I am the Zombie King of the Apocalyptic World
Chapter 1154 - 1149: What Does it Mean?

Chapter 1154: Chapter 1149: What Does it Mean?

Upon hearing that their monthly wages in Yajin would be double the usual amount, the faces of the soldiers in the Eighth Army Corps all lit up with joy, and suddenly the brothers who had been killed by the covert soldiers of the Second Army Corps were tossed to the back of their minds.

In the apocalypse, interests reign supreme. Who knows who those dead were? Among the many in the Eighth Army Corps, the majority were just there to join in the excitement, and most of them didn’t even know about the Ding Fulong incident.

Who wouldn’t be happy with their monthly Yajin unexpectedly doubling?

Soon, the memory of the dead soldiers of the Second Corps was wiped clean from their minds.

Many faces revealed a look of surprise and delight, and Huang Quanjiu noticed these expressions. He couldn’t help but reveal a smile on his face.

"Alright, everyone, let’s call it a day," Huang Quanjiu said to the group of soldiers from the Second Corps. Then he turned his gaze to the covert soldiers and snorted coldly, "What are you standing around for? Get up, and let’s go!"

"Yes!"

The covert soldiers stood up with bowed heads. With a wave from Huang Quanjiu, the night shift soldiers stepped forward and stripped them of all their weapons without exception.

And so, these covert soldiers formed a tidy line and followed behind Huang Quanjiu’s vehicle, jogging all the way to the Administrative Area of the Second Army Corps.

After Huang Quanjiu left, one of the elite soldiers from the Eighth Corps turned to a companion beside him, tilted his head, and asked, "Hey, what do you think?"

Not everyone in the Eighth Army Corps was mediocre, and some were quite astute. The elite soldier he questioned merely glanced at him and said coolly, "What else is there to think? It’s plain to see but not to speak of. After all, Huang Quanjiu is a general. Speak up and you and I won’t live past three days. Sigh, such fine acting."

"Just let it be? We can’t just let the bastards from the Second Corps bully us like this!"

"What else can you do? But this matter can’t just end here. Let’s wait until our General Ruan makes an appearance."

"Alright, but it really took me by surprise. One Ding Fulong could cause such a big mess."

"Let’s go."

With Huang Quanjiu and his covert soldiers gone, the soldiers from the Eighth Corps also began to leave. However, some barracks buildings in the area had been so badly damaged that they were unrecognizable, and some soldiers couldn’t return to their barracks. It was a busy task to arrange temporary accommodations for these soldiers in Lin City.

As the barracks management soldiers were busy, unbeknownst to them, the sky began to lighten. The dark red of night was dispelled by a beam of light, revealing layers of thick clouds that hid the blue sky, not letting a single ray of daylight through. The soldiers gathering in the morning couldn’t feel the harshness of the rising sun, and many huddled together discussing the recent events in the Eighth Army Corps, providing plenty of gossip and chat for the past few days.

The soldiers’ morning exercises hadn’t started yet, and at the very moment of assembly, white specks began to flutter down from the sky.

The soldier organizing everything stretched out his hand from the podium. Simultaneously, residents outside the Central United District also reached out, catching the falling snowflakes that quickly melted in their palms. They all raised their heads, including all the soldiers on the playground.

The sergeant murmured, "Winter seems to come earlier every year."

After this quiet remark, the sergeant looked down at the soldiers in front and said, "Well, it looks like it’s going to snow. No morning exercises today, assemble at the East playground at eight o’clock."

Hearing this, the soldiers below all smiled with joy. They exchanged glances with their comrades, their eyes brimming with happiness. For them, there was nothing more comfortable than this.

"Attention, all!"

"At ease, attention, dismissed."

With that sound, the formation of soldiers quickly descended into chaos. Those leaving their shifts crossed paths with the night watch soldiers returning to duty, greeting each other with laughs.

In the midst of the noisy day, Tang Ye, who had been dormant, fully awakened in a state of "half-asleep, half-awake." He opened his eyes, revealing a pair of bloodshot eyes in agony. He turned his head, searching for coordination in his body before returning to normal.

Turning his head, Tang Ye quickly turned back. The next second, he seemed to notice something and turned his head again, puzzled.

There seemed to be something on his bedside table.

Tang Ye sat up and picked up the item, looking at it with confusion. It appeared to be a box of toys.

"Lego toys?"

Tang Ye grew even more puzzled. The box contained Lego bricks, and the picture on it indicated that when fully assembled, they would form a robot. However, what baffled Tang Ye was why someone would place this here.

Tang Ye got out of bed, walked out of his room, and went to Li Qingtian’s door. The moment his foot touched the ceramic floor outside the room, a footprint appeared.

It seemed Li Qingtian had come back.

"Sis?"

Tang Ye called out. There was no answer in the living room. Narrowing his eyes, he walked to Li Qingtian’s door and looked inside. Everything was neatly arranged, and all the items on the bed were well-placed, pleasing to the eye.

But there was no one inside.

When Tang Ye went into hibernation yesterday, he vaguely sensed someone entering his room, probably Li Qingtian. However, she got up very early, tidied up, and went out again, and he had no idea what she was doing.

Tang Ye returned to his room and picked up the Lego toys from the bedside table to examine them closely.

"What does it mean to give me this?"

Tang Ye had barely ever played with such toys, having only seen them in television commercials. So, looking at the box of Lego bricks, he became more and more puzzled.

"Am I supposed to assemble it?" Tang Ye felt that way, tore open the packaging, poured out all the parts, found the instructions, and started to assemble them one by one.

But after a while, Tang Ye grew very bored. He wasn’t one of those kids—he was a man in his thirties, only looking like a young man barely twenty because of evolutionary reasons, paired with the ageless trait of a zombie.

He wasn’t that childish and couldn’t patiently put together one piece after another like those innocent kids.

So, Tang Ye stopped working on the assembly when it was less than a tenth complete.

"What does it all mean?"

Tang Ye shouted impatiently. At that moment, the living room door was pushed open. Xu Haishui and Gong Xiao walked in, both looking startled upon seeing what Tang Ye was doing and the parts scattered all over the floor.

"President, what are you doing?"