Chapter 307

Zombie emperor Zhang Yiming sat casually in the chair basking in the moonlight, and his evil face became much softer.

If he really becomes human this time, does it mean that he and Xiaozhu are also possible.

Slender fingers played with a crystal core, and a faint smile appeared on his fierce face.

At this moment, the temperament of zombie emperor Zhang Yiming was the same as that of Zhang Yiming.

Sunshine, warmth.

A crystal core turned into waste residue in the hands of zombie emperor Zhang Yiming.

The waste residue was thrown on the ground.

Zombie emperor Zhang Yiming lifted his clothes and revealed his abdomen.

The position of the abdomen is missing a large piece. Looking from the front, it seems to be forcibly bitten off by some beast, forming an arc-shaped gap.

Half of the abdomen was empty, revealing black internal organs and flesh.

Zombie emperor. Zhang Yiming glanced at his abdomen, took out a crystal core and absorbed it.

If Zhang Yiming became a human, his wounds would have to be healed quickly.

After all, the human body can't resist this great trauma.

"Ha ha."

The zombie emperor. Zhang Yiming laughed in a low voice.

One by one, the crystal nuclei turned into waste residue in the moonlight.

The gap in the abdomen is slowly combined.

The missing viscera changed rapidly and grew back bit by bit.

This is the horror of the zombie emperor.

A zombie has no five senses, just a rotten body.

Higher order zombies can heal wounds by absorbing crystal nuclei.

The more powerful a zombie is, the more wounds it can heal.

The existence of zombie emperor Zhang Yiming can be restored as long as there is a crystal nucleus and enough time, even if there is only one head left.

This is a key point that human survivors have not defeated zombies for so long.

Humans cannot be hurt, or they will become zombies.

The zombie, as long as there is a crystal core, only one head is not afraid.

Zombie King. Zhang Yiming lay lazily on the recliner, squinting his eyes to appreciate the moonlight, and changed one crystal core after another in his hand.

Occasionally, he would take a look at the direction of Zhang Yiming's yard.

The eyes full of hostility, with a trace of longing.

……

Zhang Yiming didn't know how to get back to the yard. When he reacted, he was already standing in the yard.

His pocket was bulging. He didn't dare to touch it again.

Like a broken dream.

Zhang Yiming subconsciously looks into the yard next door.

It's late at night, but I can vaguely understand the faint light coming through.

Xiao Zhu, I haven't slept yet.

He could feel the people in the room tossing and turning, and he could hear her sigh.

The sigh was very light, but it made his dead heart hurt badly.

Zhang Yiming took out the zombie emperor from his pocket. What Zhang Yiming gave him.

The black cloth seemed to be torn from the clothes, and several layers were wrapped inside and outside.

Zhang Yiming's eyelashes trembled slightly and opened layer by layer.

Show your true face.

A palm sized piece of black wood came into view.

Accompanied by a heavy sense of historical silence and hot anxiety.

A thin layer of coke is formed on the black wood surface. Under the coke, there is a strong vitality.

This is probably the wood robbed from the fire. It's very dark.

Zhang Yiming looked straight at the wood in his hand. Does the legendary sweet wood really exist?

If it does not exist, why should it be recorded in the classics of mountains and seas, and why did Qin Shihuang bother to go to sea and find a country he can't afford.

Zhang Yiming took a deep look at the direction of the next yard and returned to the house with charred charcoal.

When I passed the cold night white room, I could hear the sound of crystal nucleus breaking into waste residue.

Zhang Yiming paused and continued to walk into his room.

Under the gentle light, Zhang Yiming took out a sharp dagger and scraped away the charred charcoal bit by bit.

A violent power was deposited on the charred charcoal, which was similar to that on him.

It belongs to zombie emperor Zhang Yiming.

In addition to this familiar energy, there is still a powerful force left.

It seems to be an ancient beast. Just this breath makes Zhang Yiming squint unconsciously.

It's hard to imagine how zombie emperor Zhang Yiming got this palm sized wood back.

Not only such a piece of ganmu, but also the zombie emperor. Zhang Yiming can only bring back such a large piece of wood.

As the charred carbon on the outside was scraped off, it showed its original face.

Like the branches of all books, ganmu neili is also light yellow.

Light yellow lingers with a green energy, which radiates more vitality than wood power.

Just looking at it, Zhang Yiming can feel this strong vitality.

Stronger than any power or mutant plant.

Zhang Yiming suddenly understood that perhaps the various sacred trees in ancient legends were all kinds of mutated plants.

Their powerful effects are not spread falsely, but are likely to be real.

Zhang Yiming carefully scraped off a little light yellow.

Put this powdery foam on a plate.

There is a little yellow on the white jade plate. If you don't look carefully, you can't see that there are wood debris on it.

The most effective way to check whether this sweet wood can come back from the dead is to eat it directly.

Zhang Yiming is now a corpse. He has no vitality. He is a walking corpse.

This rich vitality is wrapped around palm sized wood. Maybe if you eat it, you can really become human.

Zhang Yiming didn't eat. He took out a piece of paper, a pen and a steelyard.

Put the sweet wood on the scale and record its middle.

Then take out a small cup.

The sharp dagger cut the wrist without hesitation, and the black blood flowed into the cup.

The black blood is haunted by a black gas, which is very different from the vitality on one side of the plate.

Zhang Yiming carefully poured the sawdust from the plate into the cup containing black blood.

A pair of eyes stared at the cup full of black blood, as if looking forward to something.

The faint yellowish sawdust fell into the cup full of black blood, like a stone sinking into the sea, without a trace of vitality.

But Zhang Yiming could still feel that in the cup full of decay, a faint vitality was swallowing the decay.

After five minutes, the black blood began to turn brown.

Zhang Yiming held his fingers tightly together and stared at the cup.

Ten minutes later, the brown blood became slightly red, but the vitality in the cup was exhausted.

The weak sawdust has used its best efforts to devour the decay it can bear.

Zhang Yiming was so excited that he almost roared.

This means that zombies can really become humans.

A sleepless night.

The first ray of sunshine in the morning sprinkled on the window and fell into Zhang Yiming's room through the window.

The room was in a mess, with papyrus everywhere.

There are lines of data written on it.

Zhang Yiming seemed tireless. With his slender fingers holding a pen, he quickly wrote down lines of obscure numbers and chemical symbols.