Chapter 104 Goodbye.
Li Yanli shrugged it off. If he failed, he failed. Anyway, he never intended to do such a task that he didn't know who assigned it to him.
After becoming a zombie, Li Yanli could no longer plunder other people's superpowers from their blood. Fortunately, his superpowers other than plundering remained in his body and could produce the same effects as before.
No one is invincible. Mirror reversal, invisibility, anti-gravity, petrification, self-healing... If he lacks any one of these key abilities, he would die at Bei Ting's hands today.
All the researchers who escaped from Jiangzhou Base, including Dr. Zhao, were hunted down by him. In an era when communication was underdeveloped, time would fade the word "predator".
Even if someone remembered him, they would not forcibly connect the man named Li Yanli with the female zombie today who had nothing to do with his appearance or gender.
But for some smart people who like to deceive others, that may not be the case.
Li Yanli put down his arm, which looked horrible but could no longer convey pain, and closed his eyes.
It doesn’t matter. If he doesn’t admit it and doesn’t lift the illusion, there will only be Anselin in the world.
As time passed, flesh and blood regenerated, energy recovered, the shapeshifting ability took effect, and the false image covered the real face.
The zombie queen Anselin rushed back to the battlefield and pinned the outstanding psychics to the ground one by one. The morale of the zombie army was boosted, and the psychic alliance, which was already weak, fell apart. More and more people were forced to surrender to save their lives under the pressure of death.
Having achieved her goal, Anselin stopped the zombies.
The battlefield was now littered with corpses, a scene as brutal as a mass grave. The zombie army remained numerous, but only a mere twenty or so psychics were still standing.
After the ceasefire, the world became dead silent, and the words spoken in the Zombie King's cold voice were like a slap in the face of the mutant.
"Where do you get the confidence to fight me? If scattered sand is gathered together, isn't it still just sand?"
The psychic gritted his teeth and swallowed the humiliation.
Anselin stepped on the giant Liu Tianyang's shoulders, stood sideways with one hand on her waist, releasing an aura of control over everything.
"I'll give you six months to migrate. After that, I'll continue to recover the crystal cores from each base. Anyone who remains outside District 9 by then will be considered to have volunteered to join my zombie army. Of course, those who can't wait can show up now."
Some people actually peeked in and showed excited expressions.
Anselin's mouth twitched as she added casually, "Besides being unable to reproduce, having your lifespan shortened to between ten and thirty years, having wounds that don't heal, and constantly wanting to suck human blood and eat human flesh but unable to, there aren't many downsides to being a zombie."
The heads that had been raised shrank back down.
Anselin jumped to the ground and kicked Beiting, who was unconscious and covered in footprints from head to toe, towards the human through the air.
"See you in half a year, if you still want to see each other."
After saying the last sentence, she roared at the bottom of her throat, and the high-level zombies responded one after another. The ordinary zombies in the back left first, and the oppressive zombie army like a tide merged into the night, and no one knew where it went.
After the zombies disappeared, the auxiliary psychics who were waiting for the battle to end in the base rushed out and searched for familiar faces among the corpses lying all over the place.
"Commander Bei Ting is still breathing!"
The healing psychic from Area 32 shouted out the news in surprise, only to find that he was the only one in the audience who was happy.
Even if Beiting were alive, it would not change the fact that they had completely failed.
Owl carried the blood-covered and unconscious He Sheng on his back and gently placed him on a stretcher. He placed his palm on his neck and felt his steady pulse, which relaxed his tense mood slightly.
He was alive, and there were no marks of scratches from teeth or nails on his body. All he had were knife wounds, and they were caused by the knife that He Sheng used to use.
Jing Hongyu, the commander of the 15th District, also fell to the ground seriously injured. Two-thirds of his body was burned. He lay face down on the ground with metal knives stuck in his shoulders, palms, and knees.
Patrick helped him look for someone while crying: "Monkey, monkey! Although I always call you a dead monkey, please don't really die. You haven't had a love relationship yet..."
Owl flipped over to a charred corpse, and the other party suddenly moved and grabbed his wrist, which scared him and made him think it was a zombie.
After he shook it off with all his strength, he guessed based on the other party's body shape and facial features that it might be a monkey that had been disfigured beyond recognition by a strong electric shock.
The heavy mood made Owl almost breathless, and the Zombie King even had the energy to use each person's special ability to deal with them separately.
A war with no chance of winning.
Not only him, other psychics also think so.
Each base brought a convoy of healthy people when arriving and took away a convoy of injured people when leaving.
It wasn't a complete failure, they learned a painful lesson.
The worst hit was District 15. After returning home, the psychics discovered that the most capable deputy commander, Ji Lan, had already left for District 9 with half of his men, and the remaining people had made the base a mess, with complaints everywhere.
After waiting for a long time, the main commander finally came back, but he was still in a half-dead state, and District 15 became even more chaotic.
Jing Hongyu, who was still recovering from his injuries, was forced to take on the responsibility, but then found that he was unable to do it.
He had no idea about the daily food standards for 10,000 people, nor did he know which people should be assigned to patrol the power grid every day. He felt a headache when he heard someone fighting someone. He couldn't understand why people would still be in the mood to fight against each other when they were about to die.
The wounded are not cared for, supplies are not distributed fairly, the strong bully the weak and no one upholds justice. The evil of human nature is magnified, and the forces that can suppress them are all recovering from their injuries.
How could it become like this? Jing Hongyu thought desperately.
It's like an important part has fallen off and the whole machine can no longer function.
The part was named Ji Lan, and it said goodbye to the little zombies who had escorted them all the way at the edge of District 9.
Zhou Xue Ning said, "Sister, I won't go in. The smell of living people in there is very strong and can be smelled from a long distance away. I'm afraid of running into other people with special abilities."
Ji Lan knew this was true. Many people with special abilities had fled to District 9 before, which made it unsafe for the zombies.
"Where are you going next?"
"Walk around and see what the other zombies are doing. Actually, from another perspective, becoming a zombie is quite fun. You don't need to eat, drink, or sleep. You're not afraid of cold or heat. You run very fast and have special abilities. But you can't run into people, otherwise you will be chased and killed."
Zhou Xuening was laughing when she said this, but Ji Lan couldn't laugh. She promised her seriously: "I will take care of Aunt Zhang. If you come to see her again in the future, I will help you stop the superpowers here."
"Okay, thank you, Sister Jilan."
Zhou Xuening looked at Aunt Zhang who was wiping her tears beside her reluctantly: "Mom, just think of it as me and my friends going on a trip. I've always told you that I wanted to go and have fun, but you said our family didn't have the money. Now I can run there and even save on the car fare."
Aunt Zhang burst into tears: "If I had known earlier... I would have been nicer to you..."
"It's already good. It's even better now that we're far away. You don't know how my friends and I have been ravenous for the past month, and we're worried that you'll get bitten by other zombies along the way. There are so many people alive in District 9, it must be very safe. I'm leaving, Mom, you have to stay well."
Zhou Xue Ning left decisively and greeted her friends. A group of zombies ran and jumped in the rain, and the little zombies soon moved away from the crowd.
In the end, she couldn't bear to leave, so Zhou Xue Ning found a signal tower that overlooked District 9, and stood on the top, watching the convoy slowly moving towards the center of District 9.
The zombie boy below teased, "Axue, you're not going to cry secretly up there, are you?"
Zhou Xue Ning subconsciously touched her face and frowned, "Why are you crying? We don't have tears. This is rain, okay?"
She put away her nostalgia, jumped down, and strode forward with her back to the humans: "Let's go, let's go find your parents together."
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