Chapter 751: The Effects of Fusang Tree Leaves
"This... how is this possible?"
The middle-aged man, Subject 9, who had eaten the Fusang Tree leaves, looked at the wounds on his body in disbelief.
The wounds carved by the steel needle were healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.
He could clearly feel that his broken ribs were no longer painful; he even felt more energetic.
He had only eaten a leaf that appeared full of vitality.
Even as a mutated plant, it was a bit too exaggerated.
Is it possible that Earth can now produce such miraculous plants?
Before the core base was destroyed, they had cultivated a miraculous plant, but even its healing capabilities weren’t as terrifyingly effective as this!
It could rival the legendary Immortal Elixir!
The middle-aged man’s body trembled uncontrollably, not from fear this time, but from excitement.
He had never imagined such a miraculous plant existed in the world; if he could obtain it...
Before the middle-aged man thought too much, a sudden sharp pain emanated from his arm.
Black blood slowly injected into his body through a syringe.
The middle-aged man was startled, retreating frantically, but Xiao Li pinned him in place; the entire syringe of black blood became part of his body under his terrified gaze.
"You, you all..."
The middle-aged man’s face turned pale, grabbing his arm injected with black blood as if he wished his arm could be cut off.
His first thought was, it’s over.
He would become a zombie, and with bad luck, turn into a common zombie, with a face full of decayed flesh, just wandering aimlessly.
Then dissected by some unknown superpower user to extract his crystal core.
This would become his final fate.
"Ugh――"
The middle-aged man half-knelt on the ground, retching continuously.
Terror enveloped his heart.
He didn’t even know what he was vomiting, only that it was an instinctive reaction from being utterly terrified.
Zhang Yiming casually tossed the syringe with some black blood left in it, looking indifferently at the man puking messily in front of him.
"Boss."
Xiao Li handed Zhang Yiming a notebook and a ballpoint pen at the right time.
Zhang Yiming took the items and began to write methodically.
Time, dosage, the subject’s reaction...
The Fusang Tree Leaves given by Bai Xiqin could potentially be the nemesis of the zombie virus, and Zhang Yiming took detailed notes.
Five minutes passed.
The middle-aged man’s face was still pale, and both him and the ground were covered in vomit.
He appeared extremely disheveled.
Under normal circumstances, after infection with the zombie virus, one could turn into a ferocious zombie within a minute or two.
The middle-aged man, with trembling hands, bit his own hand hard.
Pain spread from his fingertips, which also began to ooze red blood.
"Not... infected?"
The middle-aged man looked at the red blood on his hand and breathed a heavy sigh of relief.
The smile hadn’t even settled on his face before he saw the indifferent face in front of him.
The smile froze abruptly.
He knew there was no turning back for him; he would become a test subject for the Zombie Emperor in front of him.
Zhang Yiming’s fingers twirled a pen, writing a series of chemical symbols in the notebook.
"A derivative of carbon?"
Zhang Yiming’s voice was very calm, making it unclear what mood he was in.
"Send him to Li Mucheng."
Zhang Yiming raised his eyelids, taking a glance at Xiao Li.
"Yes."
Xiao Li responded, quickly bending down to drag the middle-aged man out.
Li Mucheng was another Zombie King under the Emperor’s command. Xiao Li didn’t know him, but he was easy to find.
He could easily locate him through brainwave signals.
After a brief moment, only Zhang Yiming was left in the room.
Under the sunlight from outside, Zhang Yiming looked at the notebook in his hand.
Starting from the first page, every line was filled with obscure chemical symbols.
Up till now, the entire notebook was nearly full, packed with his experimental data.
He had never stopped experimenting on the zombie virus.
The last page of the notebook, which Zhang Yiming had just added, was not a chemical symbol, but a hand-drawn Fusang Tree Leaf.
The texture of the Fusang Leaf was peculiar, with the seductive shadow of the Mandala Flower etched within it.
You within me, I within you.
Plant mutation is inherently unpredictable; the same plant can mutate into a healing species or a poisonous one.
He had eaten Fusang Tree Leaves before, also given by Xiao Niu, but back then the Fusang Tree Leaves couldn’t suppress the zombie virus.
Now...
Zhang Yiming looked deeply at the Fusang Tree Leaf in his hand; multiple times, he wanted to eat it.
But he didn’t dare.
He felt the world wouldn’t be so kind to him.
The Fusang Tree Leaf is the best thing he has seen so far to curb the zombie virus.
If eating it or refining its extracts couldn’t turn him back into a human, he genuinely didn’t know what could.
This was the only hope so far.
He was unwilling for it to shatter so soon.
Yet, he also didn’t want to wait much longer.
Xiao Niu already knew Fusang Tree Leaves could suppress the zombie virus, and he didn’t know when she might provide this to the human safe base or research institute.
He had to grasp the purpose of the Fusang Tree Leaf before those people and give the results to her; maybe it could prevent her from taking risks.
Thinking this, Zhang Yiming hesitated no longer, directly placing the Fusang Leaf into his mouth.
Chewing it casually a couple of times before swallowing.
It felt the same as swallowing the Fusang Tree Leaf last time.
From the throat to the stomach, the fiery burning sensation spread along the way, scorching through flesh down to the bones.
The internal organs felt like they were boiling, as if any moment now, he would turn into a pool of blood.
Zhang Yiming let out a muffled groan.
The pain was even more intense than last time.
His fingers pressed on the table, eyes closed, feeling every change in his body.
He felt his blood boiling, every cell in his body as if confronting a great enemy, while the ingested substance burned through all his organs and flesh step by step.
Zhang Yiming’s heart sank deep into his bones.
The effect of the Fusang Tree Leaf was becoming apparent.
It was the nemesis of the zombie virus, not a cure-all elixir for the virus.
The reason it could allow humans to resist infection by the zombie virus was because it killed all virus-infected flesh.
The zombie virus was entirely contained by a specific factor within the Fusang Leaf.
But being already a zombie, he wouldn’t be cured, only burned by the Fusang Leaf, destroying all virus-laden flesh in his stomach until he perished.
The pain intensified.
It seemed that unless Zhang Yiming intervened, the burning sensation would expand indefinitely, incinerating his entire virus-infected body to ashes.
Without hesitation, Zhang Yiming drew out a dagger, thrusting it directly into his own stomach.
Black blood, dark as ink, gushed out, spilling on the ground.
The wad of Fusang Leaves he had eaten was plucked out, thrown directly onto the floor.
It still emitted a faint green luminescence, as if it had endless vitality, but this vitality was the nemesis of the zombie virus, a slayer of zombies.
Black flames overflowed from Zhang Yiming’s fingertips, falling onto the wad of Fusang Leaves.
The black flames turned into red blood upon touching the Fusang Leaves.
The black zombie virus was completely purified, leaving only the red flames.
The Fusang Leaves cleansed the black mist, ultimately burned to nothingness by the red flames...