He needs the blood of living creatures, but he doesn't necessarily have to suck it directly. Cutting open the blood vessels, storing it in a container, and drinking it within a certain timeframe will have the same effect.
But he went and said those threatening things, and even added that last sentence.
Han Junche remained unresponsive until the very last sentence, when he raised an eyebrow slightly at Chi Xiashi and looked at Qin Zhao calmly, saying, "Your wishful thinking won't come true. I'm immune to the virus."
Upon hearing this, Qin Zhao began to doubt whether he had misheard.
Viral immunity?
How could that be!
If the virus is truly immune, then how could the world have turned into the apocalypse in just a few months?
Viral immunity—this sounds like a joke, a joke to billions of people around the world!
But when he saw the arm outstretched in front of him, showing no intention of taking it away, Qin Zhao couldn't help but waver. He looked at Han Junche and asked, "Are you really immune to the virus?"
Han Junche nodded.
Qin Zhao looked at his arm, then at him, and licked his lips.
Although the virus in his body had been suppressed somewhat, it was only a little. Qin Zhao's eyes were still red, and the virus in his body was still raging. The arm stretched out in front of him smelled so good, and the meat looked so delicious.
This is a real test of his willpower!
Qin Zhao extended his sharp teeth and slowly covered Han Junche's arm.
However, it stopped when it touched his skin.
Qin Zhao raised his head, looked at Han Junche with his red eyes, and said through gritted teeth, "I'm giving you one last chance. Take your arm back, or I'll really bite you!"
Han Junche remained unmoved, as if he wasn't the one about to be bitten: "If you're going to drink, hurry up. We've been out long enough; it's time to go back."
Upon hearing this, Qin Zhao paused again.
Qin Zhao couldn't understand what Han Junche was thinking. Seeing his appearance, he should know very well that even if he wasn't the Zombie King, he should at least be a super-level zombie.
Wasn't he supposed to save the world? Now that I'm in such a sorry state, this is the perfect opportunity to make my move. Even if he doesn't have the ambition to save the world, shouldn't he need my superpower core?
But instead of attacking, he offered to let me drink his blood, and judging from his words, he didn't seem to care about my identity at all, and was even willing to take me into his team.
Isn't he afraid that one day he might go berserk and take advantage of trust to bite others?
Qin Zhao thought this, and he asked this question.
Han Junche lifted his eyelids: "You drink first, and I'll tell you while you drink."
He had already gone to such lengths to invite him, and Qin Zhao felt that if he continued to be so tolerant, he would be a saint. However, he couldn't even be considered human now.
Without hesitation, he bit Han Junche's wrist, piercing his artery.
It smells so good, it tastes so good! Qin Zhao thought, compared to Han Junche's blood, what were all the things he had drunk before?!
Han Junche let him inhale without twitching his brow, and slowly said, "I've always believed that zombies are just people infected by a virus, except that they've lost their minds. I can't save them, I can only kill them. But you're different. Even when you go berserk, you can still maintain your rationality, so I think I can save you."
Qin Zhao didn't speak; he just greedily sucked Han Junche's blood.
Han Junche added, "Of course, there's another reason I saved you. I wanted to see if my blood could also help control the virus in other people."
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