Zombie Memories

The blizzard is very strange. The mountainous snow melted without a trace within half a day after stopping, and there was not even a matching amount of water.People don't know where the snow water has gone, or the snow itself is not ordinary snow, so it won't turn into water at all?

In any case, this weird disappearance of snow is more reassuring.Then the reality that the zombies become more powerful is even more worrying.High-level zombies and intelligent zombies appeared one after another, among which the most powerful ones fought and fought, and several zombie kings appeared in a large area.

These zombie kings are far away, and they usually live in peace, but the devouring nature of zombies makes them fight across borders from time to time, and then there are only three of the most powerful left.The western base is in the territory known as the "King of Spirit" zombies.This zombie king is said to have unparalleled spiritual power, not only commanding zombies, but also assimilating humans, animals, and microorganisms. Of course, this is probably a rumor spread by some crazy guy to discredit it.

The King of Energy is not only powerful in combat, but also has a wave of high-level zombies under his command. They have various abilities, making every base worry that one day they will be besieged by zombies.Because the western base knew that they were within its scope, they really wanted to know more about this zombie king, but the energy king was elusive, and no one knew what he was like and what skills he had.

In order to compete for living space, human beings are also actively trying to improve. From supernatural training methods to the use of crystal nuclei, many masters have been produced among human beings in half a year.Whether it's because of the zombies or people's struggle for power, large and small human bases are constantly scattered and reorganized, but several large bases have been relatively stable.

One year has passed, and people have also realized that long-term survival must ensure planting, production and reproduction. When the flowers are used up by collecting everywhere, many large and medium-sized bases have begun to cultivate fields and build small factories. Women and children live in They were bullied and given up before, and their numbers were greatly reduced, but now they are protected in a planned way.

At the beginning, some humans broke through the seventh-level and eighth-level supernatural powers, and led a small team to search everywhere.At present, the highest level is recognized as level ten, but that is a legendary existence, which is barely counted among zombie kings and top human experts.

Overall, I've had a good time.The supplies are extremely sufficient, and there is basically everything you want, no?Let your subordinates look for it, the huge army of zombies can always find it.

I sat on a comfortable sofa and listened to my subordinates report on the latest human developments in the base. I casually thought: Humans are really a species with strong adaptability. They are obviously extremely fragile, but the will and means to survive emerge in endlessly.Although we have a large number of zombies, it's a pity that there are too few brains. They are just drooling guys who don't want to make progress...

"Wang?" Feng Buliu finished speaking, watching me waiting for an answer, I realized that he was asking me a question just now.

"What?" I changed my posture, pretending that I didn't listen carefully.

Feng Buliu said again helplessly: "There is a human team coming towards us, it is estimated that one day will come, should we clean it up or..."

I showed a lazy smile: "You are greedy and want to eat, right? There are high-level supernatural beings in that team, fragrant crystal nuclei?"

Feng nodded without blushing and heartbeat: "Yes, you are wise."

"I can't eat it." I looked at him badly and disappointed: "You have eaten too much recently, pay attention to digestion. Let them do whatever they want, and they don't have to worry about it here."

I kicked the sofa: "This is not our residence, it's just a temporary place to stay. If you come and let me watch for fun, I'll be annoyed by your poker faces all day long."

The wind did not stay, and a crack appeared on his handsome poker face.

After the official business is over, the relaxed and happy leisure time begins.I am a tasteful zombie king, and I am willing to collect and play with the artworks that I encounter occasionally.I snapped my fingers, and a seventh-level earth-type zombie came over with a serious face. I told him, "Bring the jade ornament that I collected yesterday."

He hesitated to speak.I don't like this stupid look, but unfortunately most of the zombies are expressionless, so they snorted at him, and then hurried down.After a while, he took out a pile of green slag fragments, which were clearly the corpse of the emerald ornament!

"This is what happened!" I was angry.

"My lord, I wanted to wash it according to your instructions, but..." He looked terrified, afraid of being swallowed by me.

Well, the zombies sorted things out for me regardless of how hard they were, and it wasn't the first time that I like to break things up.If I kill one every time, I basically have no subordinates now.

I blackened my face and gave him a mental shock, letting him experience the pain is a lesson.Probably his life was spared, the earth-type zombies were very happy, Le Diandian passed the meal to me.

To put it bluntly, I don't blame my subordinates for complaining. Some of my hobbies are really inappropriate, such as sometimes eating cooked food.Although high-level zombies can eat cooked food, it is not good, and most of them don't like it.Those with fire abilities take turns to cook for me, and every time it's their turn, they show their strength, hoping to win my affirmation by showing their skills.

Sure... sure shit!I looked at the plates and bowls that were brought up, wondering if I should roast today's cook - the things on the plates were charred like charcoal, and the ones in the bowls were mushy with a suspicious color, just looking at them would turn off my appetite.

Probably my complexion is comparable to those of the food. The zombie who is in charge of the spoon today has collapsed from fright, and has a panicked expression, afraid of being swallowed by me.

I directly teleported those things and this zombie out of the room with space, and fell hard outside, the goo dripped down his head, making him look like a big moving chunk.But because Gaixiang escaped the danger of being eaten, he ran away with a smile on his face.

It can't be better.High-level zombies look like humans, but they are hardly worth mentioning in daily life.Although they have perception now, the experience of having no sense of taste and touch is still largely psychological.These operations, which were easy when humans were used, have become strange and cumbersome now. They would rather go out and fight the enemy than do these things.

I know this is my nature, so I tolerate it again and again.Alas, life is really hard and tired and I don’t love it.

Or take a shower and change clothes.Speaking of which, this is another weird habit of me as a zombie.Zombies don't like water by nature and hate fire, but I always feel that I should take a bath often, as if someone keeps nagging me.I ordered a water-type supernatural zombie to prepare bath water for me before, and he should have washed even the clothes he changed by now.

When I got to the bedroom, I saw that the bathtub was filled with water and steam was steaming.good!The one who was really stupid last time put me in a jar of cold water, which almost turned into ice, and I buried my head upside down in the snowdrift. This time, I learned a lesson and knew that taking a hot bath is the right thing to do.I happily undressed and stepped into the water.

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Right shit!I lay in the bathtub with a dark face, thinking about whether to boil the zombies that released the water this time.Although I'm not afraid of heat, I can't bear the fact that the bath water is comparable to boiling water!Is this going to scald and pluck my hair?

Following my roar, the water-discharging zombie rushed in without saying a word, and even heated the water. Amid my even more angry roar, it shivered and backed away, showing panic again, fearing that it would be swallowed by me.

I jumped out and knocked him down in the bathtub. He was scalded by the boiling water so uncomfortable that he screamed.I pulled him out and asked, "Where are my clothes?"

He pointed to the corner sink in fear.I probed and looked even more angry: the clothes have been washed and torn!

He pitifully begged for mercy: "The subordinate's claws, uh, are useless... I only rubbed them twice, and then they rotted...

But there is only one hole, king, please spare me, I will mend it..."

I pushed him into the boiling water again.a hole?This hole takes up one-third of the clothes!Does this mean I want to wear a bellyband?The intention is sinister!

I walked out of the room amid his wailing, sat on the sofa outside the door, and poured myself a glass of red wine.Looking into the distance, I suddenly feel a little lonely: But I just want to live an ordinary life, why is it so difficult?

It seems that whenever I don't need to worry about these things, someone will always make arrangements for me and take care of me thoughtfully and meticulously.The meals he cooks are homemade and delicious, the bath water he prepares is always at the right temperature, he will put my things in order, and he will choose clean clothes for me, but it’s annoying to always urge me to take a shower and wash my hands...

There seems to be a vague figure, but I can't remember it.

Alas, why think about those, all zombies have a human past.All of them were raised by someone, so it is not surprising to be taken care of.Maybe that was my parents and relatives when I was a human.

Just by becoming zombies, we are no longer a species, and the awakened high-level zombies are brand new "people".It is useless to think about the past of pure human beings.

It didn't take long for the earth zombies to rush over, with a nervous expression: "King! The aphasia king from the south is here with more than a dozen high-ranking ones! Among them is their most powerful sonic fighter!" The aphasia king is from the south. The Zombie King never speaks, it is unknown whether he is dumb or mentally handicapped.He has a tenth-level metal ability, but one of his heroes is known for his sonic attacks, which is in stark contrast to him.

I nodded, thinking to myself: There is a dumb guy from the south, with a horn pinned to his waist.

Another zombie rushed over: "My lord! The Cursed King from the north is here with a dozen high-ranking officials! Bringing their tamed war beasts!" The Cursed King was originally a monk, but after transforming into a zombie, he miraculously did not forget to chant sutras Wen, unexpectedly has the ability to curse people with words.One of his subordinates can tame mutant beasts, and his mutant beasts are powerful in the north and south.

I smiled: Oh, a lama came from the north with a tatter in his hand.

The subordinates gathered and discussed countermeasures one after another.Some thought it was two zombie kings who were going to join forces to attack and try to kill me, some said they were going to fight to the death because of their past grievances, some suggested retreating quickly, there was no chance of winning against the two zombie kings, some I want to stir up the muddy water so that the fisherman can benefit...

I saw them arguing very happily, and said unexpectedly: "What's the fuss! Have you never heard of cross talk? Don't you know the jingle?"

I said slowly: "A dumb man came from the south, with a trumpet pinned to his waist; a lama came from the north, with a tatter in his hand. The lama who carried the tama would exchange the tama for the one with the horn. The dumb trumpet; the dumb who don't want to exchange the trumpet for the lama who is carrying a tama... The lama goes home to stew the tama, and the mute plays the trumpet!"

The silence was as dead.The zombies collectively looked terrified.

All the corpses are drunk and I wake up alone.I sighed: "Isn't this clear? The King of Aphasia and the King of Curses had a grudge because each other's subordinates were killed. They are dueling. I won't leave. Wait for them to fight to the death, and then eat them all." Just drop it."

The zombies cheered.

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