Chapter 382, ​​New Race

These zombies used all their strength against their own kind.

The teeth and claws acted on each other at the same time, and pieces of rotten flesh were torn off the opponent's body, and they swallowed the rotten flesh that they had never been interested in without hesitation.

The sharp nails pierced the opponent's temples, and forcefully dug out the opponent's crystal core.

Facing the opponent's fingers that were about to pierce its brain, not a single zombie dodge.

While trying his best to hurt the other party, he accepted his own fate.

In five minutes, tens of thousands of zombies fell into the black bloody water.

The blood gathered into a black stream and flowed towards the low-lying area.

The last zombie to die was the highest-level zombie inside.

It is already a level four zombie.

Its eyes were not dull. Looking at the carrion on the ground, there was a moment of sadness in its eyes.

It already has certain thinking and can understand "living" and "death".

In Wang Ge's hands, in its eyes, the zombies were doing pretty well when they were under Wang Ge's hands.

What's not bad means is that everyone can eat flesh and blood every now and then.

It never cared about Wang Ge's attitude towards them. A zombie couldn't understand so much. It would be fine if it had flesh and blood to eat.

Now that Wang Ge has escaped, there is an emperor who demands their unconditional obedience.

The emperor let them die.

They had to obey.

Looking at the carrion on the ground, human emotions still appeared in the eyes of the fourth-level zombie.

desolate.

This is probably a real death.

The fourth-level zombie did not participate in the fight because it had a mission.

Its stiff body slowly moved, stepping step by step into the blood on the ground. Its stiff body slowly bent down, picking up crystals one after another from the broken carrion on the ground. nuclear.

The rotten flesh all over the ground was shocking. Buried inside the rotten flesh were beautiful crystal nuclei one after another.

The rotten fingers gently held the beautiful crystal core, as if holding the most precious treasure in the world.

The rotten eyes slowly glanced at the carrion on the ground, and a heavy sigh came out from the rotten throat.

Probably it is the first zombie to be so sad when seeing the death of its own kind!

It remembers who it once was, and only knows that it grew up step by step by devouring humans.

At the beginning, its understanding of the world was very ignorant.

Little by little, its consciousness began to awaken. It was no longer a zombie that only knew how to devour flesh and blood. Its body became much more flexible than ordinary zombies.

You can also understand the traps humans use to trap zombies.

When it saw the core of its kind being cut out by humans, it began to feel angry.

Probably because it was so special, it was later taken back by Wang Ge.

No zombie can resist an opponent with more powerful brainwaves than its own.

same,

It chose to obey Wang Ge, whose brainwave was much higher than its own.

At Wang Ge's place, it was experimented many times, and every time it was injected with various strange potions into its head.

Probably because of these, its understanding of the world is getting clearer and clearer.

It understands that when the crystal core is gone, the zombie is considered "dead".

To it, humans are food.

It didn't understand why the super powerful emperor protected the food, nor did it understand why the emperor had to let them all "die" after protecting the food.

The emperor's orders must be obeyed.

The rotten fingers of the fourth-level zombie kept picking up crystal cores from the ground, found a piece of relatively clean cloth, and put them all together.

There are tens of thousands of dead zombies, and it takes a lot of time to pick them up one by one. What's more, its body is still a bit stiff and cannot match the flexibility of humans.

It almost piously picked up the crystal cores one after another and put them away carefully.

To other people or other zombies, the carrion all over the ground is just garbage, and it makes them look dirty when they smell it.

To it, this is its kind.

High-level zombies are all emotionally indifferent, but this is the only one who gave birth to a sentimental zombie.

The sun shines on the rotting face of the zombie. The twisted face seems to be full of grievances and sorrows, but no one tells it.

No one or zombie can understand its mood.

When zombies have emotions.

Those zombies who are born as zombie kings will subconsciously regard themselves as humans. They yearn for human life and long to become humans again.

As for those zombies without any consciousness, only their bloodthirsty instinct makes them devour flesh and blood crazily.

They gradually become high-level zombies by devouring flesh and blood. Some of them will long to become humans, while others will continue to obey their instincts and devouring flesh and blood.

But all of them have a cold temperament.

Those zombies that have grown up by devouring flesh and blood have no "sympathy" for either humans or zombies.

Only it is so "passionate".

It's not the first, nor the last.

The reason why a species or a race can be passed down on the earth for a long time is because the entire group relies on each other and complements each other.

Being a zombie can never turn into a human.

When zombies practice, they have "emotions".

Zombies and humans are always enemies.

How will this world give them a place to live?

The blazing sun shone on the face full of rotting zombies. It did not feel the warmth of the sun, only the endless sadness from deep inside.

…

Zombie King Zhang Yiming followed Bai Xirong several steps away, quietly looking at the girl he hadn't seen for a long time.

Bai Xirong helped middle-aged Bai Zhengxuan to a clean roadside and asked him to sit on a clean stone.

"Grandpa, please give me some clean water!"

Bai Xirong looked at the bloody wound on middle-aged Bai Zhengxuan's arm, frowned, and looked at Bai Zhengxuan.

"good!"

Bai Zhengxuan nodded, and a large amount of clear water instantly overflowed from his fingertips.

The water washed away the blood on middle-aged Bai Zhengxuan's arms and the black blood that was splashed on his body.

Afraid of black blood flowing to the wound, Bai Zhengxuan washed it twice.

Leng Yebai had already brought clean gauze and some medicine to treat wounds from the bus.

"I'll do it! I happen to be a doctor too."

Middle-aged Liu Jing took the gauze from Leng Yebai's hand, half-crouched in front of middle-aged Bai Zhengxuan, and started preparations.

Spread out the gauze and take a look at the wound to determine its depth.

Well, it's not fatal, it's not the cause of death...

Pooh!

wrong!

Middle-aged Liu Jing patted her head. She had an occupational disease again and always wanted to treat the other person like a corpse.

Bai Xi Ramie's treatment overflowed with green light, and the green light covered the wound, and the red blood oozing out of the wound was reduced visibly to the naked eye.

Middle-aged Bai Zhengxuan looked at Bai Xirong with a kind face, and felt an impulse in his heart to tell what he and his wife had experienced.

But seeing how well Xiaoli got along with the Bai family, she suppressed her inner impulse.

Why bother!

Even if you know it, it will only add to the sadness!

Middle-aged Bai Zhengxuan sighed inaudibly and looked at Bai Xirong, Bai Anhai and others silently without speaking.

After Bai Xirong was almost healed with wood-type powers, middle-aged Liu Jing picked up middle-aged Bai Zhengxuan's clothes and began to bandage him.

"Huh? The scar on Uncle Bai's arm is the same as the scar on my grandfather's arm!"

Bai Yifan looked at the old scar next to the wound on middle-aged Bai Zhengxuan's arm and was surprised.

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