after losing a loved one, continuing to eat and drink as usual.
Only after some time has passed, when he truly realizes that his loved ones are gone, will he burst into tears.
This applies to humans, and it also applies to zombies.
Zhang Yiming gently rolled up his sleeves, his expression calm.
Zombies should look like zombies—cold, cruel, and devoid of any emotion…right?
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