I am the Zombie King of the Apocalyptic World
Chapter 384 - 381: This is Probably the Best Outcome_1

Chapter 384: Chapter 381: This is Probably the Best Outcome_1

He groped his way towards the direction from which the singing was emanating, an overwhelming desire for revenge making him yearn to tear apart the individual spying on him, regardless of their gender!

More disturbingly, several ruthless strategies had already begun to take shape in his mind.

The singing continued, each note carrying with it images of previous lives, prompting him to imagine what he might have been in a former life. The lush forest around him only added to an unparalleled, immersive experience.

The suddenly mesmerized Ah Fu was an astonishing sight. Who would have thought that a bloodthirsty zombie would comprehend music? Let alone lose himself in it? It was a notion too absurd to contemplate.

Tang Ye followed the sounds of singing, and noticing the unusual behaviour of Tang Ye, Ah Fu hastily shook off the music’s spell and followed him.

Zombies boasted extraordinary hearing, able to pinpoint the origin of any sound without effort!

He made his way down a massive tree, heading beneath the "island" the tree’s roots had lifted up. With each step he took, he felt the phantom song getting closer. It wasn’t the usual kind of closeness, but rather a kind of oppressive heaviness echoing in his mind. In fact, the volume of the song was the same no matter where he heard it from, drawing nearer only intensified the impressions of the song.

Upon entering the area beneath the island, all bright sunlight from outside vanished, leaving behind only darkness. The kind of darkness that seemed not to be a void of light but rather a substance that devoured all light. Tang Ye could feel an intense resentment in the air. It was an indescribable, ominous feeling that even managed to send a chill down a zombie’s spine.

Tang Ye and Ah Fu were affected similarly. The incessant music was no longer able to soothe Ah Fu’s restlessness. He looked around anxiously, as if expecting a green-faced, fanged demon to suddenly crawl out from a corner!

Initially, nothing seemed wrong with their surroundings. But then Tang Ye realised all the maggots that had previously swarmed the area when the Pseudo-dragon brought them here were gone. Now, there wasn’t even a hint of the vitality that living creatures would ordinarily leave behind.

Zombies craved flesh, fresh flesh to be exact. They wouldn’t be interested in dead organisms. That particular preference blessed zombies with a keen nose to distinguish the living from the non-living. This applied to every living being, whether a tiny fly or mosquito.

As a Level 5 zombie, Tang Ye’s sense of smell had reached an even higher level of sharpness. As long as something fell within his scent radius, he could detect even the faintest trace of an ant, let alone a human!

Yet now, his nose failed to pick up a trace of life amidst the overwhelmingly prevalent scent of death!

Entering the pit, all life seemed to be barred entry. With not a single animal or insect carcass to be found in the uneven ground.

Hopping over a five-meter-high horizontal tree root, Tang Ye and Ah Fu arrived at an open area. On the side, interweaving roots, whether naturally or artificially formed, made up a wall. The tree root just vaulted over presented itself as the entrance.

The singing hadn’t stopped, only shifted to a different song. Among the woman’s singing and the sound of the pipa, Tang Ye faintly heard a "knock, knock, knock" sound. It was as if someone was gently tapping their fingers on a tabletop in time with the music.

Ah Fu appeared agitated. Perhaps he’d grown tired of the constant singing. His incessant kicking against the verdant soil, swinging shoulders, and swinging tentacles left numerous random trenches in the ground.

Observing the surroundings, Tang Ye felt a sense of confusion. He was unaware of his exact location. Although the singing persisted after they arrived, he found himself directionless, the singing, which initially came from a specific direction, seemed to echo from all around him.

It felt to Tang Ye as if a dozen people were encircling him and singing. He knew there was just one singer, but their current location eluded him.

Furrowing his brows, he struggled to compose himself. The feeling of being watched had been clinging to him since entering the place. However, the hostility was growing stronger, mixing with an unmistakable desire to kill.

This made it impossible for Tang Ye to keep his cool. He detested feeling manipulated and seeing no way out. At the same time, he had genuine reservations about the entity here. After having stayed here for so many days, nearly half a month, he had come across some extremely strange and unimaginable situations, particularly getting lost. Could such a phenomenon even be explained scientifically?

His white pupils dilated slightly. The darkness of the pit became clearer in Tang Ye’s eyes. He began his search again. Upon entering the pit, the song echoed from all directions, which led him to suspect that the singer must be close by.

Nevertheless, why would someone choose to sing now and explicitly allow him to hear? This must undoubtedly be intentional.

If that was the case, why didn’t the person sing earlier on? As soon as the song began, the moment he entered under the "island" raised by the giant tree roots, Tang Ye knew that someone was intentionally luring him there.

He would have been drawn there at any given time, so why choose this specific moment? While this was too goal-oriented from the instigator, Tang Ye knew this could invariably lead to unfavorable consequences, but what could he do about it?

Should he refrain from entering? If he stayed trapped there indefinitely, it would be displeasing, to say the least!

He still had a lot to accomplish outside the pit, but what were these tasks? How important were they? Tang Ye didn’t want to think too much about it, he just had one thought: escape!

He wondered what other means could be used by the entity capable of trapping him via the fantastical phenomenon of getting lost? This clearly displayed its level of power. If it didn’t immediately act, there must be other reasons.

The entity may be highly powerful, possibly formidable enough to defeat Tang Ye, but so what? If a fight couldn’t be avoided, he’d risk his life in it!

The worst outcome was death. Dying might not be terrible, as it would put an end to all his troubles, turning everything into a fleeting memory. It would leave all the things he had experienced to dissipate into thin air.

Perhaps the concept of having a soul after death is real, or maybe there is an underworld. Then, he could visit the legendary Terrace of Expecting Home and see the place where his deepest longing lies.

He considered this because he didn’t know where his most cherished place was. He was purely interested in witnessing how the system would judge.

Feeling desolate, perhaps... Regardless, this was his current reality. Naturally, being able to escape would be the best outcome.

PS: High energy ahead, watch how our protagonist goes from being an ordinary man to a god!