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But this level of Zombie shouldn't be like this.
Shen Xingchuan felt anxious, but even if he unleashed his full power to kill a group of Zombies, Ling Xue would still run away. The killing intent made the whites of his dark pupils turn blood red, and his abilities were unstable. The Zombies turned to ashes under his onslaught, while Feng Ling and the others dared not speak.
Suddenly, a young Zombie, looking disoriented, knelt on the ground. "Don't kill me! Don't kill me! I know where the person you're looking for is; I saw her yesterday."
Zhou Xiaopang exclaimed, "It spoke! Damn, a third-level Zombie can talk? Is it a fake Zombie?"
Wen Yu smacked the back of his head and adjusted his glasses with slender fingers. "Zombies can't be fake; he's still rotting. These Zombies must have some issues."
Shen Xingchuan approached the kneeling young man, lowering his gaze, his killing intent undiminished. "Who did you see?"
"A very beautiful girl, dressed very cleanly; she doesn't look like an Apocalypse Survivor. There was also a smaller girl with a back injury beside her; that girl has Third-Level Wood Ability."
Feng Ling hurriedly interjected, "Yes, yes! That's them! Where are they? And why can you talk?"
"They were captured by an organization nearby. The man leading that group is Tu Long; he's a Sixth-Level Ability user. Even a Seven-Level Ability user wouldn't dare provoke him. This man is extremely lecherous and has captured many girls, even young ones. I used to be in high school until they killed me and I became a Zombie."
Shen Xingchuan yanked him up from the ground. "Lead the way; explain more on the road. If you take me to find them, I won't kill you."
A group of them squeezed into a large off-road vehicle, heading towards Tu Long's lair.
As they got in the car, one of the communicating Zombies suddenly attacked a human. After getting its arm broken, it returned to normal and apologized weakly, "I didn't mean to; I can't control it. You should tie me up."
Zhou Xiaopang chuckled nervously and unceremoniously tied the Zombie securely in the back seat before taking his place in the passenger seat. He was genuinely afraid of being bitten unexpectedly.
Wen Yu drove but paid attention to this Fourth-Level Zombie as it slowly recounted its story.
Becoming a Zombie is just wandering around aimlessly. I was lingering nearby when your bases came to clear out the area. I was captured by Wei Shiren and injected with something.
I can't describe how it felt; it was like an anime slideshow where human memories gradually resurfaced. I regained some rationality, but my emotions were very unstable.
I felt violent urges to kill and was often in a half-controlled state, but Wei Shi and Ling Xue claimed to be our benefactors, giving us another chance at rationality and asking us to help her with tasks.
I don't know what others think, but I stayed purely because I didn't want to be killed. We were actually just incidental captures; what mattered was that Seventh-Level Ice System.
Fake Kid Brother's lips turned pale, but he still seemed relatively spirited as he leaned against Feng Ling's embrace, his expression shifting slightly: "Ling Xue wants to subdue that Seventh-Level Ice System, but something went wrong during its upgrade?"
"Yes, it seems that because of the injection of that drug, we've all become extremely emotional, including that Ice-type creature.
To regain his memories, he needs to leave and find his daughter. He fought fiercely with Wei Shiren, and even Ling Xue's threats to kill him couldn't stop him. When it became clear that he couldn't be held back, she planned to forcibly control him using her mental strength.
Who would have thought that the Zombie would possess a Seventh Level Ice Core? He absorbed it on the spot and advanced to the Eighth Level, carving out a path for himself and breaking free.
Ling Xue ordered us to pursue him, and as we chased after him, I realized he was heading towards the direction of Tu Long."
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