"Very good, I am very satisfied,"
Corpse King Zixuan slowly stated.
The man in black was overjoyed. As long as he was satisfied, everything was fine; they had mobilized everyone to find the right person. During peaceful times, it would have been incredibly easy to find as many people as needed.
But in the apocalypse, it was really hard to find anyone. There were too many deaths, and reliable people were scarce.
Of course, they did encounter some shelters that had formed into malignant forces with armed troops, and they indeed found some suitable girls there.
But the fate of the women in these malicious shelters was essentially predictable.
At first, they thought about making do with what was available.
But ultimately, they abandoned that idea.
To prevent any problems from being seen through.
"Her name is Zhao Yun, twenty years old," introduced the man in black.
Corpse King Zixuan let out a deep voice.
"That... the blood we agreed on earlier, can it be drawn?"
The man in black was extremely nervous. What he feared most was the opposing party reneging. If that were the case, he genuinely had no solution, and the same went for his organization.
Despite humans being able to wield weapons and appearing top of the food chain, with increasingly diverse types of zombies emerging, it had become apparent that zombies were actually at the pinnacle in this era.
Corpse King Zixuan’s initial thought was how could he possibly give his blood to humans.
But now... he had changed his mind.
He understood human nature; if they did not obtain what they wanted, they would devise all means to acquire it. To have a life free from disturbances with this girl, not right... Zhao Yun,
he decided to give them his blood.
The man in black, excited by this response, took out a syringe intending to do it himself but was stopped by Zixuan who took the syringe and injected his own arm.
Zixuan tossed the syringe filled with blood towards the man in black.
The man in black scrambled to catch the thrown syringe.
If things were not supposed to go wrong, they often did.
The needle, smeared with blood, pricked the palm of the man in black; the sudden event dumbfounded him.
"Ah... ah, I’ve been pricked, this needle has the virus, I am going to turn into a zombie."
The man in black completely panicked.
He seemed to understand the situation, having much to say, but momentarily didn’t know what to say.
He walked over to the man in black, took the syringe from his hand, went toward the helicopter, "He stays with me now, you take my blood back. You’re not allowed here anymore."
The pilot looked at Zixuan, then at the man lying trembling on the ground, evolving into a zombie, and finally nodded, piloting the helicopter away.
The helpless Zhao Yun, left behind, was trembling like a frightened kitten, genuinely not knowing what to do.
The man in black had turned completely into a zombie, snarling ferociously. With a gesture from Zixuan, the man staggeringly returned to the zombie group, becoming one of his guards.
Zixuan approached Zhao Yun.
The earlier Zixuan had never encountered such a type face to face, now completely captivated by her.
He reached out to grasp Zhao Yun’s arm, intending to pull her up.
But as his hand almost touched her, it stopped mid-air, thinking of his blood-stained palm; it was dirty, how could he soil the girl’s clothes?
Zhao Yun had already foreseen her fate upon arrival; she genuinely wanted to run, but with zombies lurking around hungrily, with her physique, there was nowhere to run.
She then stood up tremblingly and followed Zixuan inside.
Zhao Yun observed the environment nervously. Zombies stood motionless around her, as if monitoring her, and the zombie that had led her in had disappeared.
She didn’t know where it had gone.
In another room, Zixuan placed a bowl of water, poured mineral water into it, and laid out shower gel, shampoo, and a set of new clothes.
These were all retrieved from stores by other zombies he controlled.
He took off his clothes and washed his body with the mineral water. Since he had become a zombie, he had never thought about cleansing himself, not even minding hiding in dung pits.
But now, he actually wanted to make a change.
He applied the shower gel and shampoo, picked up the bowl, and poured it down, rinsing his body.
His skin was very pale, showing the eerie green veins hidden underneath.
Corpse King Zixuan stood in front of the mirror, dressed in new clothes, feeling like his former handsome appearance had truly returned.
A low growl emitted from his throat.
When he appeared before Zhao Yun, she was utterly stupefied. What exactly was going on? Why would a zombie dress up ?
"Hello, my name is Wang Zixuan, and from now on, you belong to me."
Zixuan’s voice was very deep, his entire eyes so intimidating that Zhao Yun felt very scared.
"Whimper... please don’t hurt me."
Zhao Yun crouched on the ground, hugging her arms, crying softly, her body trembling continuously—that was the fear of zombies.
Zixuan, seeing Zhao Yun crying, said nothing else but left with some zombies, still leaving some to stay with her.