I am the Zombie King of the Apocalyptic World
Chapter 891 - 887: Why Change

Chapter 891: Chapter 887: Why Change

After steadying himself, the man in the duckbill cap spat out a breath of foul air. He lifted his hand as if to inspect something, and Tang Ye noticed blood on the web between his thumb and forefinger. His entire hand trembled slightly, but he showed no signs of fear. On the contrary, he seemed surprised, looking at his injured hand as if it were not his own, merely checking for wear and tear as if it were a machine.

Without pain of his own, his face lacked any expression of suffering.

He lowered his head, preventing Tang Ye from seeing his expression, but Tang Ye noticed the man’s shoulders shaking slightly. This movement wasn’t one of physical pain; it was more like the man was chuckling to himself!

Yes, chuckling—Tang Ye could faintly see his mouth opening.

"Marshal Li, your strength is truly beyond my expectations, heh heh ha ha ha~"

"It seems you’ve noticed," Tang Ye said indifferently. Joking aside, his overall strength had increased by more than nine times when he advanced from Level 5 to Level 6—an increase in power nearly tenfold, which meant he had double the strength of other Level 6 powerhouses. Even when evolving to Level 7, although the increase wasn’t as much as the previous evolution, it was still not something an ordinary Level 7 New Human could compare with.

"Surprising for you, maybe, but not for me. Break my rules, and you go straight to hell!"

"Hell? Did you just say hell? Isn’t this place already hell? Ha ha ha!"

The duckbill cap man suddenly burst into loud laughter, even crazier than before!

"I’ve seen hell long ago; have you not seen hell, Marshal Li?"

With his knife raised, the man twisted his body as he laughed maniacally at Tang Ye, his face contorted like he’d bitten into a lemon, wild and violent.

Tang Ye’s spinning blade completed a circle as he walked towards the man indifferently. But at that moment, the man in the duckbill cap seemed to sense something and turned his head to look beside him.

"What’s that?" His smile vanished abruptly, and he went on alert for something.

Residents retreating further away watched everything from a distance, their voices buzzing with speculation. However, just then, Tang Ye stopped. His heightened zombie hearing allowed him to catch another bit of conversation amidst the noisy chatter.

"...over there... People from the Peace Party... someone has taken action..."

"What’s that? The Peace... the soldiers have been attacked... up ahead."

Tang Ye’s brow furrowed as he quickly pieced together these snippets of conversation, and he soon guessed their true meaning.

Soldiers from the Peace Party have been attacked!

As his emotions shifted, the duckbill cap man dropped his guard for the surrounding area, as if whatever he was wary of had left.

"Marshal, aren’t you going to check it out?"

The duckbill cap man had obviously caught the conversation as well and watched Tang Ye with a sneer, waiting to see his next reaction.

Tang Ye gave him a cold glance and then rushed in the opposite direction of the man, accompanied by Song Muyuan.

"Goodbye!"

The man in the duckbill cap chuckled lowly, sheathed his bone knife, and turned to leave. The surrounding crowd quickly made way for his approach, giving him a wide berth. An entity capable of contending with the overlord of the United District deserved serious consideration.

To the man in the duckbill cap, those around him were of no interest. Winding his way through the crowd, he entered a permanently dark alley and walked towards the door at the end. He opened it.

The room behind the door was only about thirty square meters with barely any furniture besides a chair. The floor was carpeted, but it looked extremely dirty due to a lack of cleaning over a long period, and the air was filled with a strong musty smell.

In the corner of the room sat a woman covered in blood, her hair disheveled. Her feet were suspended, her hands twisted violently into knots, and the muscles and skin under her armpits were torn, exposing the tissues inside.

Her clothes were torn to shreds, her abdomen sliced open with a long wound. If anyone could see behind the wound, they would notice that most of her internal organs, except for vital ones like her heart and lungs, had been removed.

The perpetrator did not clean up the blood that flowed from the woman’s body after he finished his deeds, so the surrounding carpet had lost its original color and turned brown from the dried blood.

Most astonishing was that, despite most of her internal organs being removed, the woman was still alive. She had an IV in her left wrist, filled with nutrient solution to ensure she could keep living.

Upon entering, the man in the duckbill cap gently closed the door and shook all the zombie scales from his pocket, then approached the woman.

When she saw him coming, the woman lifted her head. Her eyes showed a numb expression, devoid of fear.

She had lived with this man for a long time. He was a devil, and a devil so madly deranged!

She didn’t know his real name, only that many referred to him as Paint Man.

Before meeting him, the woman never imagined herself becoming like this, organ by organ being removed from her body. That pain was unimaginable, and she didn’t even know how she had endured it.

Her numb expression didn’t stem from a lack of fear; rather, after enduring so much torment, she had grown used to it. No one could imagine how desperate she felt when this all began.

"I’m back."

The man in the duckbill cap said softly, his tone gentle as if he were returning home after a day’s work to speak to his wife.

The woman looked up at him, her hair covering her face, leaving only one bloodshot eye visible, void of any emotion, just like a puppet.

She didn’t answer him. Not that she couldn’t, but because she had no way to speak—her tongue had been torn out by this man and was now drying on the windowsill. Over time, what was once a full tongue had shriveled into a black lump, which to the unaware might look like a rotten piece of cloth on clothing.

All she could produce were grating moans which were insufferable for someone who once took pride in her singing voice. This version of herself, she would rather stay silent forever, until her death.

But the man in the duckbill cap couldn’t care less about her words. He continued gently, "I brought the stuff, but on the way here, I realized I’m getting bored of you. You don’t even resist anymore... Sigh—so boring."

"Why? Why does everyone change? Why can’t everyone stay the same as they were at the beginning? Why did you become so obedient? Why don’t you resist now? Why?"

"Where is your pride? Your arrogance? Come out! Didn’t you used to love being clean? Look at you now; you’re like a rat in a sewer, dirty and stinky! Why did you turn into a filthy worm?"