I am the Zombie King of the Apocalyptic World
Chapter 1255 - 1250: The City’s Isolated Island

Chapter 1255: Chapter 1250: The City’s Isolated Island

On the horizon, a meteor smashed down, leaving behind a pit as big as a soccer field! The sky filled with dust and debris covered the figure.

Soon, a hand broke through the ruins and reached out, as if a zombie was coming back to life. Tang Ye slowly stood up, his clothing fluttering wildly in the fierce wind, his white hair swaying, casting a demonic shadow on the ground.

Two zombies approached silently. Li Qingtian’s body began to sandify extensively; her flesh and blood molecules separated from her body one by one, turning into sand that fell to the ground or was swept away by the wind. Her face was no longer pleasing to the eye but had become hideously ugly.

However, Tang Ye was not much better off. Li Qingtian knew she was at the end of her strength. Transforming a human into a zombie, stronger than her former self while maintaining her consciousness, was impossible, but Li Qingtian had done it, paying a heavy price in the process.

Her consciousness was starting to blur, a vague sensation of two selves emerging within her, which was not herself...

Therefore, her resistance was extremely fierce; she fought desperately! This caused Tang Ye’s scalp to be penetrated by more than a dozen bone spikes.

"Why go through all this?"

Tang Ye shook his head. His heart seemed to calm down as he quietly pulled out the bone spikes embedded in his head. If he hadn’t been a silver-armored zombie, he might have died at the hands of Li Qingtian. But as a silver-armored zombie, he did not have much protective awareness for his head or cautiousness against Li Qingtian attacking his weak spots.

As he moved, he pulled out the bone spikes one by one and threw them on the ground.

Li Qingtian had already collapsed to the ground. She looked at Tang Ye somewhat dazedly, but soon, her eyes filled with hatred.

Tang Ye likewise looked at her. His heart was also in pain, not because of himself, but because of the cries from Li Henian within him. Li Henian’s personality told his consciousness that Li Qingtian was his family, and family should not harm one another. Influenced subconsciously by Li Henian, Tang Ye trusted Li Qingtian greatly, but what was the outcome?

This so-called family member wanted to kill him as vengeance for Li Henian. Her actions made Li Henian’s personality feel incredible and immense sorrow. He was shouting, wanting to catch Li Qingtian’s attention and stirring Tang Ye’s emotions, but all these were in vain.

Tang Ye’s body started trembling; Li Henian’s personality stirred intensely within his consciousness but soon fell silent.

"Sister..."

Li Qingtian let out a long howl, emitting a sharp and piercing cry like a night owl from her mouth, her eyes violent and fierce, unique to zombies. More keratin formed on her fingernails, covering her hands.

"I want you dead!"

She closed her eyes, tears of blood seeping from the corners, then rushed toward Tang Ye with incredible speed!

Swish! Swish! Swish!

Both hands frantically waving, the sharp zombie claws left trails of white mist in the air while hundreds of tentacles grew from Tang Ye’s body, crisscrossing into a flesh shield, blocking Li Qingtian’s attacks.

"This is your last chance!"

Tang Ye’s voice was deep, sounding both like a reminder and a warning.

But such defense was ultimately passive. Soon, with the remaining tail feathers on Li Qingtian’s body merging to mount an attack, Tang Ye was sent flying directly!

Li Qingtian was also suspended in the air the next second, a large amount of sand shaking off her body, but she didn’t care; the world in front of her turned into a backdrop, with only Tang Ye, the zombie, in sight!

"Slaughter each other! That’s the feeling, come on! Faster! Even faster! Hahaha!"

Lin Jie, observing from a distance, also seemed insane as he laughed until tears emerged. This was the best play he had ever seen in his life, a play that resonated with him.

"Hahahaha..."

The laughter acted as background music in this battle, amusing to some extent, but when listened to carefully, it also carried an undeniable sadness.

No one paid attention to Lin Jie, and no one wanted to deal with this madman. His presence on this battlefield was exceptionally out of place.

"Hehehehe, hahaha~ Slaughtering each other, why is this, hahaha, why? Why is this..."

As he laughed, when he repeated the word "why", Lin Jie’s voice suddenly deepened, and his eyes gradually grew hollow.

"Yes, why is this? Why indeed?"

He looked at the two figures fighting in the distance as two lines of tears suddenly streamed down.

"I...am I not the same, hehehe... huhuhu~ I am the same, but why."

Watching all this, Lin Jie seemed to return to that year, when he experienced the coldest summer wind of this world, colder than winter winds, helpless, just letting the wheel of fate roll over his fragile dreams. The sand rising and falling with the wind, every grain carrying his shadow, the clash of sand grains, whether advancing or retreating, all ended in falling into that endless abyss, sinking into oneself.

It was also like the boisterous scene he had seen that year, peering through the gaps at the bustling street, everything closely related to him yet entirely unrelated.

The wind blinded his eyes, the closed windows prevented him from discerning the world, the fairy-tale world inside him unrelated to everything he saw. The warmth he gave himself under the covers couldn’t dispel the cold from outside, just as the fairy-tale in his heart couldn’t change the world.

Every word he spoke was like a madman talking to himself, no one took it seriously, nor did anyone give it importance.

What he wanted was very simple, something everyone could have, like someone walking past, accidentally bumping into him, and then exchanging an apology.

A beautiful angel would sit next to him, he would lie in her arms, feeling the warmth from something beautiful, even though waking up only to find it was just a pile of garbage heated by his own body.

The inherent foul smell of it made it hard for people not to dislike themselves.

"Hehe... hehehahaha..."

He forced a chuckle, suddenly realizing that he actually hated this play, because the actors inside brought it too much to life, as if he were one of them, which he loathed. He was not like that, never like that, he should be normal...

I haven’t fallen asleep, and the angel isn’t just an illusion of mine, she’s always been here, it’s just that when I wake up... I can’t find her anymore...

Lin Jie stood up, no longer insane as before, and after one last look at the play, he staggered towards the distance, his figure appearing very lonely.