Chapter 743: Couple Outfits
The thoughts surged.
Zhang Yiming could no longer distinguish whether he was the future Zombie Emperor Zhang Yiming or the current Zhang Yiming who hadn’t consumed flesh.
The hostility on his body couldn’t be smoothed no matter what.
His nostrils were filled with the scent of flesh coming from Bai Xiqin and Leng Yebai.
A body that hadn’t devoured flesh began to have a strong desire to devour flesh.
In his mind, there were flashes of scenes of Zombie Emperor Zhang Yiming devouring flesh.
Bloody visions presented themselves before Zhang Yiming’s eyes.
The red flesh exuded a strong bloody smell, and he stood amidst piles of flesh, watching the fear-stricken expressions of those ants.
A burst of pleasure surged in his heart.
The zombies would present him with the most delicious flesh, and he would eat it without hesitation, savoring the satisfaction it brought him.
The last image was of a child’s face, looking only about five or six years old.
His face was covered in his family’s blood, surrounded by a horde of zombies ready to tear him apart at any moment.
He didn’t wail, just stood there blankly, watching as his parents were torn apart by zombies.
Red and black blood splattered on his face.
And he, his expression turned from dazed to vicious.
Until he became a walking corpse.
This child was—Zhang Yibao.
The younger brother of Zhang Yiming, with the same parents.
Zhang Yiming suddenly clenched his fingers, not daring to recall those extra memories.
The future him was too ruthless, too heartless.
Yet it was something he could truly do.
According to those memories, it was natural for him to commit all sorts of bloody deeds.
"The future of this world hasn’t happened yet. If you’re afraid, you can choose to surrender."
Leng Yebai’s fingers were still raised in mid-air, his gaze falling on Zhang Yiming’s clenched fist.
The closer he got to Zhang Yiming, the more he could feel the hostility emanating from him.
Leng Yebai had been a zombie before, unable to receive the brainwaves Zhang Yiming emitted, but he could sense Zhang Yiming’s current emotions.
Manic, frenetic, restrained.
"Yes, it hasn’t happened yet."
Zhang Yiming massaged his temples hard, looked up at Bai Xiqin, and thought about his brother who was still alive.
None of it had happened yet.
In the memories of the future, Bai Xiqin was dead, he had no parents, no family, no friends, no lover, completely indulging himself.
One by one, the safety bases were destroyed among the zombie horde, and he became the Zombie Emperor who made people tremble in fear.
His so-called parents deceived him for a high bounty from the human safety base, and he didn’t show mercy later either.
Everyone died.
Endless waves of killings, one after another.
After a long time, Zhang Yiming finally emerged from his memories.
None of this had happened yet; he still had a chance to live under the sunlight.
Zhang Yiming slowly released his grip, the hostility still lingered on him, but his face had returned to the warm, sunny look from before.
Except for the melancholy in his eyes that could never be smoothed over.
"I’m sorry about just now."
Zhang Yiming looked between Leng Yebai and Bai Xiqin, unsure if he was speaking to Leng Yebai or Bai Xiqin.
Zhang Yiming reached out his fingers towards Leng Yebai, who had been holding them in mid-air, intending to shake hands.
Just as they were about to shake hands, Leng Yebai quickly withdrew his hand and, clutching his stomach, clung to Bai Xiqin’s shoulder.
"Xiao Niu, my stomach hurts, let’s hurry back!"
While speaking, Leng Yebai glanced at Zhang Yiming with a look of triumph in his eyes.
Zhang Yiming: ...
He should’ve just killed this pervert earlier.
"Xiao Ming, you..."
Bai Xiqin rubbed Leng Yebai’s stomach with one hand, hesitating to speak.
Classmate Xiao Ming had fused with the memories of another Zhang Yiming, and his state didn’t look so good, easily swayed by violent emotions.
"It’s okay, I can regulate myself."
Zhang Yiming bent down to pick up the helmet he had thrown, placing it directly on his head.
Only a pair of soft-looking eyes were exposed.
Those eyes curved slightly, as stars twinkled within.
"Xiao Niu, my stomach really hurts."
Leng Yebai leaned his head on Bai Xiqin’s shoulder, his tall body leaning sideways like an arching mantis shrimp.
"Where does it hurt?"
The healing power in Bai Xiqin’s hand overflowed again, though it didn’t discover any significant internal injuries in Leng Yebai.
The flames hadn’t burned his skin; the pain from the heavy hit had subsided, only leaving some redness and swelling that would heal completely in a couple of days.
"Four out of my eight-pack abs hurt."
Leng Yebai placed Bai Xiqin’s hand on his stomach.
The down jacket had a big burnt hole; only the thermal underwear was stubbornly hanging on his body.
When Bai Xiqin’s hand touched his stomach, her face turned red.
"It’s so cold, put on some more clothes."
Zhang Yiming pulled Leng Yebai’s hand towards himself, causing Leng Yebai to stumble away from Bai Xiqin.
Zhang Yiming swiftly took off his own down jacket and directly put it on Leng Yebai.
And zipped it up, by the way.
Quietly achieving deeds while hiding merit and fame.
Leng Yebai: ...
Bai Xiqin: ...
"Xiao Niu, I will study the Fusang Tree Leaves carefully, and if there’s any news, I’ll let you know. I’m leaving now."
Wearing the helmet, it was hard to see Zhang Yiming’s expression, but his eyes remained gentle.
"Huh? Oh! Okay."
Bai Xiqin glanced at Zhang Yiming in just a white shirt, then at Leng Yebai wearing Zhang Yiming’s down jacket, and nodded dumbly.
For a while, Bai Xiqin couldn’t figure out how to face this old classmate.
Old friend or—rival in love?
The roar of a motorcycle filled the air as a black bike sped off in one direction.
Following the motorcycle was a figure in a blue down jacket running wildly.
From afar, Bai Xiqin seemed to see several black blood scabs being flung off Xiao Lan Zombie’s face as it sped along.
Bai Xiqin: ...
She couldn’t help thinking Zhang Yiming treated Leng Yebai better than Song Wenwen, the female zombie.
"Shall we go too?"
After Zhang Yiming left, Song Ning finally drove the car over.
Bai Xiqin stepped into the car effortlessly.
Leng Yebai, slightly bulky, squeezed in with some difficulty.
Zhang Yiming’s down jacket over his own made two layers — it was warm indeed!
"Did you guys just have an argument?"
While driving, Song Ning glanced back at Leng Yebai, eyes gleaming with gossip.
The Song Family knew Zhang Yiming was the Zombie Emperor, yet because of Zhang Yiming’s special regard for Bai Xiqin, Song Wenwen could return home with the Song Family.
There was no doubt Zhang Yiming liked Bai Xiqin.
Leng Yebai was Bai Xiqin’s boyfriend; there was no doubt about it.
And then, Song Ning saw Zhang Yiming take action against Bai Xiqin, and Leng Yebai blocking the flames.
In the end, Leng Yebai even wore Zhang Yiming’s coat, which Zhang Yiming personally helped him put on.
The love triangle was quite apparent.
"A difference of opinion."
Leng Yebai’s face twitched, and he subconsciously reached for the zipper, intending to throw Zhang Yiming’s down jacket away.
"That jacket is nice. Isn’t it a couple’s coat with Xiao Niu’s pink one?"
Song Ning tested the waters at the edge of danger.
Song Ning thought it would be better if all three of them just wore the same series of down jackets.
There’d be no need to distinguish whose couple they were.