A familiar young boy appeared behind him, his skin covered with blue-gray mycelium.
There was a throbbing deep in my blood, and my eyes felt hot for some reason.
The zombie king Tai Sui blinked, roared, and mercilessly blew the mold's minions to pieces.
The mold, which failed to play the emotional card, retreated in embarrassment. The zombie king, who won the second round, roared to the sky, and transparent liquid flowed across his face.
But zombies don't shed tears, it's just rain.
More than half a year later, after an earthquake destroyed most of the Drought Zombie Great Wall, dark clouds reappeared in the sky above the Nantang Base.
It's raining.
"Where's the base commander?"
"Meet the monsters on the ground."
"Where's the second-in-command?"
"He also went to fight the enemy, taking people over 35 years old with him."
The person who now appeared in front of the public was the third in command, a man with a stern face who looked to be no more than twenty years old.
The base commander is in charge of the overall situation, which is the belief of the entire Nantang base.
The second-in-command is in charge of logistics and administration, and he is responsible for personnel scheduling and food distribution.
The third-in-command, Fu Yuan, is responsible for the defense of the entire base and is...the direct superior of the armed guards of the entire base.
The hero has died bravely, will the one left behind be the savior?
Fu Yuan's ability is liquid manipulation, which allows him to condense water and control liquids containing water.
It is the trump card that has kept the Nantang base hidden until now without being destroyed, and it is also the fundamental reason why he can sit here well after the deaths of the top and second-in-command.
Fu Yuan gulped down the broth in his bowl, then wiped the greasy corners of his mouth with a piece of toilet paper and asked the people around him, "How many people are there in the base now? How much food is left?"
"There were originally 12,888 people in the base. Those over 35 and under 15 were taken away. The mutated Tai Sui ate 30 of them, so there are now over 5,700 left. The food... should be enough for everyone to eat for a month."
Fu Yuan pondered, "...There are still too many people. Only two hundred strong men with good genes will be left, and the rest will be killed.
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