Songâs mother thought, with such beautiful fingers like her Wenwenâs, the zombieâs face should be just as good-looking!
Songâs mother suddenly had a luxurious wish.
If only the zombie in front of her looked like Song Wenwen.
Even if itâs just a zombie, being able to take one more look is enough.
She really wanted to see Song Wenwen one more time, even if she had turned into a zombie, or even if it was a zombie that looked a lot like her.
She just wanted to take another look.
Just one more look would be better than having no complete corpse or not even one piece of remains.
Songâs mother bent down slightly and looked up at the car.
Inside the car, a zombie with a face full of decay stared blankly ahead. When Songâs mother bent down, she just happened to be able to make eye contact with Xiao Lan Zombie.
A decayed smell blew into her face.
Songâs mother almost forgot to breathe, not because the smell was suffocating.
It was the zombieâs rotten face in front of her.
The facial features were already blurred, almost unrecognizable, but faintly from the brows, it could be seen that this zombie was once a pretty little girl.
Rotten flesh hung from its high nose, and its large eyes had no color, only a longing for her flesh.
It was too far removed from the image of a beautiful and aloof goddess from before.
Songâs mother recognized it instantly.
The facial features were too similar to those of her daughter, even with all the rotten flesh, she wouldnât mistake it.
This was their beloved little princess for over twenty years, Song Wenwen.
Without any hesitation, without any defense, Songâs mother threw herself into the car.
Xiao Lan Zombie stared blankly at the pile of flesh in front of it, slightly opening its mouth as the flesh got closer and closer.
It couldnât bite the flesh, the Emperor forbade it, but why was this pile of flesh moving towards its mouth!
If it really reached its mouth, hopefully, the Emperor wouldnât blame it.
The bloodthirsty impulse rampaging in Xiao Lan Zombieâs mind grew stronger, almost out of control.
It opened its mouth, waiting for the flesh to enter.
The imagined taste of flesh didnât fill its mouth.
Xiao Lan Zombie fell into a warm embrace.
Yes, warm.
It couldnât feel warmth, nor understand what warmth meant, the word just suddenly popped into its head.
"...Wenwen."
Songâs mother held Xiao Lan Zombie tightly, feeling its cold temperature, clearly telling her that Wenwen was no longer the Wenwen of before.
The first reaction wasnât fear, it was pity, wondering if Wenwen got cold every day.
Involuntarily, Songâs mother held tighter.
No matter how tight Songâs mother held, her warmth couldnât reach Xiao Lan Zombie, its body remained cold, without a trace of warmth.
Songâs mother wept silently, unable to speak a word.
All the words she prepared to scold Song Hongfei for bringing a zombie friend back crumbled away upon seeing Song Wenwen.
This was their little princess, how could they bear to abandon her.
No excessive words, no overwhelming grief.
Songâs mother just held her long-lost little princess tightly, feeling that she was the luckiest parent in the world.
Finally, finally, there was another chance to see Wenwen.
Neither she nor Song Familyâs men saw Song Wenwen as a burden or a monster.
She was their treasure!
Song Hongfei watched his wife, secretly wiped away a tear, then stood in front of the car to watch the surroundings.
To prevent anyone from disturbing them or seeing Song Wenwen.
They didnât find having a zombie daughter shameful or embarrassing.
He simply wanted to protect his daughter, afraid someone might hurt her.
Time passed second by second.
Songâs mother said nothing, just held Song Wenwen tightly.
When Song Ning had already treated Bai Xiqinâs injuries at the safe base and returned, Songâs mother was still holding Song Wenwen tightly.
Looking at the tightly embraced mother and daughter, Song Ning smiled and jokingly said to Song Hongfei, "Why do I feel youâre all so biased!"
Not only were Songâs family biased, Song Ning was biased too, anyone would spoil a pretty younger sister.
Before or after, as long as Song Wenwen was around, the Song family would always be biased.
"Nonsense, youâre all the same, youâre all born to us. How could parents be biased, anyway Iâm not biased." Song Hongfei slightly curled his lips, "The biased one is your mom."
He would never tell this unlucky kid that he was biased, biased towards Song Wenwen, very biased.
Song Ning pouted, clearly not believing his dadâs lies.
"Letâs talk in the car!"
Song Ning glanced around, seeing a few Superpower users passing by from a distance, those were Superpower users from the safe base out to search for supplies.
They glanced over here, and although they didnât see Song Wenwen inside the car, it was better to be cautious.
If someone saw Song Wenwen, it would be troublesome.
So the family closed the car doors tightly, pasted newspapers over the front windshield, layering it several times, feeling a bit safer.
The inside of the car became dark, Song Ning took out a small flashlight from his pocket, and after turning it on, they could barely see each otherâs faces.
Three people and a zombie sat in the car, after a while, they began to speak.
"Why did Song Kerou say Song Wenwen didnât even have the chance to turn into a zombie, now sheâs not..."
Song Hongfei didnât finish the sentence, but the meaning was obvious.
Song Kerou lied, deliberately keeping them from looking for Song Wenwen.
"When the zombie tide broke out, there were too many zombies, Song Kerou was with Wenwen. When I got there, I only saw Song Kerou, not Wenwen, just a bunch of zombies."
Regret flashed in Song Ningâs eyes.
If he had just a little suspicion then, he wouldnât have let Wenwen drift aimlessly among the zombies!
"Song Kerou said she saw Wenwen being eaten by zombies, other survivors said thereâs no chance with so many zombies, so I took Song Kerou back."
If he were stronger.
If at that time he verified the truth.
If he doubted Song Kerou...
They wouldnât have been separated from Wenwen for so long, perhaps there was even a chance to save Wenwen?
"Song Kerou has changed, sheâs so cruel now."
Songâs mother instantly thought of this morningâs scene.
Clearly she knew where Song Familyâs men went, how dangerous it was, yet she never mentioned it, even if they didnât return all night, she still didnât speak.
Even Songâs mother somewhat suspected if Wenwen was her doing!
"This matter must be clarified. If she truly wronged Wenwen, I wonât let her go."
A glint of cold flashed on Song Ningâs usually sunny face.
Song Kerou was a sister they had raised for ten years, even a pet would be familiar.
But Song Kerou never considered them family, even ordinary friends wouldnât be so cold.
Thinking back, Song Kerouâs actions were indeed too suspicious.
Song Ningâs teeth ground, but it couldnât change Wenwenâs zombie fate.
The feeling of helplessness was agonizing.