Chapter 750: Xiao Ming’s Experiment
"You don’t qualify."
Xiao Li tossed out the words, dragging Number 9, a middle-aged man, towards a residential house.
Fang Yuanyuan lifted her foot to follow, but a few hideously grimacing zombies blocked her path.
A thick, decaying stench pierced straight into her nostrils.
Upon looking up, she saw those eyes filled with an intense thirst for blood.
It seemed as if in the next second, they’d pounce, ravenously gorging on her flesh.
Instinctively, Fang Yuanyuan stepped back, a chill running through her body.
Among zombies, Xiao Ming was still more pleasant to look at compared to them.
Fang Yuanyuan strained her eyes in Xiao Li’s direction, but saw nothing.
Her eyes dimmed slightly, but then re-energized as if injected with adrenaline.
Even though Xiao Ming still had special feelings for Bai Xiqin, willing to fight her for Bai Xiqin’s sake.
But now, she was on Xiao Ming’s side. As long as Xiao Ming saw her sincerity, he would definitely fall for her!
Thinking of this, Fang Yuanyuan was fearless.
Even if she wasn’t a good person, liking to scheme against classmates, she had never plotted against Xiao Ming.
Slandering Bai Xiqin, plotting against Bai Xiqin, was just to make her presence known in front of Xiao Ming.
Inside a regular residential house.
"Bang bang bang!"
Xiao Li politely knocked on the door, despite having Number 9’s blood on his hands, leaving red stains on the door with each knock.
No response came, but Xiao Li sensed a powerful brainwave.
It belonged to the Emperor.
Xiao Li pushed the door open and entered.
Inside the room, a tall figure sat with its back to the door, looking out the window.
Xiao Li threw Number 9 onto the floor and locked the door.
"This is the human capable of controlling strong winds, an experimental subject from a certain institute, attempting to capture Miss Bai for experimentation."
Xiao Li respectfully stood to the side, speaking merely three sentences, which successfully intensified the brainwaves in the room.
Zhang Yiming slowly turned around, his face devoid of any expression, but Number 9 felt the brainwaves in the room nearly overwhelming for a human to endure.
His body shivered uncontrollably.
Humans and zombies react differently to brainwaves.
Only zombies have a reflexive response to High Rank Zombie brainwaves.
Even if he mastered brainwaves, he wouldn’t react much to a High Rank Zombie’s brainwaves.
But in front of this man, he felt a chill deep in his soul, with the other party’s mere thought capable of ending him.
"Let’s talk this out, our organization can abandon this plan. Although I’m not the strongest in our organization, our legacy is long-standing. If you harm me, Number One won’t let you go."
Despite the tough talk, Number 9’s voice softened.
He believed Number One could defeat Zhang Yiming, but the oppression from Zhang Yiming was so intense, he couldn’t muster any defiance.
"Having been destroyed twice, yet still not learned humility. The leader is dead, Number One is lucky to be alive. The organization hasn’t recovered yet, yet dares to act so recklessly."
Zhang Yiming’s indifferent tone echoed in Number 9’s ears.
Number 9 suddenly looked up, staring directly at that impassive face.
Pupils dilated.
Only now did he clearly see the man’s features before him.
To him, this face was all too familiar.
It was the nightmare of their organization, the man who once dragged their millennia-old legacy into hell.
"Impossible, impossible, hadn’t you already died, how..."
Number 9 slowly shook his head, disbelief filling his stunned pupils.
He had clearly seen this man go to that place, then everything was gone.
The leader died.
The core base was destroyed.
Number One was severely injured.
All researchers were wiped out.
He was lucky at the time... escaped quickly, wasn’t in the base, so he was unharmed, surviving.
Because the organization suffered two severe blows, he chose to come out before "divinity" was achieved, to find new subjects.
To continue the unfinished path.
Never expected to encounter this Rakshasa, supposedly dead!
Zhang Yiming’s lips curved slightly, wearing a bloodthirsty smile.
"You truly are misbehaving!"
The aloofness in his tone made Number 9’s scalp tingle.
He couldn’t fathom why his organization was so unlucky.
Clearly, the organization had been in a closed state, not starting outward expansion, yet experienced two catastrophic setbacks.
First, two humans with strong supernatural abilities barged into the organization and self-destructed.
The base half-destroyed, the leader severely injured, and several successful subjects died.
Second, was this nightmare-like existence.
He penetrated deeper than those superpower users, reaching the most critical spot of the base, which had never been publicly known.
One word out of place and self-destruction struck again and again.
The already injured leader was blown to bits, few experimental subjects remaining, leaving him unscathed.
Those who survived were nearly all wounded.
"What did our organization ever do to offend you?"
Number 9 cautiously and tentatively asked.
Only now did Number 9 realize the terror of the Zombie Emperor.
That day, the massive wave caused the entire Ancient Kunlun Mountain to shake for a long time, on the verge of collapse.
The destructive blow nearly obliterated the entire legacy.
If it weren’t for the strong physique and terrifying memory of Number One, their organization’s legacy might have been severed.
If that were the case, all plans for deification would be futile.
Zhang Yiming didn’t respond to Number 9, nor would he explain why he was sitting here after self-destructing.
Zhang Yiming stood up and walked toward Number 9; Number 9, seated on the ground, remained still, not daring to resist.
A long finger stopped in front of him, in the palm lay a patterned Mulberry Leaf.
Surrounded by a green glow, even from a distance, Number 9 could feel the warm and soothing energy gently nourishing his skin.
Could the leaves of this Mutated Plant have such a powerful healing ability?
"Swallow it."
Zhang Yiming’s cold voice rang out.
Number 9 glanced at Zhang Yiming, dared not resist, and cautiously picked up the leaf, swallowing it directly.
He could sense the magic of the leaf, knowing ingestion would benefit the body.
Zhang Yiming watched Number 9 indifferently, holding a syringe at an unknown time.
The man before him had utterly become his experiment subject.
He could have randomly chosen a human for experimentation, but this person delivered himself, even attempting to capture Bai Xiqin as a test subject.
Giving them a taste of their own medicine.
Zhang Yiming never had mercy for such people; since turning into a zombie, his heart seemingly turned even harder.
He harbored deep hatred for so-called laboratories and researchers, never sparing a single one.