I am the Zombie King of the Apocalyptic World
Chapter 1444 - 1439: Semi-Suitable Residence

Chapter 1444: Chapter 1439: Semi-Suitable Residence

Tang Ye’s words set the man into deep thought.

"None of you feel curious?"

These few words seemed to sink him into profound confusion. Yes, they ought to be curious, but how? Why does it all feel so unfamiliar?

The man trembled slightly, a very subtle motion, but Tang Ye still caught it. The sight of this man in his thirties trembling all of a sudden made Tang Ye frown.

"What does this signify?"

However, the man’s sudden anomaly lasted for less than a second. Soon, he seemed to stop fixating on this question, and he then asked Tang Ye, "So what do you want from me? Need any help?"

"Uh... no need, I’m just seeing what happens to others when they violate the rules, in case it’s only when I violate them that nothing happens."

"This... so you mean if you go, I’ll be in trouble?" Panic started to show on the man’s face.

"Well, that could be, but if that’s really the case, it makes no sense to continue staying here. Let’s do this, what’s your phone number?"

"151..."

The man gave out his own phone number. Tang Ye took out the mobile phone he had brought; since the screen was still on, he directly dialed the number the man had given and made the call.

The next second, the man’s phone began to ring.

"In this way, this is my number. Set it as a speed dial, and I’m about to leave. If anything really happens to you after I leave, call me immediately. You don’t have to say anything, as soon as I see this number, I will come over right away."

"Then... alright then." The man nodded and checked the number in his call log.

"Okay, goodnight." Tang Ye lifted his head and walked to the room’s door. Before closing the door, he casually pulled out a few strands of his hair and tossed them into the bathroom. The fallen hairs began to twine together, then formed into a small eye, and with newly sprouted limbs, they climbed up to the ceiling to watch the man’s every move.

Tang Ye returned to the first floor, glanced at the street outside the door once more, then turned his gaze back to the man. After Tang Ye left, the man turned off the lights and began to sleep, but perhaps due to Tang Ye’s influence, he tried to sleep with his eyes closed but failed and ended up turning on his phone to read funny skits.

The rapid succession of posts flashing past under his fingertips indicated unrest in the man’s heart at that moment. Soon, he opened Baidu and typed into the search bar: "What happens when one violates the rules?"

While typing these words, he occasionally turned to look around him, as if worried that something might suddenly appear in front of him while he was not paying attention. Fortunately, nothing strange happened, like with Tang Ye, and the search results on Baidu showed nearly the same answers that Tang Ye had found.

Everything related to the night and the rules appears to be unsearchable on any browser.

The man stared at the interface displayed on his phone, silent, seemingly beginning to question his life.

The hotel’s doors leading outside were already locked tight at this moment, but these couldn’t stop Tang Ye. After confirming the man wouldn’t run into trouble, he approached the door, pressed himself against it, and then, little by little, his body began to "liquify"!

Shortly thereafter, the hotel’s lobby was filled with an immense amount of black sand. This sand, separating from Tang Ye’s body, gave off the impression of liquefying.

Countless grains of sand slipped through the crack of the door and quickly reformed outside into the new Tang Ye-- the man with the ill-fitting suit and alluring features. Xi River city at night truly resembled an abandoned wasteland city, seemingly desolate everywhere one looked.

Under the night sky, only the hotel building with all its corridor lights turned on by him glimmered, illuminating the darkness at the door. Yet in the deeper darkness, that light appeared so frail.

Rule number twelve: "After curfew, please try to find a suitable place to sleep."

"If you can’t find suitable accommodation before curfew, choose a graveyard to spend the night. Note, do not easily choose graveyards with uncertain conditions. It’s recommended to choose Martyrs’ Cemetery for better protection of your life safety."

Before nightfall, Tang Ye seemed to see many people dejectedly leaving due to being unable to secure a room, not just in the hotel where he stayed but also in other hotels. Despite the abundance of hotels in Xi River city, where one could find one within every three steps, the number of guests heavily exceeded the available rooms.

Here, Tang Ye was unaware of one point, reasonable or not, this world was created by the Nightmare Zombie King, and it was designed based on its own understanding, so the China here inherited from the real world before the Apocalypse, with high housing prices, about fifty percent higher than the actual pre-Apocalypse China. Many people struggled to find accommodation before curfew, yet the housing prices remained extremely high.

People simply could not afford to buy homes and often had to opt for temporary stays at hotels and other similar places due to curfew.

This may seem unreasonable, but another point to note is that hotels are ubiquitous here, and regardless of the type, they never lack guests. Perhaps this is why housing prices are so high. Moreover, the economic ability of the people cannot support such a gigantic financial pressure. Before buying a home, the earnings from each day’s work need to set aside at least twenty-five yuan for accommodation.

Thinking this way, it seemed somewhat rational, but thinking another turn, it felt off.

People’s understanding in this world is that those who fail to find proper accommodation during the curfew face terrifying incidents threatening their life safety. To have a proper place to stay, one must own a house or find a hotel to spend the night, which requires money. Under such circumstances, even lying flat isn’t an option.

Before booking the hotel room, Tang Ye hadn’t seen anyone booking several days at once, other than himself. The most he saw was bookings for a maximum of three days.

Thus, the people here gave him the impression of being very poor. Not only that, everything he witnessed spoke of a scent known as distortion.

All in all, if his thoughts closely matched the truth, then those unable to find accommodation before the curfew have one last resort: rule number twelve on the rules, which offers another temporary dwelling place apart from hotels and inns— the Martyrs’ Cemetery.