Chapter 10
The zombie teacher is currently the zombie with the highest level and intelligence in this temporary zombie base.
But even he couldn't determine the identity level of this curly-haired little zombie.
The zombie teacher fell silent, thought of something, and pushed his glasses up like a human thinking.
"There's a little boo-level zombie coming to our temporary base tonight. Curly-haired little zombie, you come with me."
At that time, we will be able to further verify the origin of this little zombie.
What is the relationship with the Zombie King, or...
He's a little monster of some other kind all the way!
He just mixed in with their zombie group with bad intentions!
The curly-haired little zombie Xingnuo shrank his neck, not daring to say anything more. He nodded his little head, and his little curly hair also shook.
The little black-haired zombie in front walked over at some point and stood in front of Xingnuo with his head tilted.
He was about the same height as Xingnuo and looked to be only three or four years old. His pure black eyes were large and round, and when he stared at people there was always a stiff and terrifying feeling.
The black-haired little zombie showed his little fangs, seemed happy, and let out a soft cry.
"Xingnuo."
He called out Xingnuo's name accurately, and the sound was like old parts put together, with a lot of lags.
The zombie teacher looked down upon these low-level little zombies and directly drove the black-haired little zombie back.
"Hurry back, we have to continue the class."
After a class of human imitation course, Xingnuo coughed even more violently.
When he was caught back in the morning, he was caught in the wind and caught a cold, and he couldn't help coughing.
Xingnuo didn’t know whether zombies could cough or not. He was not even as tall as a zombie’s thigh. He stood among a group of zombies, covering his mouth with his hands, and his little face turned a sickly red.
He would only cough twice when he couldn't help it.
After coughing, he quickly raised his little head and looked furtively at the other zombies around him, for fear of being discovered by them.
A zombie whose brain wasn't very bright half opened his mouth, uttered two huh sounds, and looked down at the little curly-haired zombie at his feet.
Smelling the slight scent of a boss-level monster emanating from Xingnuo, the zombie's eyes almost popped out of their sockets, and he quickly fled from Xingnuo the next second.
The other low-level zombies were even more afraid of the smell on Xingnuo and chose to stay away.
This made Xingnuo feel a little more at ease. He patted his chest gently and coughed several times. His red face turned pale again.
After class, the zombies gradually dispersed and went to dark corners to stare blankly and grow mushrooms.
It is still daytime in the city, and low- and medium-level zombies are usually active after dusk.
Xingnuo also went around to a wide pillar, completely hiding his small figure.
He poked his little head out to take a look, and made sure that the other zombies had not followed him. He let out a long breath, slowly sat down on the ground, hugging his little knees.
Xingnuo was in a daze for a while, pulling the fur on his plush slippers, feeling depressed, lost and uncomfortable.
He sniffed and missed his father and brother very much.
Where exactly is this place? When will he find his way home?
He doesn't want to be a little zombie anymore, it's not good at all.
Xingnuo felt an unbearable pain in his chest, and tears fell down, forming a small teardrop on the dry ground.
Xingnuo wiped his wet little face, his eyelashes were stuck together by tears, and a hazy halo appeared in front of his eyes.
In the blur, he saw the little black-haired zombie walking towards him with an expressionless face.
Xingnuo wiped her tears faster, lowered her little head, and hurriedly avoided the gaze of the little zombie.
The little black-haired zombie walked up to Xingnuo step by step, staring at Xingnuo with his dark eyes without blinking.
After a long time, the little zombie suddenly opened the corner of its mouth, revealing its little fangs.
"Xingnuo, wipe it."
He handed over a small packet of tissue paper that he had gotten from somewhere, and violently tore out a piece of paper. There was a cartoon bear head printed on the paper.
Smelling the sweet floral scent on the tissue, Xingnuo couldn't help but raise his eyes and glanced at the little zombie.
The little zombie seemed very happy, tilting his head, not minding Xingnuo's direct gaze at all.
"Xingnuo, why, are you unhappy?"
The voice of the little zombie was very strange. It was different from the stiffness of the zombies. It sounded more like a rusty old machine that rubbed people's ears so hard that it hurt.
But for some reason, listening to the little zombie talking, Xingnuo inexplicably felt a familiar sense of trust from the bottom of his heart.
Maybe, they are all children?
Even if it was a zombie, it was small and had no killing power, so Xingnuo did not feel very scared.
Using a tissue to wipe away the salty tears, Xingnuo spoke with a soft, nasal tone:
"I miss my dad and brother, and my family."
The little zombie continued to tilt his head, as if thinking about the meaning of this vague sentence.
After a long while, he processed the information, a series of lights flashed across his eyes, and he continued to show his little fangs:
"Tomorrow, I will take you back."
When Xingnuo heard this, her little hands that were wiping her tears with a tissue stopped.
"Do you know the way back?"
Until now, Xingnuo still doesn't realize that he has changed into a new world.
He thought he had accidentally gotten lost and couldn't find his father or the way home.
As long as he could find the way, he would be able to get back in no time.
The black-haired little zombie nodded and shook his head.
"There is no road here. I will take you back."
There is no way to the reality in the copy world, but the little zombies have a way.
When Xingnuo heard the little zombie say this, he opened his mouth slightly and light suddenly burst out in his eyes.
"Really?"
Can I go home now?
The little zombie nodded vigorously and said affirmatively: "Really."
After saying that, the little zombie stretched out his hand.
His short fingers were thin and stiff, and he seemed to be unskilled in using them. They froze in mid-air for a moment and gently touched Xingnuo's soft skin.
He is not a zombie, and he does not rely solely on his sense of smell to determine whether the other person is of the same kind.
The little zombie touched Xingnuo's slightly cold but soft arm, felt the blood rushing through his meridians, and suddenly pulled the corners of his mouth open again.
"Xingnuo, it's a human."
Real living human beings with beating hearts and blood.
The little zombie seemed very happy, and his empty dark eyes seemed to glow with a little emotional light that only humans have because of this incident.
Before the little zombie could say more, the zombie teacher's voice sounded not far away.
"Curly-haired little zombie, come here. I'll take you to see a higher-level zombie boss."
Unlike low-level zombies who only know the smell of Xingno, although the zombie teacher is also afraid, his high-level strength allows him to suppress this fear.
He had developed wisdom and would not rely solely on instinct. Instead, he tried hard to use his not-so-bright brain and thought for a while.
Since we can’t determine the identity of the curly-haired little zombie, let’s take him to find the boss-level zombie.
It just so happened that the Zombie King had recently been strictly enforcing the human classroom learning situation, and had dispatched many of his zombie bosses to various cities to check on the situation.
A higher-level zombie will come to their city tonight.
After hearing this, the curly-haired little zombie Xingnuo hung his head, his face turned pale, and his arms and legs felt limp and he had no strength at all.
He had been in poor health to begin with, and after all the trouble today, he seemed to have a fever.
When the zombie teacher saw Xingnuo, he picked up his clothes and took him out.
The little black-haired zombie couldn't walk very well, and when he saw Xingnuo being taken away, he hurried to chase after him.
Unfortunately, he fell every two steps and fell to the ground, with his chin covered with dirty mud.
The zombie teacher sneered at the little zombie and stopped to drive him away.
"Get out of the way."
High-level zombies have a natural suppressive effect on low-level zombies. According to normal logic, the little zombie would have been suppressed by the zombie teacher and would have been crawling on the ground trembling like an ordinary zombie.
But the little zombie was not afraid. He just got up from the ground and rushed towards the zombie teacher.
He bared his teeth, his dark pupils looked fierce and crazy, and before the zombie teacher could react, he pounced in front of him.
The little zombie bit the zombie teacher hard with his teeth.
In an instant, the small amount of black liquid in the zombie's body began to flow out through the wound.
The zombie teacher's eyeballs seemed to have become the pupils of an animal. They suddenly shrank and he stared closely at the little zombie that bit him.
He couldn't free his hands, so he let go of Xingnuo's collar, threw Xingnuo aside, and lowered his head to shake off this tiny zombie.
Unfortunately, the little zombie was very durable. Even after being thrown down by him several times, it still kept getting up and biting his neck.
The little zombie knew the zombies' weakness and attacked the zombie teacher's neck without getting discouraged.
The zombie teacher just felt that this little zombie was overestimating his own abilities.
His face was paralyzed and his glasses fell to the ground during the fight, revealing a pair of lifeless, empty blood-red zombie eyes.
The next moment, the mental power of the high-level zombies suddenly burst out, emitting circles of waves invisibly. All the zombies around fell to the ground, making hoarse sounds of fear and powerlessness.
But the little zombie seemed unaffected at all, and still rushed over and bit his neck.
The zombie teacher's sure-fire mental power actually didn't work on the little zombies!
Just as the zombie teacher was stunned, he felt a painful blow on his neck.
Obviously, zombies have long lost their sense of pain, but at this moment, the zombie teacher seemed to really feel the pain.
The next moment, the zombie teacher made a few hoarse sounds, opened his bloodshot eyes wide, and fell straight to the ground.
The little zombie panted, stood up, and walked towards Xingnuo, stumbling with every step.
His face was covered in bruises and purples: "Xingnuo, let's go."
The zombie teacher is not dead yet, they need to leave quickly.
Xingnuo's eyes were wide open, and his slightly hot little head was still a little confused.
But when he saw the little zombie reaching out his hand, he was not afraid at all.
Facing the gray and darkening sky, two "little zombies" ran out of the dark and gloomy building.
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