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"Well done, get down there."
"Yes, Master."
Looking at the respectful and humble Zheng Jiawei, Cong Sheng waved his hand and motioned for him to retreat. Cong Sheng was able to speak normally as early as two months ago.
Half a year has passed since he came to this apocalyptic world. At this time, Cong Sheng is no longer the lonely and fearful person he was when he first came to this world.
In order to survive, in order to stay alive, he even ate people without changing his face or heartbeat. He even summarized various eating methods and was able to distinguish the taste of meat between different people.
For example, those with superpowers taste more delicious than those without superpowers, young ones taste better than old ones, and women's ones are sweeter than men's. Animals taste different from humans. The flavors of different powers are also slightly different. For example, the water-type ones taste like shrimp meat, while the fire-type ones are as exciting as adding pepper, the earth-type ones taste like potatoes, the thunder-type ones actually taste like beef, and the ice-type ones taste like beef. It's mint flavored.
It's a pity that I haven't tried dual-type superpowers yet, so I don't know what it tastes like when mixed.
Cong Sheng knew that he was probably no different from a demon now, having to live on human flesh. And he could only eat fresh food. Half an hour after he died, he couldn't swallow it. It tasted like wood residue. He also tried to take out the living human flesh and refrigerate it, but unfortunately the taste still changed. Fortunately, in the past six months, he had also contracted a human with space powers to work for him. At least he discovered that time in the space of a person with space powers stood still. His life in the refrigerator has become smoother, at least he no longer has to worry about being hungry.
His appearance is also different from when he first transformed into a zombie. His skin is no longer bluish-white. The bluish color that doesn't look like normal people has been removed, and it has become pale. It's the kind of white that comes from being malnourished and staying at home for a long time. At least it's not much different from ordinary people. . It's just that the pupils of his eyes have completely changed and are still blood red. Fortunately, Cong Sheng doesn't care and just pretends to be wearing permanent contact lenses. It suits his status as the zombie king and is quite worthy. .
It's just that the purple and black lips are a bit too rock 'n' roll. Cong Sheng doesn't like it very much, but he even endured the permanent black nail polish on his fingernails. Gradually, he no longer cares about the lip color. After looking at it for a long time, he also thinks it looks good. .
Speaking of fingernails, apart from being dissatisfied with the color, Cong Sheng is very fond of the other additional abilities. His nails are now so hard that they can scratch about five millimeters on the steel plate, and any human he scratches can turn into a zombie within a minute, comparable to the Black Mamba who kills in one hit. His fragile and pale skin could not even be penetrated by bullets, leaving only shallow bullet marks.
Not too cool at all
In the past six months, he has successively contracted fifteen superpowers, including ten with first-level powers, two with second-level powers, one with third-level powers, and two with fourth-level powers, and several of them are still confidants and reused by the protagonists. people. At the same time, when Cong Sheng was planning the zombies in the city, he discovered about twenty zombies that had evolved into sanity. Cong Sheng didn't know his own level, but he found that his zombie level was higher than all the zombies and even aliens he had seen. A capable person, so he can command and control zombies with a lower level than him without a contract. So Cong Sheng is not in a hurry. He wants to wait until the zombies evolve more advanced wisdom before making a contract. As long as he keeps increasing his strength, he can suppress the zombies in this city, which is the largest city in the country.
A few dozen miles outside the city is the base established by the protagonists - the Bright Base. In the past six months, it has absorbed many surviving humans, and a large number of people with supernatural powers have also been attracted by the rich materials and good management of the Bright Base. It has been more than two years since the end of the world. The protagonists are just like in the book, singing all the way, meeting gods and killing gods. Chen Yi and Xie Wenhao are already synonymous with the strongest in the world.
Countless surviving humans are rushing towards the Light Base, hoping that it will bring light to people just like its name.
This world is slightly different from the previous one, and the largest cities are also the ones with the most prosperous economies. This city already had a population of more than 30 million before the apocalypse, so the number of zombies after the apocalypse can be imagined. Even though a lot has been consumed, Cong Sheng still has more than 10 million under his control.
Cong Sheng even planned to wait for the few zombies he was optimistic about and focused on cultivating to evolve to another level, and then put them in other cities to help him manage the zombies in other cities. Cong Sheng was excited just thinking about the bright blueprint for the future. The only fly in the ointment is that the zombies are not zombies. Their lifespan is too short, and they can only survive for ten years. This is still a good data that Cong Sheng asked his scientists to study, and the premise is that the zombies always have meat to eat. Otherwise, this figure will be halved.
As for where the scientists under his command came from? Simple. The humans Cong Sheng contracted with were not in vain. Cong Sheng felt no pressure at all to pry the corner of Guangming Base. Besides, those people were not marked as being the protagonist. As a saying goes, talent is the foundation of everything.
Contracted ordinary people don't waste any mental power at all, it's just that superpowers use more. Although Cong Sheng wants to rule all zombies and become a true zombie emperor, he also knows that some things are better done by rational and wise people. Zombies are basically animals. So he kept the ordinary people he had errands for in the backyard where he lived. Because only in this way can he frighten those low-level zombies who only think about eating, and prevent the zombies who smell the scent from eating them. The advanced ones will know those 'foods' are not to be touched with just one warning.
With increased strength, Cong Sheng did not rush to attack the Guangming Base. He had a better idea. He was not in a hurry, and the plan had been laid.
However, Cong Sheng still has to charge some interest.
"Tsk, things really have changed. I'm coming to your house this year. Do you still know me? Old friend." Looking at Wang Mingyuan who looked like a god, Cong Sheng said while sitting three meters away from him.
"You're not dead?" Wang Mingyuan, who was tied to the wooden frame, looked at the familiar face and said ferociously, his tied limbs struggling continuously.
"I'm sorry to disappoint you." Cong Sheng sighed helplessly.
"No... you... how could you not be dead?" Wang Mingyuan felt a chill in his heart as he looked at those ghostly, blood-red eyes.
"No, Xie Wenhua is dead. I am Cong Sheng." Cong Sheng looked at the somewhat horrified Wang Mingyuan quietly. The quiet and reserved Xie Wenhua was dead.
"Rebirth? Hey, do I recognize your face? Stop pretending, Xie Wenhua. You are actually colluding with the zombies. I saw you right, you are a duplicitous villain. Even if you torture me, I will I won't betray Brother Yi, just give up." Wang Mingyuan said as if he was dead.
"Ha." Didn't you realize that he was a zombie? The eyes are obviously the wrong color and the lips are the wrong color. Turn a blind eye
"Aww!" A wild beast howled, and then a tiger the size of a cow appeared.
"Mutant tiger?" Wang Mingyuan shouted with a trembling voice, "Quick, help me, Wen Hua, save me for Wen Hao's sake."
Cong Sheng remained indifferent, but there was a touch of warmth in his blood-red eyes, "Tiger, you are back."
Then Wang Mingyuan looked at the South China tiger, which he was so frightened that he couldn't tell the rank, lying at the feet of 'Xie Wenhua' like a well-behaved cat. The huge head was still gently rubbing his trouser legs, asking for more As soft and cute as it is, it doesn't have the slightest bit of domineering power of the king among beasts.
This new tiger that appeared was the South China tiger that Cong Sheng went to great lengths to find and contract with as a mount, bodyguard, and pet, and named it 'Tiger'. It was not easy to get a glimpse of a South China tiger before the end of the world. Now that he could have one, Cong Sheng couldn't be more satisfied. We go out and go in together every day, sleep together and eat together, we like them very much, Cong Sheng takes him with him wherever he goes.
"Are you out looking for food? Are you full?" Cong Sheng asked softly and softly.
"Ouch—" I'm full.
Cong Sheng, who knew the tiger's reply in his mind, scratched its chin and looked at it with half-closed eyes, feeling quite comfortable and not sleeping.
This tiger, which was already at level six, was as smart as an adult. When Cong Sheng discovered it, it was already at level five. After contracting with this tiger, Cong Sheng's mental power was almost exhausted and it took him a week to recover. But it's worth every penny. Cong Sheng feels that his biggest gain in this world is this tiger that can be used as a pet, a friend, and a bodyguard. The resentment of being turned into a zombie and forced to eat people finally dissipated.
"You...can actually tame high-level mutant animals." Wang Mingyuan, who had been ignored by one man and one tiger, showed his presence again. He looked at Cong Sheng with eyes full of scrutiny and fear, and finally found that he had not seen him for a long time and was once too weak to be looked at. In the eyes of ordinary people, they are already separated for three days.
"Do you know why I tied you up like this?" Cong Sheng said casually, arranging the tiger's hair.
"If you want to kill me, I'll cut him into pieces." Wang Mingyuan said hard.
"Don't worry, I won't kill you, even though you killed Xie Wenhua." Cong Sheng didn't care about Wang Mingyuan's sudden change in expression, and continued, "Such a good snack should be tasted slowly."
"Let's have a pre-dinner drink first." Cong Sheng took out a beautiful and sharp knife and slowly approached Wang Mingyuan, who was tightly wrapped in a special net and tied to an iron cross.
In a flash of silver light, a blood hole appeared on Wang Mingyuan's broken wrist, and the bright red blood pooled into a line and slid down quickly.
The liquid that formed a bloody line in mid-air was caught by a gold wine glass inlaid with gems. After a while, the wine glass was filled.
"You devil, pervert, devil, bah." Wang Mingyuan finally felt fear in his heart until he saw 'Xie Wenhua' drinking the cup of blood with an expression of enjoyment on his face, shouting in horror.
"Click—" Cong Sheng removed Wang Mingyuan's chin without hesitation. It's not that he cares about the curse, but he is worried that this person will not be able to bear it for a while and bite his tongue to commit suicide.
"Don't worry, I'll drain the blood from your wrist." Cong Sheng slowly wrapped Wang Mingyuan's wrist with a bandage, and finally tied it with a beautiful bow.
"Ling Chi, have you heard of it? Remember to count later, but I divided it into several days. I saw the smoking soup cup there, ginseng, snow lotus, and Ganoderma lucidum. I'm not stingy at all, so, I I won’t kill you. Just take some meat, a little bit, oh~”
Looking at 'Xie Wenhua' who was pretending to be cute and gesturing a little bit with his fingers, Wang Mingyuan wanted to faint.