Chapter 90: Are You a Zombie?

Zhang Yiming quickly looked behind Leng Yebai, not seeing Bai Xiqin’s figure, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

She didn’t come.

It’s good that she didn’t come, it’s good.

Anyone can see his filthy appearance, but she cannot.

He can rampage in hell, but he cannot let her see himself like this.

Leng Yebai looked at the man in the white suit talking, a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes.

There was a wound on the man’s face, and it wasn’t red blood oozing from the wound.

It was black blood.

"Are you a zombie?"

Leng Yebai frowned tightly, his eyes staring straight at the black blood on Wang Dongli’s face.

In his impression, zombies were hideous pieces of rotten flesh.

The person in front was clearly a living human, yet black blood was flowing from his face.

"Congratulations, you guessed it right. Not only am I a zombie, but he..."

Wang Dongli’s seductive eyes curved, but before he could finish, a fiery flame appeared before his eyes.

Wang Dongli narrowly avoided it, entangling with Zhang Yiming once again.

Both Wang Dongli and Zhang Yiming moved swiftly, each aiming for the other’s life.

Wang Dongli’s seductive eyes shifted as he dodged Zhang Yiming’s attack, rushing towards Leng Yebai.

Leng Yebai’s eyes turned cold, and dense purple lightning extended toward Wang Dongli.

Wang Dongli didn’t mind the purple lightning; he couldn’t feel pain, and as long as his brain wasn’t damaged, he would remain in a "living" state.

Whereas Leng Yebai, if he made one wrong move and suffered a wound, he would lose.

After Leng Yebai’s arrival, Zhang Yiming’s attacks became increasingly fierce.

Blazing flames swept with the wind, rushing toward Wang Dongli like a heat wave.

Wang Dongli glanced at Leng Yebai, with a dangerous smirk on his lips, knowing he was defeated, he shamelessly ran toward Leng Yebai instead of facing Zhang Yiming head-on.

Leng Yebai was a Third Rank Superpower User; his Thunder and Ice Abilities could easily pierce through a zombie’s brain, but they felt like mere tickles to Wang Dongli.

Centered around Zhang Yiming, ten meters nearby were invaded by heat waves, and the scorched earth was shocking.

Using Leng Yebai as a shield, Wang Dongli managed to make the nearby heat waves recoil.

Zhang Yiming was surrounded by a cold presence as he withdrew his ability, charging toward Wang Dongli.

Leng Yebai’s fingertips overflowed with Thunder Power, striking Wang Dongli mercilessly.

This time, it wasn’t just a patch of purple lightning.

The lightning condensed into a thumb-width purple whip, its sharp tip viciously stabbing toward Wang Dongli’s temple.

Wang Dongli instinctively sensed a hint of danger; narrowly dodged Leng Yebai’s purple whip, leaving a dark hole at his temple.

Black blood streamed down his face.

Leng Yebai’s lips pursed slightly, attacking Wang Dongli again.

On one side was Leng Yebai, on the other was Zhang Yiming.

Wang Dongli decisively ran in Leng Yebai’s direction, his pale fingers almost reaching Leng Yebai’s face.

Just then, Zhang Yiming arrived, extending two equally pale fingers, aimed straight at Wang Dongli’s temple.

Simultaneously, Wang Dongli gave a strange smile, his hand that was reaching toward Leng Yebai sharply changed direction, targeting Zhang Yiming’s heart from behind.

Leng Yebai swiftly drew his dagger, cutting off Wang Dongli’s hand quickly.

"Ugh—"

Wang Dongli’s pupils slightly contracted, unable to see his severed hand, he fell to the ground, motionless.

A dark, gaping hole at Wang Dongli’s temple was shocking.

In Zhang Yiming’s palm was a blood-red crystal core.

At the same time, Wang Dongli’s long fingers had already pierced three inches into Zhang Yiming’s chest.

His severed hand was embedded at Zhang Yiming’s heart.

Black blood flowed, staining Zhang Yiming’s white casual clothes dark.

It was hard to tell whether it was Wang Dongli’s severed hand’s black blood or Zhang Yiming’s bleeding from his chest wound.

Zhang Yiming glanced at the severed hand in his chest, calmly pulled it out, and tossed it aside.

As the severed hand was removed, more black blood splashed out.

Leng Yebai looked at the black blood on Zhang Yiming, "You are a zombie."

This was a statement.

Attacking a zombie’s heart wouldn’t kill it, and it would bleed black blood.

Human blood is red.

Zhang Yiming smiled warmly, completely unconcerned about the wound in his chest, "As you can see."

Leng Yebai was silent.

After killing so many zombies, it was the first time he’d seen a zombie identical to a human.

And moreover, a zombie with thoughts and memories.

Zombies were all mindless monsters, weren’t they!

Leng Yebai frowned, his face momentarily tangled.

If zombies could also have thoughts and previous memories, then how are they different from humans?

Or rather, were they killing people by slaying zombies!

Leng Yebai only hesitated for a moment before making peace with it.

In the apocalypse, one cannot control oneself; if you don’t kill zombies, you’ll be eaten by them.

"What do you intend to do, kill me?"

Zhang Yiming crouched down, his back facing Leng Yebai, lowering his head to look at the High Rank Zombies brought by Wang Dongli.

It seemed he wasn’t afraid of Leng Yebai suddenly attacking him.

Or perhaps he didn’t fear death.

Zhang Yiming didn’t look at Leng Yebai, his slender fingers effortlessly pierced into the heads of those unable to move High Rank Zombies, extracting the crystal cores.

"Why kill you?" Leng Yebai sheathed his dagger.

Zhang Yiming was Xiao Niu’s classmate; even if Seeking High Rank Crystal Core, he wouldn’t kill him.

Xiao Niu was so kind she would be unhappy about it.

Moreover, Zhang Yiming had withdrawn his flames earlier to avoid hurting him, otherwise, he wouldn’t be wounded.

Hearing Leng Yebai’s answer, Zhang Yiming paused slightly, a bitter smile gracing his face.

"Can you not tell Xiao Niu I’m..." Zhang Yiming continued to squat and extract crystal cores, yet his voice trembled uncontrollably.

He would rather die than let her know his identity.

"As long as you don’t hurt my family, I’ll uphold this agreement," Leng Yebai said.

’My family’ those words caused Zhang Yiming’s body to stiffen slightly.

Zhang Yiming’s gentle face was full of bitterness.

How could he ever hurt the Bai Family!

"Alright, whatever happens, I won’t hurt... Bai Family," Zhang Yiming softly said.

The words "your family" were truly unspeakable.

Though Leng Yebai didn’t mind, after all, they were rivals in love; not fighting was already fortunate.

All the High Rank Zombie Crystal Cores were extracted by Zhang Yiming; his white casual attire was entirely disgraced by black blood.

Leng Yebai glanced at the black blood on Zhang Yiming, wanting to speak but hesitated.

"The wound will heal after absorbing crystal cores."

Zhang Yiming thought Leng Yebai was asking about the wound on his body.

Low Level Zombies have rotting bodies; when they consume enough flesh and blood, they gradually evolve into High Rank Zombies.

High Rank Zombies become increasingly formidable upon devouring Superpower Users.

Meanwhile, their rotting bodies transform, becoming increasingly agile, increasingly like... humans.

This has been Zhang Yiming’s observation since the apocalypse, thus he eagerly searched for High Rank Zombies, hoping to find a method for zombie evolution into human.

"...do you still visit the restroom often?" Leng Yebai suddenly asked.

Zhang Yiming: ...