The dilapidated car moved slowly forward under the moonlight.

From time to time, the car made a wheezing roar, indicating that it was nearing its limit.

Zombie Emperor Zhang Yiming, with a blank expression, floored the accelerator, pushing the car to its maximum speed.

A burlap sack full of crystal cores was placed on the back seat, and black blood dripped slowly from the car door to the ground.

Under the moonlight, the blackish-brown spots stretched very far.

Zombie Emperor Zhang Yiming gazed ahead, and suddenly his lips curled up into a wicked smile.

The dilapidated car stopped by the roadside.

It seemed to be waiting for someone.

In less than ten minutes, a black motorcycle sped over from afar.

The roar of the motorcycle was accompanied by a few disordered footsteps.

In the distance, a young boy with a gentle face sat calmly on the motorcycle, pushing the motorcycle’s speed to the limit.

Under the pure moonlight, several dark shadows followed behind the motorcycle.

The motorcycle was very fast, yet those shadows kept pace without falling behind at all.

Not a single one lagged behind.

The speed of these shadows was very fast, but their running posture was not standard, their bodies twisted in a weird state.

Running with a "hands and feet flailing" manner, they looked nothing like normal humans running, yet their speed was on par with that of the motorcycle.

In the post-apocalyptic world, such bodies were very common.

They were zombies.

Zombies capable of catching up to a speeding motorcycle were undoubtedly High Rank Zombies.

Zhang Yiming almost twisted the motorcycle’s handlebars to the limit, and under normal circumstances, even a world-record-setting sprinter wouldn’t necessarily catch up.

Yet these "hands and feet flailing" bizarre zombies kept up with the motorcycle’s speed.

Zombie Emperor Zhang Yiming glanced at the young boy riding the motorcycle under the moonlight, his piercing eyes resting on Zhang Yiming’s face for a moment.

There was a hint of nostalgia in his piercing eyes.

At this time, he could still be considered "clean."

He never devoured flesh, nor did he destroy safe bases or intentionally torture and harm humans, his infamy not yet widespread.

A trace of madness flickered in Zombie Emperor Zhang Yiming’s eyes, and his lips curled up wickedly.

He truly wanted to become the current version of himself!

The black motorcycle stopped beside Zombie Emperor Zhang Yiming’s dilapidated car.

The several High Rank Zombies that had followed stood respectfully on the side, looking down at the ground, shrinking in fear.

They didn’t dare to look directly at Zombie Emperor Zhang Yiming, nor at Zhang Yiming.

They were all Emperors.

Each of their auras left them with no strength to resist.

This was an instinctive fear.

"Where’s that person?"

Zhang Yiming glanced at the burlap sack on the back seat of the dilapidated car, his voice cold.

"Ran away."

Zombie Emperor Zhang Yiming opened the car door, his tall, upright body emerging from the car, lightly leaning against it, exuding a vague aura of hostility.

Just by standing there, Zombie Emperor Zhang Yiming could deter zombies for miles around.

He was a true Emperor, a figure who once ruled over billions of zombies in the apocalypse.

Zhang Yiming’s delicate eyebrows furrowed slightly, "Is there any other clue?"

"Not for now. The zombies’ heads don’t contain any useful clues. The rest, you should have retrieved from the zombies’ heads. That person’s name is Wang Ge."

Zombie Emperor Zhang Yiming lowered his gaze to his slender fingers, his fingers moving slightly, his lips curling up wickedly.

"Alright, I got it."

Zhang Yiming nodded expressionlessly, feeling a bit regretful inside.

As soon as he knew this side was being attacked, he immediately brought his most capable subordinates over, yet it was still too late.

Without asking where the zombies that attacked Xiao Niu had gone, Zhang Yiming saw the crystal cores on the dilapidated car.

Whether it was Zombie Emperor Zhang Yiming or himself who appeared today, the outcome would be the same.

Those zombies must die.

There’s no reason why.

"You’ve never eaten flesh, right?"

Zombie Emperor Zhang Yiming continued looking at his slender fingers, a voice emerging from his throat, sounding somewhat muffled.

"No."

Zhang Yiming instinctively swallowed, his fingers tightening slightly.

After eating Ganmu, his craving for flesh became ever stronger.

Fortunately, he could control it.

Though it was tiring.

At the thought of how filthy and unbearable his body would become after devouring flesh, Zhang Yiming could quickly suppress the rampaging emotions in his mind.

He was already so unbearable, and would not want to become a flesh-devouring monster.

He would rather die than let her see him in such an unbearable state.

"I’ve tasted it, and over the past few years, every day has been like savoring a delicacy, it’s delicious, satisfying the rampaging emotions in my mind."

Zombie Emperor Zhang Yiming slowly closed his eyes, seemingly reminiscing the wonderful taste of devouring flesh, his voice intoxicated.

But the hostility on him turned into something tangible, colder even than the moonlight pouring down from the sky.

"You regret it."

Zhang Yiming looked coldly at the face in front of him that was identical to his own.

No one knows himself better than he does.

If she really died, died in his most powerless moment, he would inevitably go insane and seek revenge on everyone.

Even defenseless humans would all go to Hell.

Only...

He glanced at the Zombie Emperor Zhang Yiming, his eyes barely perceptibly flickering.

"Yes! I do regret it. Who would’ve thought I could come back to the past, back to this world where she’s still present." Zombie Emperor Zhang Yiming suddenly opened his eyes, filled with deep affection, "If I had known I could return, I’d definitely..."

His voice trailed off.

The remaining words unspoken by Zombie Emperor Zhang Yiming, Zhang Yiming had already fully understood.

If he had known he could come back.

He would certainly not have devoured flesh.

He would have consistently restrained himself.

He would have continued to seek the path to becoming human again.

It’s just, there’s no undoing what’s been done. 𝗳𝚛𝚎𝚎𝘄𝕖𝕓𝕟𝕠𝚟𝚎𝕝.𝗰𝕠𝐦

Zhang Yiming looked at Zombie Emperor Zhang Yiming’s nearly crazy eyes, and just said very calmly, "I certainly won’t repeat the same mistakes."

He will do everything he can to protect the only light.

Zhang Yiming silently leaned against the motorcycle, his tall silhouette stretched very long by the moonlight.

If one overlooked the black blood flowing in his body, just judging by his appearance, it was a peaceful image of the boy next door in good times.

Clean and pure.

"I really envy you."

Zombie Emperor Zhang Yiming lifted his eyes to gaze at the moon, his voice soft.

No one knew how he got through those years.

From a zombie who didn’t eat flesh to becoming a heinous Zombie Emperor, these fear-inducing transformations were also his agony.

The experiences he went through, the Zhang Yiming in front of him had never experienced.

He had never devoured flesh, still regarded by Xiao Niu’s family as a friend, trusted...

This kind of Zhang Yiming, how could he not envy?

It was a scene he had yearned for day and night through years in the apocalypse, yet it was easily realized by him.

Ever since becoming a zombie, he’d wondered, could she accept the reality of him being a zombie, not be repulsed, and be his friend.

He finally saw this scene, the Zhang Yiming blessed by God, yet it wasn’t him; it was the past him.

While his mind’s past still remained dirty and brutal.

Everything made it impossible for him to be content.

He truly longed to stay permanently in this world with her.

To feel the warmth of this world, hear her voice, shelter her from the wind and rain.

He didn’t want to be an emperor among zombies, he only wanted to be her prince.