I am the zombie king of the apocalypse

"Six, and the last one."

After finishing off a soldier, the young man muttered to himself, and then looked at the soldier who was still alive at the end. After seeing the other soldier's appearance, he raised his head slightly, as if he was a little surprised.

"Hey, you were the last one to die before, right?"

He seemed to be asking the soldier, but the other party heard Chinese. When he found out that all his teammates were dead and he was the only one left, he realized that something was wrong. The Chinese man in front of him was not an ordinary person at all. What just happened, even though he I couldn't see most of them, but my teammates fired so many bullets. Even if they all hit, at least the target would be a little embarrassed, right?

But there was not even a trace of mess visible on this man's body, let alone a gunshot wound!

After noticing that the young Asian man was looking at him, the still-living soldier ran away without any hesitation! But he was destined to follow in the footsteps of his teammates. As soon as he took a few steps, he groaned, and a tearing feeling came from his back and suddenly occupied all his senses!

"the seventh!"

The young man retracted the knife and took the bloody long knife off the soldier. The next second, the knife began to melt in his hand and turned into liquid and merged into his arm.

"It's all settled, it's time to go to Daria." After glancing in a certain direction, the young man who had already put back the knife walked in that direction.

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After a while, Tang Ye quickly arrived at the place where Dariya's family of five lived. He glanced at the residential building and his nose could already smell the scent of the five people.

"Huh?"

Tang Ye suddenly made a sound of doubt. Something seemed to surprise him. There were only four people on the floor where Dariya's family lived, and the other person was on the ground. Needless to say, he knew that this guy was Piccolo.

The two times he came here were both at night, and Piccolo was outside during that time. But now it was daytime, and less than ten minutes had passed since he returned to the starting point. What was Piccolo doing?

He shrugged his nose. The smell on Piccolo's body was not on the same level as his own, but underground?

"What are you doing?"

Tang Ye circled around and quickly found a sewer with a lid that had been pried open. Here, he could see that the smell on Piccolo's body was very strong, with a bit of fishy smell, but the smell of this sewer was too overwhelming. , covering up part of the taste of Bic.

Although the nose is no longer working very well at this moment, zombies not only have noses that are sharper than dogs, but also have ears that are extremely sensitive to sound. In the dark sewers, the sound of "prick, prick, prick" is constantly heard. , accompanied by the sound of someone's footsteps, it sounded like someone was dragging something.

And that thing was very heavy, and it was difficult for one person to drag it. Tang Ye didn't move, he just stood at the entrance of the sewer and waited. After a while, the man dragging the thing in the sewer seemed to be tired, and he kept breathing heavily. In the end, he seemed to give up what he wanted to carry and walked lightly towards the sewer entrance on Tang Ye's side.

Soon, Tang Ye saw Piccolo's figure below.

I just heard him curse something in the local language, and then pulled the rope connected to it with his hand. After making sure that the rope could withstand his own strength, Piccolo started to climb out little by little. Obviously, he often climbed out from this place. He went up and down in and out, moving very skillfully, and climbed out of the sewer in a short while. But just as he climbed out, when he turned his head, he saw Tang Ye's face that he didn't recognize at all!

"Who are you?"

He quickly took out his crowbar like a reflex, but when he asked the other party, he stumbled and almost fell to the ground, which was a little funny.

This scene was a little different from the previous two times, but Tang Ye was not surprised. He raised his hands skillfully and took this opportunity to dispel some of the defenses in the other party's heart.

"I'm not in danger...please rest assured, sir?"

Tang Ye said in English, and he found that his English level seemed to be somewhat improved.

"I'm not an idiot, but you're actually talking about trusting me here? To be honest, you don't have any leverage for me to trust you!" Bick replied.

Tang Ye frowned. The Piccolo he met now was different from the Piccolo he met two times before. Is it because the night makes people more emotional?

His English level has indeed improved a bit, but once Piccolo started to use complicated English, Tang Ye couldn't understand it. For example, the sentence just now, but even though he didn't understand it, the other party's tone was obviously very unfriendly. Compared to It can't be said that the Piccolo he met two times before was completely different. It just ruined Tang Ye's initial impression of Piccolo.

"Sir, I'm sorry, I'm not very proficient in English. I didn't understand what you just said. Excuse me, do you know Chinese?"

Knowing that this guy was very Chinese, Tang Ye was too lazy to chat awkwardly with him in English and chose to skip the English contact stage directly. Piccolo, who clearly heard the content of Tang Ye's words, was stunned for a moment, and then subconsciously heard in English: "Are you actually Chinese?"

"right."

"It's... it's really surprising. I thought I would never see Chinese people again in this place."

"Didn't you see it now?"

"Haha... Well, maybe we should get back to the topic. What can I do for you?"

"I'm looking for someone." Tang Ye answered directly without thinking. That's how he answered when he met Piccolo for the second time. As expected, Piccolo said what Tang Ye could think of with his toes. Answer: "Perhaps what you should do now is to leave Camberlite. I believe that the person you are looking for may have died here."

"There is a saying in China: if you are alive, you must see the person; if you are dead, you must see the body. You should listen to this sentence more often. I will not leave until I see the body of that person. I need some clues."

"Chinese people are really stubborn, so I have to remind you that you may stay here for a long time."

"It's fine."

"Maybe I will know something about what the person you are looking for looks like."

Tang Ye told Lu Xiaojie's basic appearance. Piccolo thought about it carefully and finally shook his head. When he looked at himself again, he found that Tang Ye's eyes had been on him, as if he was waiting. What? Piccolo narrowed his eyes slightly.

Tang Ye is also thinking deeply now. He came here at the wrong time. His purpose was to enter Piccolo's home, but looking at the situation, he seemed to have arrived early. The time was different, and the other party's emotions were different, so what he would do It's also different. Maybe he will exclude himself, a stranger?