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Zhang Yaopeng slightly poked his head out from the shadow of the building, but the scorching midday sun made him uncomfortable.
In anger, the Zombie let out a low growl, retracting its head slightly. To avoid the sunlight, it retreated back into the shadow of the building.
Silence enveloped the shadow for several seconds before a chilling sound of chewing echoed once more.
It was feasting on a female college student dressed in a short skirt. The mangled corpse still bore traces of a once beautiful face. However, beauty could not save her from the claws of the Zombie; ultimately, she was discovered and devoured by Zhang Yaopeng.
This female student was someone Zhang Yaopeng had stumbled upon last night. In this apocalyptic world, finding fresh human flesh on a university campus was something that thrilled the Zombie.
Even though Second-Stage Zombies no longer needed to consume living humans to survive, they still retained this shared preference for the blood and flesh of the living, which remained irresistibly appealing to them.
As a Zombie, Zhang Yaopeng could no longer remember anything from his past life.
Even with the arrival of Ancestral Night, which had awakened memories in all Mutated Zombies, their low intelligence prevented them from grasping what those memories truly represented.
Perhaps after evolving further, as their abilities and intellect developed, these Zombies would gradually discover the benefits of their awakened memories.
However, for now, those newly surfaced memories were merely trivial and served no purpose for the Zombies.
At least for Zhang Yaopeng, those sudden memories were still useful.
He remembered his name.
Zhang Yaopeng.
This was his name from when he was human, and it felt familiar to him.
He recalled where he was born: a city several hundred kilometers away from Wocheng. It was not particularly prosperous.
Aside from him, there was no father, no mother, and a younger sister in his home.
A very cute sister, beautiful with tender skin, looking quite delectable.
Even as a Zombie, there were desires.
Zhang Yaopeng thought that if he could devour the sister from his memories, it would be wonderful.
Such a pale and tender body. The taste would surely be exquisite.
Perhaps he should go back and see her?
From time to time, this thought flashed through Zhang Yaopeng's mind, which was as chaotic as a tangled mess.
If he didn't return soon, she might be eaten by another Zombie.
Imagining the scene of his delicate and tasty sister being devoured bite by bite by other Zombies made Zhang Yaopeng restless as he was eating.
He forcefully tugged at the corpse in front of him, using his teeth to tear off an arm, blood splattering all over his face.
Normally, he would carefully lick up every drop of blood, wasting none.
However, at that moment, Zhang Yaopeng was extremely agitated. He chewed on the Severed Arm in his hand with disgust and boredom, finding it tasteless.
The image of his sister being eaten by other Zombies flashed through his mind, filling him with rage.
After chewing a couple more bites of the Severed Arm, Zhang Yaopeng suddenly became furious.
He jumped up from the ground, threw away the half-eaten Severed Arm in his hand, and began to pace around in the shadows, roaring in frustration and anger.
In the plaza outside the building, a few wandering Zombies caught the scent of blood and rushed over, fighting over the Severed Arm that Zhang Yaopeng had thrown.
Amidst the struggle of the Zombies, blood and bits of flesh splattered everywhere. Watching this chaotic scene from the shadows of the building, Zhang Yaopeng felt a surge of anger rising within him.
The sunlight outside was the source of his fury; if it weren't for that annoying light, he wouldn't be trapped in the shadows of this building, afraid to move even a little.
Sitting in the darkness, he glared at the group of Low-Level Zombies fighting over the Severed Arm he had discarded. Suddenly, a decision formed in his mind.
He wanted to go back.
Not to another place, but to go home!
He longed to devour that tender and delicious girl from his memories. He could not tolerate such a delectable morsel being consumed by other Zombies; she belonged to him.
“Roar! Roar!”
The Second-Stage Zombie's furious growls made the Zombies outside feel uneasy as they continued to fight over the Severed Arm.
However, after waiting for a while without any further action from Zhang Yaopeng, the Low-Level Zombies shook their bodies and resumed their struggle.
Meanwhile, in the shadows, Zhang Yaopeng had made up his mind: he would eat that girl from his memories, the one he referred to as his sister, that delicious food.
Such tender and tasty food was undoubtedly meant for him; how could he let it fall into the hands of other Zombies?
But before that, he needed to become stronger.
He had an instinct that once he grew stronger, he would no longer have to fear the sun's rays.
Without fear of sunlight, he could walk freely outside and return to find that delectable sister from his memories.
To become stronger, one must consume other Second-Stage Zombies to achieve evolution.
In the current school, Zhang Yaopeng understood just how formidable the other Second-Stage Zombies were. Every night, they would engage in brutal fights, and he knew he had to eliminate other Zombies to enhance his own power.
However, as Zhang Yaopeng lurked in the shadows, growling and preparing to attack the other Second-Stage Zombies, a tall shadow gradually approached from the plaza outside the building.
It was an enormous White Wolf, standing two meters tall. From a distance, it resembled a fantastical creature straight out of a movie—massive like a mountain, exuding an aura of intimidation.
Its body lacked the foul stench and wounds typical of most Zombies. On the contrary, the fur of this White Wolf appeared remarkably beautiful, radiating an imposing presence.
Within its Blood-red Eyes lay a cold disdain, as if all these Zombies before it were nothing more than insignificant ants, incapable of stirring any emotion within it.
On its back stood two figures—a man and a woman.
The man's hair was dry and devoid of luster, resembling a tangle of withered grass swaying gently in the wind. A long scarf wrapped around his neck obscured one-third of his face, adding an air of mystery. His dead gray eyes lacked the vitality expected of a human, harmonizing eerily with this Silence and desolate world.
Beside him stood a girl who would be considered stunning by human standards. With her graceful figure and flawless face, she could make anyone scream in admiration.
Yet now, she could evoke screams of terror from all humans.
The sudden appearance of three Zombies made Zhang Yaopeng uneasy. Hidden in the shadows of the building, he coldly observed the three approaching Zombies not far away.
The visual range of Second-Stage Zombies extended about a thousand meters, which was roughly their range for perceiving fellow Zombies through Mental Power.
Beyond this range, the perception of the same-tier Zombies was significantly weak. Therefore, when the enormous and terrifying White Wolf appeared at the edge of the square, carrying two equally Second Stage Zombies, Zhang Yaopeng finally noticed them.
There was no escape now.
Moreover, it was broad daylight. Although Zhang Yaopeng did not understand why the three Zombies before him could move freely in the light, he certainly did not possess such abilities.
If he carelessly rushed into the sunlight, he would instantly lose all capacity to resist.
The pain of being burned by sunlight surpassed everything, quickly shattering his will and leaving him exhausted. His combat effectiveness would plummet.
However, as expected, those three Zombies were gradually approaching.
Hiding in the shadows, Zhang Yaopeng could even see the cold murderous intent in the eyes of the man on the back of the White Wolf from a distance.
At this moment, the other party's intentions were clear.
Zhang Yaopeng let out a low growl, feeling restless as he paced in the shadows.
He was not afraid of battle; the brutal bloodlust of a Zombie even made him crave slaughter. Yet, the common fear of death shared by intelligent beings made him hesitate.
As the three Second-Stage Zombies drew closer, Zhang Yaopeng became increasingly agitated in his hiding place.
Ultimately, caught between the ferocity of his desire to kill and the terror of being cornered, Zhang Yaopeng snapped.
He let out a tremendous beastly roar, his Blood-red Eyes glaring fiercely at the approaching Second-Stage Zombies. Mental Power lashed out around him like a whip.
In an instant, the previously aimless Zombies wandering around the building trembled as if controlled by strings, directing their furious howls at the advancing White Wolf.
Unlike most methods used by Zombies to enslave and control Low-Level Zombies, Zhang Yaopeng's ability to control them was far more powerful.
It could assimilate the surrounding Zombies using Mental Power, and the assimilated Zombies temporarily gained the extreme speed of a cheetah or the immense strength of a tiger.
Depending on the situation, it could even cause parts of these assimilated Zombies to mutate, awakening the potential of these Low-Level Zombies and significantly enhancing their combat abilities. Visibly, as Zhang Yaopeng exerted control, the Zombies began to roar, with many of them developing five bony spikes from their leg and arm muscles.
The sharp bone spikes gleamed ominously in the sunlight, resembling razor-sharp blades that sent chills down one's spine.
When White Wolf arrived at the front of the building with Chu Donglin, they were greeted by a group of fully armed terrifying Zombies.
Chu Donglin looked speechlessly at these hostile Low-Level Zombies glaring at him and shook his head in disbelief.
"The world of Zombies is indeed bizarre; this ability to control and enhance Low-Level Zombies is unexpected... Ha... this is going to be troublesome with so many minions."
Even clearing out minions required time and energy.
So, Chu Donglin raised his head and shouted into the building, "Hey! You coward hiding inside, come out if you have guts! What kind of skill is it to hide away?"
Naturally, Chu Donglin's provocation was ignored.
He shrugged helplessly and exchanged a glance with the girl beside him, looking innocent. "Well, there's no choice now; we can only clear out the minions first." (To be continued...)
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