"Hm, with Zhu Cheng here, we understand." Old Zhong said.
They’re not fools; they know which types of zombies they can handle and which they can’t. Encountering a very fierce zombie doesn’t mean they have to destroy it. It’s really unnecessary; safety is the most important, and there are just too many zombies—some are bizarre and terrifying beyond imagination.
Throwing away one’s life to fight zombies is not a wise choice.
To the countless zombies, this makes no difference.
After a brief chat, Lin Fan continued to venture out alone to clear zombies, while Old Zhong and the others drove off to do the same. Of course, their speed couldn’t match Lin Fan’s.
But over the long run, they’ve developed a very tacit understanding—such harmony is hard to come by, especially during apocalyptic times when people’s hearts are unpredictable.
It’s quite challenging to assemble a reliable team. Some teams may look great at first glance, but when danger strikes, they betray each other faster than anyone else.
Zombie Wang Zixuan never imagined that life after becoming a zombie could be so joyful.
A city occupied by zombies can generally only be described as filthy and chaotic. The long-term neglect results in extreme filth, with dust covering everything.
There are also many overturned vehicles now rusting away.
At this moment, Wang Zixuan was strolling on the street with Zhao Yun. The streets that should have been dirty and chaotic were now exceptionally clean.
No litter drifting around; even the overturned cars were neatly arranged by the roadside, and not a single zombie was in sight.
Any survivor witnessing this would be left speechless in shock.
Is this still the apocalypse city we know?
How could it possibly be this clean?
All this was orchestrated by Wang Zixuan. For love, there has to be a perfect place. How can you have a good romance with garbage everywhere?
Just seeing it would be annoying, wouldn’t it?
So he had zombies cleaning up the environment. No need for trash cans; zombies directly picked up trash off the ground and ate it. If there were bloodstains, they were licked clean, and even if there were rotting corpse bones, the zombies took care of them by themselves.
Anyway, the point was clear; eat whatever you see and ensure this little area stays clean.
The zombies accompanying Wang Zixuan hadn’t tasted human flesh and blood but had consumed a lot of street garbage. If someone were to cut open their stomachs, they’d undoubtedly find them full of rubbish.
Wang Zixuan, though inexperienced in romance, was willing to learn and study the art of love from books.
First and foremost, the surrounding environment is crucial; a poor setting can easily affect the mood during a date.
He also understood the ugliness of zombie faces; had they been even one-tenth as handsome as he was, he wouldn’t have driven all the surrounding zombies into the nearby buildings.
Indeed, feminine allure easily corrodes the mind.
Thinking back to when Wang Zixuan declared his bold ambitions of becoming the Zombie Emperor—yet after the mysterious organization delivered a cute girl, he was utterly immersed in romance.
The zombies that fought to pave his way became his dating assistants, clearing the roads and eating trash. After using them, he despised their ugliness and locked them in the buildings on the street.
After spending some time here, Zhao Yun noticed that the zombies did not harm her.
Instead, they did many things for her.
The zombie accompanying her was the zombie leader here, with a chubby face occasionally oozing thick liquid, but he always carried tissues to wipe it off.
Transitioning from initial fear to the current state of relaxation made Zhao Yun feel that zombies weren’t so terrifying after all.
This non-threatening nature applies only to the zombie beside her.
"Do you like the environment here?"
Wang Zixuan spoke tenderly. In love, his heart, which supposedly shouldn’t beat, shivered slightly under the influence of emotions.
Zhao Yun wore an egg-sized diamond on her finger, a diamond necklace around her snow-white neck, and her clothes were very beautiful. No matter if it was cosmetics or food and drink, it was the very best.
She felt a warmth of concern.
Even though all this warmth came from a zombie, who else in the apocalypse could be this attentive and caring towards her?
Wang Zixuan grinned; as a zombie, whenever he smiled, liquid would slowly trickle from his mouth. To leave the best impression on his goddess, he quickly took out tissues to wipe it away.
He was very satisfied with the current situation.
Getting the goddess to transition from fear to peaceful confrontation was, to him, a very good start.
She could even communicate with him now.
Isn’t this kind of progress incredible?
It’s practically progress that even a speeding train might not catch up with.
His efforts of idly reading romance guides during this time were well worth it.
Even transformed into a zombie, Wang Zixuan still retained the typical qualities of a homebody, displaying an insatiable fascination for girls, yet behaving shy and restrained in front of them, unable to speak much.
Only in the quiet of the night would he imagine the goddess’s figure and engage in a mental frenzy.
"Is there a place you want to go?"
Wang Zixuan made a proactive effort to chat, feeling utterly exhilarated just hearing the goddess’s voice—there’s an indescribable comfort and pleasure.