In his heart, this was an ability akin to a BUG, capable of dominating the post-apocalyptic world, and he had already envisioned a blissful future that was sure to be filled with happiness.
Zhou Peng’s smiling expression revealed a hint of eeriness, then he tilted his head back and downed his drink in one gulp.
"Big Bro Zhou, what are your plans for the future?" the young man asked.
Zhou Peng said, "Ah, we can only take one step at a time. Little brother, you don’t know what it’s like out there. We’re surrounded by zombies everywhere, but thankfully, with my ability to drive off zombies, I can temporarily protect this sanctuary."
The young man nodded his head, "Yeah, I never thought the apocalypse would actually happen. It’s been a huge shock to me. To tell the truth, I really miss the good old days. Even though I didn’t have much money, life was always full of hope."
Zhou Peng patted the young man’s shoulder. "Why think about all that? Since it’s happened, we have to look forward and keep on going, keep striving. Don’t let the environment around you affect you. When we take in more survivors in the future, we can still build a good life with our own two hands."
Upon hearing these words,
the young man was very excited. "Right, what Big Bro Zhou said is so true. That’s exactly what I think. We humans have never been afraid of difficulties. As long as we strive, there will surely be a future."
"Haha, come on, let’s drink up. Tonight, we won’t stop until we’re drunk." Zhou Peng raised his glass, ready to clink it with the young man’s once more.
And they were drinking baijiu.
The young man said, "Big Bro Zhou, I can’t hold my liquor well. If I drink more, I might really get drunk."
Zhou Peng laughed, "No problem. Youngsters like you need to practice their drinking. Look at this liquor, it’s Maotai. Back in the days of peace, I couldn’t afford it, but now there’s as much of it as you want. Come on, young man, show some courage."
The young man thought about it and felt it hard to decline Big Bro Zhou’s hospitality, so he braced himself and kept drinking.
Moreover, seeing his three companions drinking just as merrily, he thought to himself that Big Bro Zhou was so generous and obviously a trustworthy person. Big Bro Zhou was so friendly towards them, and if they were too cautious, it would just seem like they were overreacting.
In the end, he kept downing one glass after another.
The atmosphere at the scene also grew lively.
Zhou Peng smiled as he watched, his gaze towards the others becoming unusual, but when they looked back at him, he appeared very joyous.
the young man had a terrible headache. He had drunk too much last night and had actually gotten completely drunk. Gradually, he noticed a noisy disturbance around him and a thick, foul smell in the air.
He opened his eyes and shuddered.
It was an unfamiliar environment, with zombies around.
He exclaimed, and then saw Zhou Peng standing not far away, watching him expressionlessly.
"Big Bro Zhou, what’s going on? Why are there so many zombies around us?"
He felt something was off.
Zhou Peng still wore a smile, his eyes fervent as he looked toward the dark corner. Then came a rustling sound, followed by several crimson tentacles emerging from the darkness, wrapping around the young man.
"Ah... What is this thing? Big Bro Zhou, save me, stop messing around."
Zhou Peng continued to watch excitedly.
In his heart, the being in that darkness was the Corpse God, a god-like existence among zombies, granting him power beyond ordinary humans and even the ability to deter all zombies.
He could walk arrogantly through the sea of zombie corpses without being harassed by zombies.
"Kid, you’re lucky to have met me. Meeting me means I can offer you to the Corpse God in my heart. For you to merge with the god in my heart is something I have longed for but could never achieve."
"Fuck, are you insane? You’re a human, not a zombie. How can you mix with zombies?"
Zhou Peng laughed, his back turned to him, as he took off his shirt, revealing the twisted and ferocious face that grew on his back, "No, I’m no longer human. I’ve become a great zombie. The god in my heart has given me strength like never before."
The young man stared at the gruesome face on Zhou Peng’s back, completely dumbfounded. He tried to struggle, to free himself with the power of an Awakener, but the scarlet tentacles were too hard; his efforts were utterly useless.
The tentacles exerted force, dragging the young man into the darkness, where he could vaguely make out a monstrous entity opening its terrifying, abyss-like maw.
The sound of chewing.
Zhou Peng, listening to such sounds, seemed very excited.
It was truly exhilarating.
a low, hoarse voice came through, "The flesh of human Awakeners is truly delightful."
This voice didn’t sound like it could come from a person, but rather like some terrible demon whispering.
Zhou Peng said, "Rest assured, I’ll definitely bring more Awakeners here."
Zhou Peng left satisfied, returning to the shelter.
When the other three survivors woke up, they didn’t see their companion who had been escorting them along the way and hurriedly found Zhou Peng.
"Brother Zhou, Wang Fei is missing. Do you know where he’s gone?"
Zhou Peng smiled calmly, explaining, "Oh, him? He said he had a place to go and would be back after a while. You just stay here at ease. Don’t worry, there aren’t any zombies around, and even if there are, I can drive them away."
The three survivors heard this.
They exchanged glances.
Deep doubts were evident in their eyes.
They had been with Wang Fei for quite a while, but had never heard that he needed to go somewhere. For some reason, the three survivors found something off about Zhou Peng, who was all smiles.
But as guests in someone else’s home, even with their suspicions, they dared not do anything.
After all, they were completely helpless.
"Brother Zhou, we understand. We’ll just stay here and wait for him to come back. After all, with your protection, we are already safe."
Zhou Peng said with a smile, "That’s right, just live here without worries. This apocalypse isn’t as scary as you imagine. If you want, get to know and chat with them, they’re all good people here."
The three survivors looked around at the people.
They managed only a forced smile.
There seemed to be some misunderstanding here.
The three survivors already had an idea, which was to find an opportunity to escape from this place. When they arrived yesterday, it didn’t feel ; it felt safe, but now the atmosphere was oppressive.