Chapter 307: Chapter 307: Becoming Humanity’s Hope

The Zombie Emperor Zhang Yiming sat casually on a chair basking in the moonlight, and his sinister face softened quite a bit.

If he truly becomes human this time, does it mean that there might be a possibility for him and Xiao Niu?

His long fingers played with a crystal core, and a faint smile appeared on his face filled with malice.

In this moment, the aura emanating from Zombie Emperor Zhang Yiming was just like Zhang Yiming’s.

Sunshine, warmth.

A crystal core turned into waste residue in the hands of Zombie Emperor Zhang Yiming.

The waste residue was casually tossed onto the ground.

Zombie Emperor Zhang Yiming lifted his clothing, revealing his abdomen.

A large portion of his abdomen was missing, as seen from the front, it was as if some fierce beast had bitten away half of it, forming an arc-shaped gap.

Half of his abdomen was empty, exposing blackened internal organs and flesh.

Zombie Emperor Zhang Yiming glanced indifferently at his own abdomen and then took out another crystal core to absorb.

If Zhang Yiming becomes human, his wounds must heal quickly.

After all, a human body cannot withstand such grievous injuries.

“Hehe.”

Zombie Emperor Zhang Yiming let out a low chuckle.

One by one, the crystal cores turned into waste residue under the moonlight.

The gap in the abdomen slowly fused.

The missing internal organs rapidly transformed, regrowing bit by bit.

This is the horror of the Zombie Emperor.

Zombies have no senses, just decaying corpses.

But High Rank Zombies can heal their wounds by absorbing crystal cores.

The stronger the zombie, the more wounds it can heal.

A being like Zombie Emperor Zhang Yiming, as long as there are crystal cores and sufficient time, can restore even if only a head remains.

This is a crucial point in the long apocalypse where human survivors still have not defeated zombies.

Humans cannot get injured, or they will turn into zombies.

But zombies, as long as they have crystal cores, are not afraid even if only a head remains.

Zombie Emperor Zhang Yiming lazily lay on a deck chair, squinting at the moonlight, a new crystal core in his hand one after another.

Occasionally, he’d glance towards Zhang Yiming’s yard.

His eyes filled with malice held a trace of longing.

…

Zhang Yiming didn’t know how he returned to the yard, but when he came to his senses, he was already standing there.

His pocket was bulging, but he hadn’t dared to touch it again.

Like a fragile dream.

Zhang Yiming subconsciously looked towards the yard next door.

Though it was late, faint light could still be vaguely seen through.

Xiao Niu hadn’t gone to sleep.

He could feel the person inside tossing and turning, and he could hear her sighs.

Though the sighs were light, they made his dead heart ache fiercely.

Zhang Yiming took out what Zombie Emperor Zhang Yiming had given him from his pocket.

A black cloth strip, like it was torn from clothing, wrapped several layers inside out.

Zhang Yiming’s eyelashes trembled slightly, unwrapping it layer by layer.

Revealing its true appearance.

A piece of black wood the size of a palm came into view, accompanied by a heavy historical silence and a scorching sensation.

The surface of the black wood had a thin layer of charcoal, beneath which emitted a rich vitality.

This wood must have been snatched from a raging fire, perfectly black.

Zhang Yiming stared intently at the wood in his hand. Could this legendary Ganmu truly exist?

If it doesn’t, then why is it documented in the Classic of Mountains and Seas, and why did Emperor Qin Shi Huang go to such lengths to seek the Immortal Country?

Zhang Yiming gave a deep look towards the direction of the neighboring yard, and returned to his room with the charred log in his hands.

Passing by Leng Yebai’s room, one could faintly hear the sound of crystal cores crumbling into waste.

Zhang Yiming paused for a moment and continued towards his own room.

Under the gentle light of the lamp, Zhang Yiming took out a sharp dagger, carefully scraping off the charred layer of wood.

The charred wood contained a strong malicious superpower, which felt similar to the energy on him.

It belonged to Zombie Emperor Zhang Yiming.

Apart from this familiar energy, a powerful force was still present.

Like an ancient beast, this mere breath made Zhang Yiming involuntarily squint his eyes.

It’s hard to imagine how Zombie Emperor Zhang Yiming obtained this palm-sized piece of wood.

It’s not that there’s only this piece of Ganmu, but that Zombie Emperor Zhang Yiming could only bring back such a small piece of wood.

As the outer charred surface was scraped away, its true nature was revealed.

Just like every tree branch, Ganmu inside was a light pale yellow.

The pale yellow aura emitted a green energy, exuding a vitality stronger than any Wood Ability.

Just by looking, Zhang Yiming could feel this powerful vitality.

Stronger than any vitality emitted by mutant plants.

Zhang Yiming suddenly realized that perhaps the ancient mythical trees were really various types of mutant plants.

Their powerful effects aren’t just rumors, but very possibly real.

Zhang Yiming carefully, gingerly scraped a bit of the pale yellow.

He placed a small amount of this powder-like substance onto a plate.

On a plate of white jade color, there was a bit of yellow, that if you don’t look closely, you can’t even tell there are wood shavings on it.

The most effective way to test if this Ganmu can resurrect the dead is to directly consume it.

Zhang Yiming now could be considered a corpse, with no vitality on him, essentially a walking dead.

This rich vitality entwined on the palm-sized wood, perhaps consuming it could really turn him human.

But Zhang Yiming did not consume it; he took out a piece of paper, a pen, and a scale.

Placing the Ganmu on the scale, he recorded its data.

Then took out a small cup.

With no hesitation, the sharp dagger cut into his wrist, letting blackened blood flow into the cup.

The black blood carried a swirling black energy, a world apart from the vitality on the plate beside it.

Zhang Yiming carefully poured the wood shavings from the plate into the cup of black blood.

His eyes were fixed keenly on the cup full of black blood, seemingly expecting something.

Weak pale yellow wood shavings fell into the cup full of black blood, like stones sinking into the sea, without a hint of vitality.

Yet Zhang Yiming could still feel in the cup full of decay, a faint vitality was consuming the decay.

After five minutes, the black blood began to turn brown.

Zhang Yiming’s fingers tightly clenched together, staring intently at the cup.

After ten minutes, the brown blood became slightly reddish, yet the vitality in the cup had been exhausted.

The weak wood shavings had exerted their utmost effort, consuming as much decay as they could bear.

Zhang Yiming was almost on the verge of shouting.

This signified that zombies could indeed become human.

A sleepless night.

The first ray of morning sunlight spilled onto the window, and through the window, it fell into Zhang Yiming’s room.

The room was a mess, littered with scratch paper.

Written densely with line after line of data.

Zhang Yiming, tireless and sleepless all night, held a pen with his long fingers, rapidly writing down line after line of obscure numbers and chemical symbols.

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