Chapter 331: Not a Single One Was Caught

Bai Yifan hurried along without stopping.

His shoulder throbbed with a dull pain, and at some point, his pressing fingers started to feel wet.

He rubbed his fingers and glanced at them, noticing a smear of red blood.

Bai Yifan shook his head slightly; Wang Ge really didn’t know how to hold back, even for a mental patient, he was too reckless.

Though blood was seeping out, Bai Yifan, as a Superpower User, wasn’t too troubled by it; it was just a minor injury.

The most important thing was to get back quickly.

Soon, Bai Yifan entered the range of Zhang Yiming’s brain waves.

In the distance, a small village was visible.

Instinctively, Bai Yifan avoided the area where many zombies were buried and took a wide detour.

The place was vast and barren, even detouring, it was still within sight.

It was hard to ignore.

He simply bowed his head and kept walking forward.

Within Zhang Yiming’s brain wave range, there were no zombie howls, it was quiet, like the peaceful times before the apocalypse.

The scorching sun roasted the earth, its fiery rays enveloping him.

"Xiao Fan, where did you go? You’ve been out for so long, it’s dangerous outside, don’t go out alone."

Zhang Yiming’s gentle voice suddenly sounded in Bai Yifan’s ear.

Raising his head, Bai Yifan immediately saw Zhang Yiming coming toward him.

"I just went out for a stroll."

Bai Yifan scratched his head, tugging at the corner of his mouth.

The sunlight bathed Zhang Yiming, making him appear soft and warmly lit.

It was hard to imagine he was a zombie, commanding them in staggering numbers.

Effortlessly, he sent those zombies to their deaths, clean and unhesitant.

"Are you hurt?"

Zhang Yiming frowned as he looked toward Bai Yifan’s shoulder, the air thick with the scent of blood.

For his overly keen sense of smell, this scent was magnified infinitely.

In his mind, it rampaged, clamoring, driving him to taste the blood.

His throat moved, yet his face remained warm and sunlit, under tremendous self-restraint.

After consuming Ganmu, his body gained other senses, with enhanced brain waves and control power.

The downside was the amplification of the zombies’ bloodthirsty rage.

He was more like a zombie than the zombies themselves.

The smell of blood lingered at his nose, his exterior calm, while inside, the bloodthirsty urge clamored.

"It’s nothing! I got accidentally hurt, just absorb some Crystal Core and I’ll be fine."

Bai Yifan smiled.

Looking at the gentle Zhang Yiming, Bai Yifan pushed aside the scenes he’d just witnessed.

This warm Brother Zhang surely had his reasons for killing so many zombies!

"It’s time for lunch, let’s hurry back!" Zhang Yiming nodded lightly, "Your sister was just calling you back for a meal in the village."

Bai Yifan blinked and glanced at the sun, then suddenly ran toward the courtyard.

Almost forgot, it’s time to eat!

You can forget anything, but not a meal!

People need food like iron needs steel, skipping a meal makes you dizzy!

Bai Yifan dashed past Zhang Yiming, while the scent of blood still filled Zhang Yiming’s nose.

Zhang Yiming held his breath, refusing to smell the blood aroma that nearly overwhelmed his control.

Once Bai Yifan passed, Zhang Yiming followed him from a distance.

He watched Bai Yifan’s back, his eyes flickering.

Did he see the place where zombies were buried?

Zhang Yiming’s fingers tightened slightly, as worry began to creep in.

If she learns he’s the so very brutal Zombie King, would she feel repulsed?

With a soft sigh, Zhang Yiming slowly walked toward the village.

Despite it being his territory, his steps seemed uncertain, tinged with hesitation and inferiority.

Meanwhile —

Wang Ge clenched his fingers, sprinting down the road.

He ran for an indeterminate time and saw a black car parked by the roadside.

Without thinking, he opened the door, slid in, and sat in the passenger seat.

Once he closed the door, the black car started moving.

"Didn’t catch a single person."

An aged voice sounded, stating a fact.

Wang Ge glanced at his blood-stained fingers, remaining silent, just rubbing the blood on his fingers, seemingly drawn to its redness.

"The experiment’s at a critical stage; those people and zombies are vital. If I get their parameters, it’d be a major breakthrough for my research."

In the driver’s seat, an old man spoke unemotionally.

He was Wang Ge’s father, Dean Wang of Tongji Mental Hospital.

"If you’re so capable, catch them yourself, don’t just stand around talking."

Wang Ge’s voice carried a harshness, lacking any hint of dementia.

He seemed like a completely different person, surrounded by hostility and violence.

Dean Wang was not surprised by Wang Ge’s attitude; his aging eyes quietly watched the outside world as the car sped down the road.

"Your condition can’t be delayed any longer. Without those people as material, you will die."

Dean Wang’s grooved fingers gently turned the steering wheel, his voice tinged with bleakness.

"Heh, I’m this way thanks to you, yet you put on this false face for whom!"

Wang Ge ignored the melancholic Dean Wang, lying full of hostility in the seat, feet insolently perched on the dashboard.

Dean Wang glanced at the hostile youth, eyes filled with a mix of pity and insanity.

"One day you’ll thank me. Not that I need gratitude; if you can control that power, you’ll be the most formidable ruler in this apocalypse, and both zombies and mutant animals will be your slaves."

Dean Wang grew more impassioned as he spoke, almost leaping up to deliver a grand oration.

"Tch."

Wang Ge snorted dismissively, curling up in the passenger’s seat, paying no attention to Dean Wang’s spirited arguments.

His blood-stained finger viciously rubbed his jaw.

The skin turned pale, revealing a charming red mole hidden by foundation.

The red mole on his chin accentuated Wang Ge’s allure, stripping away his foolish semblance.

He reached into the car’s storage compartment and pulled out a Sun Wukong mask, donning it on his face.

The lifelike mask left just two holes uncovered for his eyes.

Glancing disdainfully at Dean Wang, he lazily closed his eyes.

Even in slumber, a trace of hostility lingered, difficult to dissipate.

Only when he feigned cluelessness did the hostility temporarily fade.

Seeing Wang Ge asleep, Dean Wang reluctantly halted his lofty discourse.

"You truly are oblivious to your blessings; for centuries, you alone are the sole beneficiary of our Hua Tuo lineage!"

Dean Wang muttered, and the car sped in a direction.

This time, he raised all the car windows, blocking out external noise.

Beneath the Sun Wukong mask, Wang Ge’s eyebrows furrowed, as if he dreamt of something unpleasant.

His body curled up, feeling no warmth despite the summer heat.