Chapter 342: Chapter 342: Let’s Talk About It Tomorrow

“The leaves of the Fusang Tree can heal wounds,” Zombie Emperor Zhang Yiming remarked, looking at the leaves in Bai Xiqin’s hand that exuded a rich vitality, “Remember to keep them safe.”

In the apocalypse, being injured meant death.

Many mutated plants had the ability to heal wounds, but Zombie Emperor Zhang Yiming never concerned himself with these matters.

The most famous plant for healing wounds was the mulberry leaves, which the survivors in the apocalypse favored greatly.

Whether the mulberry tree could grow into the Fusang Tree recorded in the Classic of Mountains and Seas, Zombie Emperor Zhang Yiming didn’t know, nor did he care.

Now, he somewhat regretted it; if only he had known he could return to the past, he would have learned more about things beneficial to humans during the apocalypse.

“Alright!”

Bai Xiqin smiled and nodded.

She naturally understood the significant healing properties of the mutated mulberry tree leaves.

These mutated mulberry trees were rare and hard to come by; once discovered, they would be fiercely contested by various factions and then transplanted back to the safety bases.

This would be a boastful asset for any base.

The mulberry tree continuously produced new leaves, offering better benefits than a Wood Ability superpower.

Whether it could grow into the Heaven-Reaching Divine Tree was no longer important; just its leaves had become the object of competition among the major safety bases.

The powerful benefits of the Fusang Tree would only be discovered in a year or two.

The Wang Family probably didn’t know the Fusang Tree’s capabilities yet, which is why they left this branch behind.

Bai Xiqin felt the soft soil in the flowerpot and gently pulled, plucking the branch free.

It exposed the freshly broken root.

The mutated Fusang Tree was nearby!

Bai Xiqin’s eyes lit up instantly.

Fusang Leaves were very precious in the apocalypse; if she could plant them in her space, it would be a huge gain!

Zombie Emperor Zhang Yiming watched Bai Xiqin’s sparkling eyes, his lips curving slightly.

His long eyelashes slowly covered his eyes, and within a minute, Zombie Emperor Zhang Yiming opened them again.

Extracting the wanted images from the nearby zombies’ minds was not difficult for Zombie Emperor Zhang Yiming.

“They came from that direction,” Zombie Emperor Zhang Yiming pointed towards the nearby Azure Dragon Mountain, his eyes warmly watching Bai Xiqin, “I have other matters, so I won’t be joining you. Please be careful.”

Zombie Emperor Zhang Yiming’s eyes held a touch of reluctance, his fingers slightly tightening, then slowly relaxing.

The force wasn’t yet found, and he wouldn’t be at ease no matter what.

Compared to staying by Bai Xiqin’s side, he preferred clearing those forces.

He feared the future wouldn’t be rewritten; only by completely eliminating those forces could he feel reassured.

The nightmare-like future was something he really didn’t want to see, even if that hellish future was almost created by him.

Zombie Emperor Zhang Yiming slightly lowered his gaze, unable to meet Bai Xiqin’s eyes.

If she knew he had killed so many survivors and created a hellish future, she would surely be afraid of him!

“Alright, if you have matters, handle them first!” Bai Xiqin waved at Zombie Emperor Zhang Yiming, a subtle smile on her face.

Zombie Emperor Zhang Yiming looked up, the unexpected smile breaking into his gaze.

His face, which hadn’t smiled much for nearly ten years, involuntarily showed a smile.

“Alright!”

Zombie Emperor Zhang Yiming nodded and waved back at Bai Xiqin.

It was like returning to student days when, after school, he would deliberately brush past Bai Xiqin, waving goodbye.

Such times were truly nostalgic!

Bai Xiqin saw the unintentional sadness in Zombie Emperor Zhang Yiming’s eyes and paused slightly.

She felt that Xiao Ming’s experiences were more tragic and worn than her own.

After the Bai Family bid farewell to Zombie Emperor Zhang Yiming, they boarded the bus to find the Fusang Tree.

Zombie Emperor Zhang Yiming stood there, quietly watching the Bai Family board the bus, seeing them off.

Leng Yebai rolled down the bus window, and with a mask on, he leaned out.

Wearing gloves, Leng Yebai waved at Zombie Emperor Zhang Yiming, casually saying:

“Zhang Yiming, you said this morning that I should find you in the afternoon. We’ll be back late this afternoon, so let’s discuss things tomorrow.”

Zombie Emperor Zhang Yiming paused slightly, staring blankly at Leng Yebai.

Only now did it seem he noticed him.

This person was peculiar; he could smell the human blood aura from him while also sensing faint brainwaves.

Xiao Niu’s seemingly lackluster boyfriend seemed different from before.

“Alright, let’s talk tomorrow,” Zombie Emperor Zhang Yiming slowly nodded, his gaze landing on the mask on Leng Yebai’s face.

Leng Yebai’s eyes darkened as he waved his hand and rolled up the window.

The bus brushed past Zombie Emperor Zhang Yiming, heading directly towards Azure Dragon Mountain.

Zombie Emperor Zhang Yiming stood there, quietly watching the bus depart.

His slender fingers gently rubbed together as he looked at the bus, murmuring softly, “A human with brainwaves?”

Zombie Emperor Zhang Yiming shook his head slightly, dismissing thoughts about Leng Yebai.

He had more important matters to attend to.

Only after the bus disappeared did Zombie Emperor Zhang Yiming slowly turn and leave.

The warmth in his eyes had vanished, replaced by an almost tangible hostility enveloping him.

This hostility radiated naturally from within, something he only suppressed in front of a particular person.

The warm, sunny face was no more, now tainted with a trace of malevolence.

As he passed, all zombies stopped, paying homage to their emperor.

On the bus.

“What were you talking about with Xiao Ming?”

Bai Xiqin took an orange from her space, peeling as she asked Leng Yebai.

“It’s about my physical condition, seeing when I can return to my original form,” Leng Yebai replied, his gaze lowered, avoiding Bai Xiqin, as his fingers tightened, forcing out a barely passable lie.

“Oh.”

Bai Xiqin acknowledged, focusing on eating her orange, not doubting Leng Yebai’s words.

Leng Yebai quietly exhaled, yet his gaze grew heavier.

The person just now wasn’t Zhang Yiming.

Though it seemed like they had no grudges with Zhang Yiming, neither looked favorably upon the other.

Scenes of speaking alone were virtually nonexistent, let alone arranging private meetings to study Leng Yebai’s blood.

In recent days, it had been Zhang Yiming coming to draw blood and take it back for research.

Leng Yebai casually drummed his fingers on the car window, pondering the relationship between the person he encountered and Zhang Yiming.

“Here, have an orange,” Bai Xiqin joyfully offered everyone a large, sweet orange as she ate.

Bai Xiqin quite liked eating oranges; the orange tree in her space was transplanted from Bai Zhengxuan’s orchard, producing large, sweet, seedless fruits.

“True to the orchard’s trees, very sweet!”

Bai Zhengxuan peeled and ate an orange, comfortably squinting.

Just like a pre-apocalyptic afternoon, pulling weeds in the orchard, casually picking an orange, and relaxing on a deck chair under the sun.

Bai Yifan looked at the orange Bai Xiqin handed him, silently joking, “Grandpa, I feel the orchard’s fruit trees were all planted for big sis, they’re all her favorites—are you favoring girls over boys?”

“What nonsense! Boys and girls are the same! Not everything’s your sis’s favorite.” Bai Zhengxuan retorted, “Did you forget the two walnut trees in the orchard? They were planted right after you were born!”

Bai Yifan: …

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