Chapter 274: Chapter 374: Three Generations

The zombies roared angrily on the streets, while the survivors lived in the cracks.

If you’re not careful, you’ll be torn to pieces by piles of zombies.

Not even a chance to turn into a zombie.

No matter how difficult it is to survive here, the superpower users have not left.

Here, there are many zombies, many crystal cores, and many opportunities.

As superpower users progress, it becomes increasingly difficult to enhance their powers, and ordinary crystal cores can hardly provide the abilities they need.

In the apocalypse, crystal cores are money, power, and the capital for a better life.

No matter how dangerous it is here, there will always be large numbers of superpower users coming in, and there will always be superpower users frightened by zombies leaving.

Today, the zombies angrily roaring in the streets suddenly became quiet.

From ordinary zombies to high-rank zombies, all stood obediently in place.

Even those zombies that were attacking survivors stood still, forgetting to swallow the flesh in their mouths.

Looking closely at them, you can see their bodies trembling slightly, as if they had encountered a terrifying beast.

They had no self-awareness but sensed the terror of the approaching entity.

The streets filled with zombies automatically opened a path due to the arrival of Zombie Emperor Zhang Yiming, allowing the speeding motorcycle to pass unimpeded.

There was no expression on the rotting faces of those zombies. When Zombie Emperor Zhang Yiming passed by, their rotten feet moved at their highest speed possible.

Stumbling, they made way on a path filled with black blood.

Zombie Emperor Zhang Yiming’s face was cold and stern. Even though there were still zombies ahead that hadn’t cleared the way, he did not slow down.

The black, sleek motorcycle charged headlong down the street, yet remained unimpeded.

No zombies were knocked down.

All automatically made way due to the passage of Zombie Emperor Zhang Yiming.

Shivering, they gave way.

Powerful brainwaves centered on Zombie Emperor Zhang Yiming rapidly expanded outward.

At the same time, a large amount of information was fed back to Zombie Emperor Zhang Yiming’s mind through invisible brainwaves.

The corners of Zombie Emperor Zhang Yiming’s mouth slightly curved up, and there was a hint of wickedness on his sunny and gentle face.

The motorcycle took a turn and headed in one direction.

Unobstructed, Zombie Emperor Zhang Yiming arrived in front of a building.

The glass on the outer wall of this building was remarkably clean, and within a several-meter radius, no zombies roamed.

The ground was spotlessly clean, with no red or black blood.

From afar, it seemed to still maintain the appearance it had before the apocalypse.

Outside the several-meter radius, zombies crowded together, forming a protective net of thousands upon thousands of zombies.

With ferocious faces and an overwhelmingly rotten aura, from afar, a faint black mist seemed to hover around the mass of zombies.

No matter how strong the sun shone, it couldn’t reach the ground beneath the zombie horde.

No superpower user had ever reached this building.

Just the thick layer of encirclement several meters away was enough to deter most superpower users.

Moreover, these were not all ordinary zombies; there were even Fourth Rank zombies roaming around!

The superpower users weren’t foolish; knowing their power was insufficient to contend with the zombies here, they would never come in.

The thick layer of encirclement formed a powerful net.

Since the advent of the apocalypse, these “nets” have never been broken.

But this time, the safety net spontaneously opened a path.

A black motorcycle sped through the zombie horde, its speed undiminished, smashing through the building’s glass door to rush inside.

First floor.

The clean and bright floor was littered with thick shards of glass.

Zombie Emperor Zhang Yiming stood expressionlessly at the door, seemingly waiting for someone.

From upstairs came the sound of scrambling and stumbling.

The footsteps were chaotic, revealing the owner’s panic, and there was more than one of them.

In less than a minute, three neatly dressed “people” rushed to the first floor, looking timidly at the young man who had barged in.

There was no expression of defiance.

Even though the intruder had smashed the door open.

Zombie Emperor Zhang Yiming raised his eyelids, looking at the three figures who had just rushed down.

All three were dressed in clean clothes, with no sign of decay on their faces.

One was a young man in clean casual wear, his handsome appearance easily winning the favor of girls.

Another was a middle-aged man who appeared mature and steady, a successful entrepreneur whose brand was often seen on television.

The other was an elderly man with gray hair, wearing gold-rimmed glasses, knowledgeable; his achievements were also broadcast on TV, a renowned scholar.

In this entire building, there were only these three “people.”

To be protected by a thick cluster of zombies, they must be zombies.

Seeing they retained human-like appearances and awareness.

These three were Zombie Kings.

“May I ask, do you have business with us?”

The middle-aged man cautiously looked at the young man with powerful brainwaves in front of him, his voice tinged with a tremor.

He was a successful businessman.

In Shanghai, he owned a large listed company, and this building was his company’s office location.

Also his home.

He was a successful man, having led a somewhat indulgent lifestyle in his younger days, untouched by the chaos around him.

Many women, but no wife, although he had a son.

Like his father, he was the same.

The entire household consisted only of the three of them, grandfather, father, and son.

When the apocalypse erupted, they didn’t feel much different.

Just that there were more zombies outside, uglier ones, and food increasingly lacked taste.

The three of them were very cautious, hiding at home, not daring to step out for fear of being eaten by zombies.

They were even thankful that none of them had turned into zombies.

They hadn’t realized that their bodies had long since become different.

They only noticed that the food became tasteless, eventually losing all sense of taste.

Later, they began to crave their neighbors next door.

The taste of blood and flesh stirred uncontrollable excitement within them.

It was only when the son cut his finger that they discovered their blood was black.

They had become zombies.

They were frightened, scared of being exterminated by superpower users.

They had a vast fortune and were truly rich.

The wealthy feared death the most.

So the three of them used their abilities to summon zombies, securely surrounding the building.

Protecting them.

Today, they were very panicked.

A brainwave tens of times stronger than theirs burst in, causing the grandfather, father, and son to tremble.

Their first reaction was to jump out of the window and run, but they didn’t do so. Instead, they rushed downstairs, fearing that even a moment’s delay would lead to their destruction by the intruder.

Only zombies could sense the horror of other zombies.

They looked timidly at the young man before them, bodies uncontrollably quivering like the ordinary zombies outside.

“I have something I need you to do.”

Zombie Emperor Zhang Yiming’s voice was calm but carried an undeniable tone.

“Okay!”

The grandfather, father, and son quickly nodded, inexplicably relieved in their hearts.

As long as he wasn’t here to take the crystal cores from their heads, they would do anything he asked.

“Is there any mysterious organization here researching superpower users or zombies?” Zombie Emperor Zhang Yiming gazed coldly at the three faces.

These three people were the most formidable Zombie Kings in the city, respected by all zombies.

Asking them was the quickest method.

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