Chapter 273

Zhang Yiming looked up at the sky. The Yellow Sun Hung quietly in the sky.

Not dazzling, but let him subconsciously squint.

He subconsciously retained human habits.

It seems that this can make him more and more human.

At that time, he did not become a human being, but as a human being, he got a serious illness and finally recovered.

The Zombie's eyes could not feel any pain, even if they looked directly at the sun.

Zhang Yiming stretched out his finger and pressed the position of the heart.

The heart is no longer beating.

His heart has turned upside down.

After standing for a long time, Zhang Yiming returned to his expressionless appearance, and the shock and anger in his eyes had disappeared.

However, there was still a faint hostility around him.

This evil spirit lingers around him. It is the first time that he has been so gentle to others.

He never thought of controlling the zombie to rule the world by his powerful brain waves.

No matter how powerful he is as a zombie, all he wants is to become human, that's all.

Just because he doesn't do it doesn't mean he can't.

If someone dares to move the sun in his heart, he will turn the world into a paradise for zombies. Why not.

Zhang Yiming's slender legs move in one direction, and his tall and straight body is like a wolf king in the dark night.

Strong and lonely.

In the zombie village.

Zhang Yiming sat on the chair, slowly closed his eyes, and knocked his fingers on the table.

This is Zhang Yiming's unique action when thinking.

Dong Dong Dong.

The table and fingers made a dull noise.

Fan Tangtang in the yard shrunk his head with a sound.

Too cautious.

Brother Zhang went out for a trip. When he came back, his breath became more and more fierce.

The old brother Zhang's breath was also very strong, but he was not so violent.

He can't even work out how much one plus one equals.

Fan Tangtang blinked, secretly glanced at the direction of the living room, quietly put down his pen and moved out bit by bit.

The closer he was to brother Zhang, the more powerful the breath made him tremble uncontrollably.

The problem is that you can't do it.

Then have fun!

Grandpa fan, whose face was full of rotten meat, shook his body and followed fan Tangtang to move out quietly.

Even if he went outside, fan Tangtang did not dare to sneak out without the permission of brother Zhang.

He hasn't been out of the village since his identity was exposed at Huofeng security base.

He wanted to go out and let his parents speak well for him and let brother Zhang agree.

But mom and dad didn't speak for themselves. They also said that it was the safest to stay in the village.

He doesn't know why it's not safe outside. After all, he thinks he's pretty good!

He could only stand at the gate and chat with the blue zombie girl standing at the gate.

"Hello!" fan Tangtang said hello to the blue girl's zombie, then stared at the blue girl's Zombie's face for a long time, and said, "Xiao Lan, you look a little different today than you yesterday, and your face is rotten!"

Fan Tangtang's dark eyes blinked, slightly confused.

The little blue zombie has been standing at the gate. He doesn't dare to go in or leave here. It's windy and sunny every day, and his face is rotting more and more seriously.

Ordinary zombies without devouring flesh and blood will become worse and worse, and there will be more and more rotten meat.

The little blue zombie has been standing at the door, not swallowing flesh and blood, not to mention absorbing crystal nuclei. It looks more and more stupid.

The blue girl Zombie's eyes were dull with a trace of confusion. When fan Tangtang came over, he still shook his body in fear.

It is just an ordinary zombie. Fan Tangtang is already the king of zombies. He is not at the same level.

The rotten toes of the little blue zombie moved slightly and rushed out, as if they were going to leave here at any time.

No matter how much fan Tangtang's breath made the zombie tremble, the little blue zombie just moved uneasily and didn't leave here.

His eyes were empty and confused. He looked into the yard without a look. He seemed to be looking forward to something.

Little blue zombie can't speak, and fan Tangtang doesn't feel bored. He lies down at the door and chats with it.

Grandpa fan's Zombie stood motionless behind fan Tangtang without any expression.

In the yard.

An ordinary zombie in a black assault suit was tied with a broom on his stiff fingers.

It moved its rigid steps, and the broom barely followed its rigid body to rub the ground back and forth.

Barely cleaning.

Captain Zhu has offended the senior management of Huofeng security base for the corpse of Xiao Song.

It has no mood at all, and its eyes are dull "cleaning" in the yard.

Mr. and Mrs. fan Liping are brushing their shoes in the yard.

There are more than a dozen pairs of shoes in the yard, all of which are black.

These are the shoes of Grandpa fan's zombie.

Even if he became a rotten zombie, Mr. and Mrs. fan Liping served him as a human being.

My clothes and shoes are renewed every day.

Grandpa fan's zombie is a rotten zombie. Except for the suit man zombie, it is the cleanest zombie.

While brushing his shoes, fan Liping glanced up at the living room and looked at the door.

Slightly wondering.

Zhang Yiming went out on a motorcycle. How did he come back on foot when he came back?

Didn't he take great care of his motorcycle?

Every time I finish riding, I will brush it clean.

Strange, that's strange.

Boom!

The door made a soft noise.

Zhang Yiming came out of the living room and strode towards the yard.

Fan Tangtang felt the strong and dangerous breath coming to his face. He quickly shrunk his neck and silently hid in the corner of the door with Grandpa fan's zombie.

The little blue zombie shook his body and looked at Zhang Yiming with dull eyes, shivering uncontrollably.

Zhang Yiming's breath is too strong. Even if he trembles all over, he still stays where he is.

Zhang Yiming did not stop and strode in one direction.

The direction he went was Huofeng security base.

……

A few days later, Mordor.

Zombie King Zhang Yiming galloped on the road day and night. He didn't stop except to refuel the fuel tank.

As a zombie, the word rest is strange to him.

Black cool motorcycles crashed into the streets full of zombies.

This is the magic capital. All kinds of high-rise buildings have sprung up.

The once clean and wide streets were full of ferocious zombies.

On the clean outer wall of the high-rise building, black and red blood splashed on it. After it dried up and solidified, occasionally some debris fell down.

All kinds of landmark buildings are beyond recognition by the splashing of black blood. It is obviously daytime, but it is always gloomy.

On the street, zombies are piled up. Any slight movement can make them roar for a long time.

The roar of zombies filled the whole city as if it had become a ghost city.

Ordinary zombies can be seen everywhere in the streets, and there are many first-order zombies.

There are many zombies here, many high-level zombies, and many powers.

After all, there are still not many zombies for the power. Even the second-order power has to carefully avoid the place with many zombies and live carefully.

This is the magic capital with a large population. The competition is fierce before the end of the world and even more intense after the end of the world.