Chapter 891: The Sun Is So Beautiful Today

Another day and night have passed.

The zombie army marches slowly and stretches long.

The front of the army is almost at the coast, while the last zombies are still leisurely walking inland.

Every now and then, zombies join the ranks.

Until now, for a thousand miles around, there hasn’t been a single zombie left.

Zhang Yiming and Xiao Lan Zombie, along with many Zombie Kings, stand by the sea, watching thousands of ordinary and High Rank Zombies entering the ocean one after another.

From time to time, huge beasts appear in the sea, opening their bloody mouths to swallow the zombie horde.

But there are simply too many zombies; no matter how much they swallow, it’s just a drop in the ocean, as countless waves of black continue to swim towards the sea.

The zombies’ decaying flesh directly contacts the seawater, the black flesh is washed to become somewhat white, and chunks of the black meat even show signs of peeling off.

The seawater is almost turning black.

These will not affect the creatures in the ocean.

Ever since a certain anonymous magnate planted a bunch of Fusang Trees in the sea, the vitality in the water has become much richer.

The instances of marine life being corrupted and polluted have drastically reduced.

Once the Fusang Trees grow a bit more and the zombie life forms gradually perish, the ocean and land will become a pure land.

No more rotten creatures will lurk.

The goal of these zombies is to reach the Earth’s plate furthest from Huaxia, and it would take them months of wandering in the sea to arrive at their destination.

The zombies’ brainwaves are the best compass, and Zhang Yiming’s orders for them are to go home, with the definition of home provided by Zhang Yiming.

“Big brother, can we leave a bit later?”

Watching the zombies continuously entering the sea, Fan Tangtang’s eyes are full of hesitation.

He cannot defy Zhang Yiming, yet he really can’t bear to leave his mom and dad.

“We can wait two more days.”

Zhang Yiming spoke calmly, his gaze resting on the zombie horde.

This may be the first time he’s seriously observed these zombies.

Since he knew his identity, he’s particularly repulsed by zombies, regarding himself as a sick human.

He doesn’t care about the fate of zombies at all, even hoping all the zombies in the world would vanish immediately.

Today, for whatever reason, his gaze finally fell upon the zombie horde.

The sun is slowly rising, and the not so warm sunlight landing on the zombies is also in vain.

The zombies have no reaction to the sunlight, which doesn’t warm their bodies and minds, nor provide them any solace.

The vast majority of zombies look dazed, like machines without any emotions, barely maintaining the operation of their bodies.

Who knows when they might fall to the ground and never get up again?

Occasionally, Zhang Yiming sees ordinary zombies closely sticking to each other, drifting together into the sea.

They are scattered by the waves and reunited, their faces void of expression; yet Zhang Yiming can still feel their “emotions” through brainwaves.

Is it emotion?

Can ordinary decaying flesh also possess emotions?

This is something Zhang Yiming never considered.

For a moment, he thought of a certain Zombie King who has a zombie son—the emotion in his eyes was undeniably real.

If High Rank Zombies can think and have obsessions, can ordinary zombies have them too?

From what his eyes tell him, they can, although the probability is very low.

In ten thousand ordinary zombies, there might not even be one that’s “awakened” to emotions.

Next, Zhang Yiming recalled those “peculiar” zombies he had killed.

They had started mimicking human reproduction, but at the time, Zhang Yiming didn’t see it as a good thing and directly nipped it in the bud.

He just wanted peace in this world.

But later he found out that achieving world peace isn’t as simple as killing all zombies; only Captain Zhang’s plan seemed perfect.

Xiao Lan Zombie didn’t know what Zhang Yiming was thinking, only happened to lift her head to look at Zhang Yiming’s face.

She noticed that those beautiful eyes seemed to hold a trace of pity.

Xiao Lan Zombie wonders who this guy is pitying.

Is he pitying himself for never seeing Xiao Ququ again or pitying the multitude of zombies?

Xiao Lan Zombie thinks the latter is unlikely, but looking at Zhang Yiming’s eyes, it seems true.

She couldn’t help but feel a whisper in her heart.

This guy, a Corpse Emperor, has never been diligent; when has he ever genuinely considered zombies?

If only killing zombies, or being on the road for Crystal Cores, he’s killed more zombies than any human.

Starting by the tens of thousands.

This is why Xiao Lan Zombie wants to inherit Zhang Yiming’s throne.

Besides not wanting to be ruled and bow down, she wants to become a true Emperor of zombies.

Now it seems, there’s no longer a need.

Zhang Yiming is already about to become a true Corpse Emperor.

Moreover, Xiao Ququ no longer has the opportunity to kill Zhang Yiming, she simply can’t successfully usurp the throne.

The destiny of zombies is in Zhang Yiming’s hands, even if he continues to choose the side of humans, there’s nothing anyone can do.

“Huh, why is that aunt holding the little baby like that?”

Fan Tangtang’s surprised voice sounded.

Xiao Lan Zombie and Zhang Yiming simultaneously looked in the direction Fan Tangtang pointed.

It’s a female zombie with a blank face carrying a zombie baby; the zombie baby sways in the air, occasionally spitting out a black bubble, as chunks of its decaying flesh fall off in the swaying process.

How pitiful.

Through the female zombie’s brainwaves, Zhang Yiming easily saw their connection with the Bai Family.

Zhang Yiming was taken aback, unable to resist looking over and over.

The female zombie sensed Zhang Yiming’s brainwaves and trembled, with jingling sounds accompanying her body’s shake.

Upon closer inspection, they were some “daily items.”

Stone-like bowls, animal fur.

Even some chunks of iron, with one end coated in reddish-brown stuff, already solidified on it.

Probably used as knives.

This is the most “intelligent” ordinary zombie Zhang Yiming has seen so far.

It hasn’t evolved according to the mainstream evolution direction; everything is instinct-driven.

In the cold winter, today’s sunlight is exceptionally beautiful, yet only Zhang Yiming can feel the temperature is slightly higher than yesterday.

To zombies, there’s no feeling.

Meanwhile, the major safe bases are abuzz.

After multiple confirmations, survivors finally ascertain that the nearby zombies have emigrated.

Standing at the highest point of the safe base, straining to look outside, one can only see the warm sunlight and the quiet earth.

Not a single zombie, only the black blood remnants on the ground reminding people of the terror of being chased by zombies.

Humans finally couldn’t hold it anymore.

Taking advantage of the lovely sunshine, they sprint madly in the streets, savoring the breath of freedom.

Everyone marvels; today’s sunlight is so wonderful!