I am the Zombie King of the Apocalyptic World
Chapter 983 - 980 Similarities

Chapter 983: Chapter 980 Similarities

Who could it be?

Tang Ye didn’t pay much attention, for he was the ruler of the United District, an emperor in a sense, with supreme power and privileges beyond the reach of ordinary people. Even before the Apocalypse, the meals brought to Tang Ye were always of the highest luxury and quality.

To ensure that every meal he had was fresh out of the pot, the delivery times were never fixed; they were only prepared and sent after confirming that Tang Ye was in his rest area.

Tang Ye had been there for over ten minutes already, so it was a bit early, but not surprising, for the food to arrive at this time.

However, Tang Ye, with the olfactory senses of a Level 7 zombie, did not smell the food, that familiar spiciness and numbing sensation.

He found it odd, but soon thought it might be personnel coming to report on the handling of the "thieves" who had been selling equipment from the Peace Party without authorization.

Soon, there was a knock at the door, and Tang Ye casually said, "Come in."

Upon his words, the person outside seemed to freeze, silent for three or four seconds, while Tang Ye continued to look at the information file in his hand. The doorknob made a "click" sound, and then the door was pushed open.

"What’s the matter? Speak," Tang Ye asked nonchalantly, closing the information file in his hand and placing it on the table, his eyes fixed forward. The woman who had entered didn’t say a word, which struck Tang Ye as odd. He couldn’t help but look towards the door.

As soon as he saw the stunning and graceful figure standing at the entrance, his body stiffened.

The visitor was Li Qingtian!

Tang Ye’s mind went blank, his gaze frozen for a moment, while the other party also looked at him, silent and tranquil.

"Why... why are you here?"

Lately, Tang Ye hadn’t seen Li Qingtian, as if she had suddenly disappeared. This led him to believe she had come to understand the truth—that he wasn’t Li Henian, but an impostor—and, heartbroken, had left the United District.

Coming to this conclusion, Tang Ye relaxed, no longer worried about encountering this woman who consistently left him at a loss.

Yet, to his complete surprise, this woman, Li Henian’s sister, had appeared again!

In her eyes, Tang Ye saw no expression. She just stared into his face, not blinking, as if longing for a long-lost person, only to meet with silent gazes.

After Tang Ye spoke, he didn’t know what to say next. Li Qingtian did not respond, and the two simply looked at each other. In her bright, dark eyes, Tang Ye saw his own reflection—so clear, so penetrating.

The air was filled with awkwardness and a peculiar sense of closeness for Tang Ye. The natural affection for Li Qingtian that existed in Li Henian’s mind spread wildly within him. The longing, the joy of seeing a loved one, made Tang Ye struggle to control himself, wanting to loudly proclaim the familial term for their relationship. But he was fully aware that this kinship did not belong to him; to him, she was a stranger. Furthermore, he was older than Li Qingtian. When calculated according to Li Henian’s timeline, Li Qingtian was nineteen before the Apocalypse, and only twenty-four after five years, whereas he was already well into his thirties.

Perhaps due to evolution or being a zombie, his apparent age was indiscernible; he seemed to be only twenty-one or twenty-two, even younger.

Still, Tang Ye was certain of one thing: leaving aside zombies, as humans evolved into new human beings and their levels increased, their natural lifespans also extended. The current Li Qingtian showed no signs of aging from before the Apocalypse; she even seemed younger than before, like a girl in the prime of her youth.

Their ages did not match at all; how could he call her "sister"?

His life, for the most part, had been spent alone, with no intersection with Li Henian’s.

Thus, Tang Ye, as if rooted to the spot, didn’t know what to say after his initial statement, and neither did she. But in the emotionless depths of her eyes, Tang Ye suddenly spotted a flicker of vulnerability.

He saw Li Qingtian’s figure soften as if all strength had left her. The calm in her eyes was gradually overtaken by longing, and moisture began to gather in her bright eyes. It seemed she was about to cry.

"Wait!" Tang Ye exclaimed hastily.

Li Qingtian paused, her teary eyes lingering on him, causing Tang Ye to feel somewhat guilty. His mind was in turmoil; he knew he wasn’t Li Henian, yet he had Li Henian’s memories and emotions. He could perhaps lie and admit to Li Qingtian that he was Li Henian, but he wasn’t sure whether she knew Li Henian was dead or whether she, too, was uncertain of his death.

After all, she had witnessed him kill Li Henian, seeing everything with her own eyes.

If she knew he wasn’t Li Henian and had come to question him about all this, what was this Tang Ye supposed to do, bearing all of Li Henian’s memories and emotions? Regardless of what she might say, demanding an answer, Tang Ye was sure he had none to give.

Tang Ye’s sudden shout left Li Qingtian somewhat dazed, and the tears in her eyes paused for a moment.

Tang Ye, somewhat helplessly, pointed to a sofa in front of him, cleared it of items by tossing them aside, and turned back to Li Qingtian. His voice wavered, betraying the complexity of emotions within Tang Ye at that moment.

"Please, sit here," he said.

Li Qingtian did not speak, nod, or shake her head; she gave no response. She simply proved everything with her actions. As soon as Tang Ye finished speaking, she stepped towards the sofa he had pointed to. However, she did not sit down. Instead, she uttered a sentence that nearly made Tang Ye jump up.

"You’ve grown so big, why do you still throw things around? Can’t find them and get anxious?"

"Ah?"

Hearing Li Qingtian’s words, images flashed in Tang Ye’s mind, several memory fragments of Li Henian, and Tang Ye found they were somewhat similar to his own—always misplacing items. Whenever he went somewhere, he would carelessly throw aside things he didn’t need, only to search everywhere for them when needed.

Li Qingtian’s words made Tang Ye’s heart skip a beat, and for the first time, he felt an unprecedented warmth.