I am the Zombie King of the Apocalyptic World
Chapter 1573 - 1567 Ghost Head

Chapter 1573: Chapter 1567 Ghost Head

At the critical moment, Tang Ye reached out and firmly grasped the sharp spike. Then, as he tilted his head upward, the wall behind Lu Xiaojie tore open, revealing several insect-like appendages that burst forth, pinning Lu Xiaojie against the wall and leaving her completely immobilized.

Tang Ye glanced at the sharp spike in his hand, which had emerged from Lu Xiaojie’s spine, and remarked, "Not bad, this strength is almost on par with Old Xu’s."

As he spoke, Tang Ye released the spike. However, just as he let go, another spike lunged at him, which he effortlessly deflected.

"Calm down."

"No!"

"Who is this ’she’ you’re talking about?"

"She is she! I am me!"

"Calm down."

Lu Xiaojie’s eyes turned an intense red. After absorbing the water orb earlier, the whites of her eyes vanished entirely, replaced by an expanse of pitch black, completely obscuring the original whites and irises.

"Ugh... hah!"

She struggled violently, but the appendages protruding from the wall held her tightly in place. No matter how much force she exerted, she couldn’t budge them even slightly!

Soon, as she roared in fury, her chest flesh tore apart, and thin threads began to sprout from her skin, wrapping themselves around the insect-like appendages that restrained her. The threads coiled round and round, as if trying to gradually unravel these "insect limbs" holding her against the wall. But within moments, Lu Xiaojie realized this method was ineffective and swiftly retracted the threads!

All the while, she kept muttering nonsensical words under her breath.

"Cut off... she severed us... I’m not me anymore... why?"

"What are you talking about? Were you targeting me or Dairya just now?"

Utterly consumed by madness, Lu Xiaojie didn’t respond to Tang Ye, instead repeating her prior statements over and over, her body twisting grotesquely like half-crushed maggots. Left with no choice, Tang Ye ordered the Mother Nest to tighten its grip on Lu Xiaojie.

"Do you have any way to deal with her?"

He asked again, but as expected, Lu Xiaojie didn’t reply. Shaking his head, Tang Ye gave up.

"Alright, calm down here for a while. You won’t stay locked away too long—I’ll take you out to find the person you’re looking for. Hopefully, you won’t disappoint them too badly when the time comes."

Having said this, Tang Ye didn’t bother checking if she heard or understood him. He turned to leave, and the wall where he’d entered earlier tore open, revealing a passageway composed entirely of flesh and blood.

Tang Ye stepped out, and the passage quickly reverted to its original state of seamless wall, leaving no trace that it had ever been opened. He didn’t notice that as soon as he exited, the furious Lu Xiaojie fell eerily silent. She seemed to be contemplating something—but what that was, no one could know.

After spending two to three years in the Royal Court, Tang Ye had grown familiar with the internal space of the Mother Nest. Within a short time, he made his way out of its depths, and his phone in his pocket soon reconnected to the network here.

[The Demon Sound corpse tide is advancing toward the southeast. The Linhan Regiment in the Dangerous Sanctuary City has been urgently deployed. Yang Xiangfeng has not appeared for days, raising concern that the mayor of the Dangerous Sanctuary City might flee before the battle.]

[The Chenyang United District has provided the largest-scale military aid to the Dangerous Sanctuary City...]

As soon as the phone connected to the network, numerous push notifications appeared on the homepage, all relating to the situation outside the Royal Court. Tang Ye didn’t open any of them to check the details. After a brief silence, he murmured, "Looks like I need to start preparing as well—not sure if it’s the right call."

Tapping a few times on the blood-flesh wall beside him, Tang Ye then entered a seemingly ordinary building. At the same time, deep within the Mother Nest, Abeng, lying on a trampoline, pushed away a fat, strange insect in front of him and muttered to himself, "Everyone down below, take heed. Stay within your territories and don’t move around recklessly—starting now, all Level 8s are to sleep, completely. As for those below Level 8, make the most of your time. If you don’t work hard, you’ll end up as dog food."

"What am I planning to do? The Khan is preparing to introduce a new batch of specialty dog food soon. During this period, ramp up production; it won’t be long before the good days roll around."

"What good days? You figure that out yourselves. There’s plenty of fine food and drink waiting for us outside, don’t hold back."

"Invitations? Don’t you dare play dumb with me—I know what kind of slackers you are. Work harder, boys... Brother Hu almost gave me vertical pupils when he came down!"

...

This year’s winter arrived early and left quickly. Yet, the wind blowing from the North still carried the cold bite of the season. Fragments of dried leaves scattered everywhere across the ground, driven by the wind. Within cracks in the concrete, a lone yellow flower stood resolutely upright, as if showcasing its indomitable will to the world.

But its life was far too fragile compared to other organisms. When the strong wind came, the flower’s feeble strength couldn’t withstand it. Soon, its stem bent beneath the pressure of the gusts.

Just as its petals almost touched the ground, a vast shadow enveloped it, blocking the wind entirely. Only then did the yellow flower manage to straighten itself once more.

A man opened a brand-new kettle, sat next to the little yellow flower, and took a heavy swig of water. Looking at the flower, he shook his head and muttered, "If only I were you."

Perhaps something weighed heavily on his mind, for the man’s face appeared sorrowful. He wore a military uniform and carried a compressed exoskeleton pack on his back. Around him, many soldiers dressed the same were busy going about their tasks.

"Ghost Head! Get over there and help already!"

The man had barely taken a sip of water when another soldier called out to him from nearby. Not daring to slack off, he quickly stood up, retrieved his weapon from his backpack, and rushed in the direction the soldier had pointed.

About thirty years old, the man’s face was round with a broad forehead. His thick lips were also a distinguishing feature of his appearance.

Though his hair was dense, there was a peculiar spot about two centimeters above his right ear—a bald patch roughly half a centimeter wide, exposing bare scalp.

Given his overall look, strangers upon first meeting him often felt he seemed very honest. His personality matched this impression well, leading many acquaintances to joke, "If ever there were proof that appearances can be deceiving, then you’re the exception." Likewise, his nickname, Ghost Head, was widely known—yet few people ever knew his real name.

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