I am the Zombie King of the Apocalyptic World
Chapter 1405 - 1400: The Talkative Youth

Chapter 1405: Chapter 1400: The Talkative Youth

East China Region, Kirin City, a passenger plane from afar slices through the sky, swaying as it tilts downward, its massive wings cleaving a building in half. Fire clings to it like an inextinguishable plaster, bit by bit devouring the aircraft, leaving a conspicuous trail of black smoke in the air!

In the end, the passenger plane loses power, its nose dips downward, plummeting towards this wasteland city!

The plane’s wings shear off the buildings on the street, the commotion startling the dormant zombies that have been quiet for a long time. One by one, the corpses excitedly stand up, letting out chilling howls as they look towards where the aircraft fell.

A great tide of zombies rapidly gathers and surges towards the crash site. The bottom of the plane scrapes against the ground, spitting out a torrent of sparks. Some unlucky zombies get directly crushed into a pulp by the aircraft. The zombies roar, their rotting mouths stretching open to reveal disgusting strands of blood!

They are frenzied! They are bloodthirsty, rushing towards the plane in continuous waves. However, the first zombies to reach it suddenly become calm, sniffing the air with puzzled eyes. After the plane slides quite a distance away, these confused zombies, attracted by the activity, follow their kin and continue chasing after the aircraft!

Crack!

The plane doesn’t last long, quickly breaking into several pieces. The rear engines explode, causing several buildings to collapse. The sudden crash destroys the homes of countless zombies. Shortly after, a tentacle drills out, its tip splitting open like a blooming flower bud, grabs the front part of the plane, and lifts it. From the destination of this "flower petal," a zombie’s angry roar rings out, but the next second, the roar abruptly stops. The emergency ladder on the nose cone is forcibly opened, and a golden-haired, blue-eyed youth with a classical aura, as if stepping out of the medieval era, descends steadily.

As he appears, the surrounding zombie horde immediately ceases its howling, scattering in all directions.

Roar!

Another zombie’s roar resounds from afar. Countless thick tendrils reach out, their tips unfolding into myriad fanged petals, stretching towards the young man!

Yet no one sees what happens next. In just an instant, all the "flower stems" are held in the hands of the youth. With a gentle pull, their owner, which by the form covered in pus-filled sores, is identified as a typical Level 8 zombie, is dragged over without resistance.

Heh~

It lets out a low growl, realizing that the youth before it, bearing a human appearance, is a zombie of higher rank. It quickly submits, but this low growl marks the end of its short life.

The youth merely stretches out his hand, and a purple crystal appears in his palm, while the Level 8 zombie withers away, motionless on the ground.

"Territorial awareness is strong, quite different from that other place," the youth comments in a foreign language, his gaze trailing back in the direction the aircraft came from, eyes as if capable of seeing through the vast ocean to another continent.

"That fellow is indeed a nuisance, but well, getting this far is pretty good."

A satisfied expression crosses the youth’s face. Then, gazing in a certain direction, he mutters: "If all my kind here are like this, I wonder if the Zombie King here might..." Mid-sentence, he releases his perception wildly outward, sweeping thousands of kilometers in a flash, covering much of East China. But as it nears Cloud Gorge Base, he promptly withdraws his perception!

"Our interests align... if you know how to share."

Meanwhile, in Cloud Gorge Base, Tang Ye abruptly sets down the bottle in his hand and stands up, peering towards the eastern sky, his face showing confusion.

"What’s that?"

His perception retracts, and soon thereafter, another perception sweeps over. Ten holding a walking stick, he just glances in that direction and strolls nonchalantly down the zombie-filled streets. He resembles a young man who has stepped out pre-Apocalypse to relax, curious about everything here, occasionally commenting on a building.

"Quite interesting indeed."

The youth’s face occasionally breaks into an unrestrained smile, relaxed and at ease. However, upon reaching a crossroads, his steps halt. Before him lies a heap of corpses, all his own kind! A massive pile of bodies, the earth stained with black or pus-yellow blood, already filthy from long neglect.

Above the pile of corpses stands someone with their back to him, a knife caked in rotten flesh by their side!

"You’re the first one who dares stand before me... oh, wrong, you’re half one of us."

Smiling, the youth speaks, unfazed, as the wind lifts a lock of hair from his forehead, lending him a slightly sinister air.

The person facing away doesn’t respond right away; from the youth’s perspective, their forehead bone slightly moves, as if chewing on something. Once finished, the person finally turns and says: "I’ve been waiting for you."

"I’m sorry, I don’t understand this... Chinese... Could you speak a language I comprehend?"

The person behind him falls silent for a while, and soon after, a broken brain signal appears in the youth’s mind. After grasping the meaning, his eyes narrow slightly.

"Alright, then tell me, why have you been waiting for me?"

"You must be hungry?"

"You understand us quite well... But you’re right, I am indeed wicked, yet I won’t act foolishly anymore. I particularly like one phrase from this place, ’killing the goose that lays the golden eggs.’ Yes, I’ve done such things before, but I think I should find more interesting ways."

"You’re quite the chatterbox."

"Many have said the same."

"And they all ended up in your stomach."

"Ha ha ha, you’re funny, far more amusing than my kin, I enjoy making friends with people like you."

"But I don’t like you one bit."

"No matter, I never care what others think."

"I hope you can shut up now."

"Is the Zombie King here like you? Heh."

"I don’t mind introducing you."

"Then no, I’m not yet ready to fight with that guy; wasting food is an utterly bad thing."

Saying this, the youth sits down next to a corpse, tapping his walking stick, wearing a casual smile.

"Alright, perhaps you can now tell me what you wanted to find me for?"

The person didn’t finish speaking; they turn their body to reveal a twisted face that barely resembles a human, almost without discernible features except for a fanged mouth and eyes like that of a beast.

He points towards a location, in the southeastern direction.

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