Reborn at the end of the world, my zombie boyfriend, don’t chase me

Fang Yibai, whose surname was taken from his mother, lived with his mother Fang Rong in a small and dirty slum before he was eight years old. He was an illegitimate son, neither his father nor his mother loved him.

Other children are treasures in the hands of their parents and grow up under the careful care of their families.

But he was different. He was a burden in Fang Rong's eyes. Even his biological father didn't want him. He was a redundant person.

Fang Yibai had memories of when he was eight months old. That day, he was so hungry that he cried loudly after eating two meals in three days. Fang Rong got drunk and returned to the small room, facing the still-infant baby. He cursed a lot,

Then, Fang Rong staggeredly picked up the pillow on the side and covered it cruelly.

An uncomfortable feeling of suffocation came, and the little baby struggled wildly, but was powerless.

However, Fang Yibai has a strong desire to survive.

Finally, Fang Rong let go at the last moment.

Heart-wrenching cries echoed throughout the room.

From then on, Fang Yibai learned to endure hunger.

An eight-month-old baby does not dare to cry even if his chest is pressed against his back due to hunger.

When I was three years old, other children were playing carefree, crying, acting coquettishly, and going to kindergarten.

He learned to cook with a rice cooker on a small bench, pick up garbage on the street, pick up unwanted leftovers, wash clothes, sweep and mop the floor, and clean.

In the eyes of others, this world is beautiful and happy, but in his eyes, it is gloomy...

He often envied the children in the park, who were accompanied by their parents and family members. For fear that they would fall or bump, or be tired from playing or hungry, their parents would give them hot water and cakes.

At this time, he will think that maybe dying was a kind of relief.

When he was seven years old, it was time for him to go to elementary school, but he didn't have a household registration and couldn't go to school.

So, on his eighth birthday, Fang Rong took him to a manor.

It was a cold winter, with heavy snow falling in the sky and a biting cold wind. The lights in the manor were bright, people were wearing thick cotton coats, and their faces were filled with happy smiles.

He was wearing an autumn coat picked up from the garbage dump and shivering in the cold wind.

Separated by a door, it's like heaven and hell.

"Yibai, this is your home from now on. You have to be obedient, you know?"

"Following your father is better than following me."

This was the first time that Fang Rong spoke to him so kindly.

Fang Yibai looked at the manor carefully, with a hint of envy and expectation in his eyes.

Dad's house?

Can he live here in the future?

The next second, the door of the manor opened with a creak.

An old woman with a fat head and big ears and a fierce face came out, carrying a large box in her hand.

"Boom."

The big box was thrown in front of Fang Rong, and then the old lady pushed Fang Yibai towards the door in disgust.

"This is what Mr. Wang ordered you to do. From now on, he will have nothing to do with you."

The old lady said domineeringly, and then pushed Fang Yibai towards the manor.

For a moment, Fang Yibai felt panic and anxiety in his heart.

"mom."

Fang Yibai shouted and turned around, only to see Fang Rong dragging the big suitcase and turning away without any regrets.

"Mom, mom, where are you going?"

"Don't leave me behind."

Fang Yibai broke free from the old woman's grasp and chased after her.

Although Fang Rong didn't treat him well, for eight years, Fang Rong was the only one in his world.

"Tch, so naive."

The old lady was not in a hurry and stood aside leisurely watching the show.

"mom……"

"What are you doing here? Get out of here."

Fang Rong pushed Fang Yibai away.

"I, I want to follow you."

Fang Yibai fell to the ground and looked at Fang Rong pitifully.

"Follow me, what's the use of following me? Do you know what's in this box? It's money, a big box of money, money that you won't be able to use in a lifetime."

Fang Rong roared hysterically, saying that by selling Fang Yibai, she could live the life she wanted, and Fang Yibai could also go to school and live a good life.

Isn't that great?

But she never thought about the impact such hurtful words would have on an eight-year-old child.

"I can eat less, and I can still make money by picking up garbage. You can take me away."

Fang Yibai shrank and finally understood that his mother sold him for money.

"Go away, who cares about your little money?"

Fang Rong cursed and dragged the box away.

During the whole process, Fang Yibai did not cry, but the light in his eyes gradually dimmed.

"Let's go."

At this time, the old woman came over and picked up the thin Fang Yibai.

"What's there to chase after such a mother?"

The door to the manor opened, and from then on, Fang Yibai lived in purgatory.

A paradise that looks like heaven may not be heaven, it may also be hell.

Soon, the old lady took him to a spacious and luxurious study room, and he met the so-called father for the first time.

Wang Heqing is not tall, has a plump figure, wears a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, has a fake smile at the corner of his mouth, and has a pair of sharp eyes like an eagle.

"Sister-in-law Chen, take him down to wash himself. He will sleep in the maid's room tonight."

Wang Heqing looked at Fang Yibai, the disgust and disgust in his eyes not concealed at all.

"Yes."

The old lady took Fang Yibai down.

This night was one of the happiest nights in Fang Yibai's memory.

Even if it was a servant's room, Fang Yibai felt it was very luxurious.

There is hot water, brand new clothes, a warm bed, snacks, fruit, milk...

Fang Yibai washed himself clean and fell on the big bed. He couldn't help but think that maybe his mother really did it for his own good.

As long as he is obedient, even being a servant is better than picking up garbage to satisfy his hunger.

For the first time, he had hope for life.

Early the next morning, he got up early, cleaned the room and walked out.

He thought about finding some work to make it worthwhile to stay here, but the manor was too big and he got lost.

Here, he met Wang Lei.

The only person who gave him warmth in his childhood, they played hide and seek together, chatted while lying on the grass, and hid in a secret base.

However, the happy time was short-lived.

At noon, Wang Heqing took him out of the manor, registered his residence, went to Shangguan's house, and took him to a research institute on the grounds of a physical examination.

On the first day, 400cc of blood was drawn from Fang Yibai.

400cc is nothing to an adult, but he is still a child, a child suffering from chronic malnutrition.

"Mr. Wang, yes, his blood type is very rare and is suitable for our research project."

"That's good. If you need anything from now on, just follow Guan De directly."

Wang Heqing left very satisfied. When leaving, he gave Fang Yibai a meaningful look.

Soon, a group of researchers in white coats surrounded Fang Yibai.

"What are you going to do?"

"body check."

Fang Yibai was dragged into the research room.

Injections, medicines, and instruments... At night, he was thrown into a small dark room.

He didn't know what those people had injected into him, but the heartbreaking pain kept him awake all night, as if millions of ants were gnawing at him, and his whole body felt hot and cold.

After struggling all night, a new round of drug trials came the next day.