Chapter 300: Chapter 300: He Regretted It

“It’s getting late today. Let’s rest for the night, and early tomorrow I’ll go with you to the place where you were ambushed.” Zhang Yiming looked at the dark circles under Bai Xiqin’s eyes and said, “Rest well first, then you’ll have the energy to find him.”

Whether he finds Leng Yebai or not doesn’t matter, he certainly has to go to that place.

He wants to see for himself who can control so many High Rank Zombies.

Taking advantage of his absence to bully those he needs to protect.

“Alright!”

Bai Xiqin smiled faintly at Zhang Yiming, her exhaustion palpable.

It was the most heart-wrenching smile Zhang Yiming had ever seen.

Zhang Yiming turned away, gripping a dagger, silently watching the reflection of his face in it for a long time without speaking.

The sun gradually set behind the mountains.

Dinner was made by Zhang Yiming and Bai Anhai together.

Zhang Yiming put on clean clothes, wore gloves, pretending that he was part of the family.

At this moment, he thought of himself as Leng Yebai.

The dinner was hearty, but the Bai Family had little appetite, forcing themselves to eat a little, which still counted as a meal.

The bus drove into the yard, and to save the Fan Family and Zhang Yiming the trouble of tidying up the rooms, the Bai Family habitually slept in the bus.

As night fell, the stars shone brightly.

The bus sat quietly in the yard, the blue and white bus bathed in moonlight seemed to be coated in a sacred glow.

Spotless.

A window facing the yard slightly opened a crack, and a pair of eyes stared straight at the bus.

Those eyes occasionally showed an incredibly affectionate yet fierce gaze.

Clearly, deep inside was an extreme longing, yet it was forcibly occupied by unnamed malice.

The eyelids had already started to rot, black blood flowed into the eyes, then down the corners onto the face.

Forming black tears.

Leng Yebai used his decaying fingers to wipe the liquid off his face forcefully, accidentally tearing off a small piece of rotten flesh.

“How long are you planning to hide?”

In the living room, Zhang Yiming’s cool voice came through.

With a creak, a decaying hand pushed the room door open.

Leng Yebai bowed his head, said not a word, and sat dejectedly on the sofa.

In the silent night, the living room was unlit, with only faint moonlight streaming in through the window.

Zhang Yiming glanced at Leng Yebai, his night vision exceptionally good, clearly seeing that more of the flesh on Leng Yebai’s face had rotted away.

The face’s outline was still vaguely recognizable as Leng Yebai’s, but the strong muscles on his arms had even begun to collapse.

The surface had already started turning black, slowly, he would become a walking corpse.

Zhang Yiming didn’t understand why this was happening.

Clearly, he had resisted the zombie virus.

By rights, after a few days’ pain, he should have recovered.

But Leng Yebai had resisted the virus, yet was still in the process of slowly becoming a zombie.

Others became zombies in just a few minutes, or even seconds, their suffering lasted only that brief moment, and after turning, they knew nothing.

But only Leng Yebai was the most unusual he had ever seen.

He was being devoured by the zombie virus bit by bit, the blood drawn from him this morning was already completely black.

Black blood is characteristic of a zombie.

Even so, Leng Yebai didn’t seem to have settled, still heading toward decay.

Worse even than a regular zombie.

Leng Yebai was already a Fourth Rank Superpower User, a High Rank Superpower User turning into a zombie, theoretically, even if he wasn’t a Zombie King, shouldn’t decay so severely.

Zhang Yiming glanced at the apple on the table, an apple he peeled for Xiao Niu earlier in the afternoon, but she didn’t eat.

The peeled apple exposed to the air turned yellow on the outside, exuding a decaying aura.

Zhang Yiming held the rotten apple with his slender, fair fingers, gazing at it, but his words were directed at Leng Yebai.

“Even though the apple has rotted, it’s still an apple. Those who love apples won’t stop eating them just because they rot.” Zhang Yiming looked coolly at Leng Yebai, “Everyone is just a passerby to someone else, even if one must leave, there should be a proper goodbye, if not leaving, then what’s the point of hiding?”

Leng Yebai stretched his fingers toward the window. Under the moonlight, he could clearly see his slender fingers seemed to have grown plump.

That was layer upon layer of decaying flesh.

“And you? You hide away yourself, why tell me not to?” Leng Yebai’s hoarse voice sounded.

His voice no longer resembled that of a human, but rather the low, raspy roar of the ferocious zombies.

“Had I known it would be like this, I wouldn’t have hidden.”

Zhang Yiming stood up, gripping the apple, without looking at Leng Yebai, stepped toward the outside.

He admitted, he regretted.

Bit by bit, the apple diminished in his hand as Zhang Yiming chewed, yet tasted nothing.

His eyes seemed to begin to sting once more.

It was a misconception, zombies don’t cry.

Leng Yebai quietly sat in the living room, watching Zhang Yiming standing in the yard, subconsciously wanting to stand up.

He also wanted to stand in the yard, that way he’d be closer to her.

Yet, with this filthy appearance of his, what was he to do?

Leng Yebai shrank nervously into the corner of the sofa, rotting eyes fixed on the window.

The night deepened.

Zombies need no rest.

Fan Tangtang lay with eyes open between the Fan Family couples, her big, dark eyes blinking.

However mischievous, Fan Tangtang never sneaked out at night.

The old zombie and Xiao Song Zombie stood dazedly in a room, not communicating, just standing there.

At dawn, the old zombie could then look for Fan Tangtang, and Xiao Song Zombie would also be given tasks by the Fan Family couple.

Xiao Lan Zombie crouched at the gate as always, staring blankly at the door.

Zhang Yiming stood in the yard, gradually finishing off the apple in his hand.

Once the apple was gone, he sat on a chair in the yard, a Crystal Core appearing in his hand at some point.

Before him was the blue and white bus, just within reach.

Appearing to absorb the Crystal Core’s energy, yet its energy didn’t diminish in the slightest.

The Bai Family hadn’t closed their eyes in days, and after hearing that Zhang Yiming could help find Leng Yebai, their worried minds eased a little. To have more energy for searching tomorrow, the Bai Family forced themselves to rest.

Exhausted from too long a time, they soon fell fast asleep once their eyes were shut.

The slender fingers gradually scraping at the Crystal Core, the serene face turning even more gentle.

Yet the brainwaves rampaged through the entire village, suppressing all zombies into motionlessness.

At night, the moon suddenly hid behind dark clouds, and a light drizzle began to fall from the sky.

Zhang Yiming paid no mind to the drizzle, yet worried about those sleeping in the bus.

But what was a little rain to the bus?

Zhang Yiming constantly worried they wouldn’t sleep soundly inside.

His long-dead heart unexpectedly started to feel anxious.

Zhang Yiming pocketed the Crystal Core with a sigh, took a clean bedsheet from the room where Leng Yebai was staying, and draped it over the bus.

Zhang Yiming looked at the bus with the bedsheet, feeling somewhat pretentious, laughed at himself, then contentedly returned to his seat on the chair.

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