I am the Zombie King of the Apocalyptic World
Chapter 1672 - 1666: Need Help?

Chapter 1672: Chapter 1666: Need Help?

Yong’s gaze had already shifted away from the two unconscious individuals. At this moment, he was looking at Ghost Head. Rather than just looking, Ghost Head felt like this guy was staring at him. There was no evasion in his eyes, as if he sensed the unease in his words, harboring suspicion in his heart.

To ease the awkward atmosphere, he took a deep breath again and deliberately found a topic to ask, "Uh... weren’t you taken away by Yan Jiang? How come you’re here?"

Yong didn’t realize that Ghost Head was deliberately asking this to ease the tension. In fact, he wasn’t really concerned about why Yong was here, but after a brief thought, Yong still answered seriously, "Uh... Yan Jiang?"

"Huh? Oh... the person who took you away was Yan Jiang..." Presumably thinking that this zombie-turned-human’s memory wasn’t too good, Ghost Head kindly helped him recall, but just after speaking, the other party looked at him with a strange gaze, making Ghost Head’s heart tighten.

"Not good..." He slid his right foot back a little, his eyes becoming more panicked. However, upon seeing the thoughtful look on Yong’s face the next second, he breathed a sigh of relief, as the other didn’t think too deeply.

"He... went out... now. Probably dead by now..."

"What, Yan Jiang is dead?" Yong’s words startled Ghost Head, but the other replied in the most indifferent tone, as if he knew of a trivial matter, "I saw him fall among them, couldn’t survive."

"Those... with me..." As he spoke, Yong extended his hand to point at the Magic Sound zombies constantly passing by, clearly implying that Yan Jiang had fallen into the horde of Magic Sound zombies, his fate uncertain. After that, those with him, he pointed to the sky but realized what he was pointing at, then looked down at the ground and glanced at the nearby building, somewhat helplessly lowering his hand and looking at Ghost Head.

He didn’t need to clarify; Ghost Head already knew what he meant, mere soldiers who accompanied them.

"They died too."

"I see, how did they die?" Ghost Head feigned interest and asked again, but Yong didn’t answer his boring question and continued, "I have no one beside me, so I used the big iron block to come here and met you."

He pointed to the severely damaged mech, which even had its hatch twisted and deformed in battle. He continued talking to himself without considering whether his words held up to scrutiny. If he truly were a weak "low-level new human," how could he have driven a mech by himself through the seemingly endless horde of corpses to get here?

Initially, Ghost Head just intended to placate him, not to have Yong hold any hostility towards himself and the others, but as the words continued, his face gradually turned serious.

"Over there, I saw many things... many houses no longer there... black... all black. Where are you going?"

"On top of that building, the two of them fainted, and I want to take them up there to wait for them to wake up. Now those things are attracted by the big guy, hopefully there’s enough time."

"Is that so... we’ll wait for them to wake up together... don’t go over there." Yong pointed to the east. Ghost Head looked over but didn’t find anything unusual, then turned back to look at Ghost Head. Again, he saw this guy’s hand move and point to the west, and the look in his eyes seemed a bit hesitant, as if something was not entirely sure.

Then Yong’s finger pointed to the Magic Sound zombies continuously passing by.

"Over there, they have their king, lurking where no one knows, but... it’s coming here very slowly, and over there, we..." Yong’s finger quickly pointed eastwards. As he spoke, he seemed to have said something he shouldn’t have, paused, but showed no embarrassment and quickly continued, "Is... is..."

His finger moved erratically like a compass disturbed by a magnetic field, quickly shifting direction. At this time, he pointed again to the silver-armored zombie that had started feeding once more: "Over there, is their king, also coming this way, and there..." Yong’s finger again pointed swiftly to the west: "So, it’s moving very slowly. We... shouldn’t go there, we’ll die."

Ghost Head glanced back and forth between east and west. The northwestern sky had completely turned into a gloomy dark purple, like a thick fog covering everything, making it impossible to see the northwest buildings clearly. The eastern sky also became oppressive, heavy clouds looming low, giving a sense of an immense force crossing a river, which Ghost Head wouldn’t have noticed if Yong hadn’t mentioned the east.

Yong spoke blankly about these things, and Ghost Head barely understood his meaning. That king, guessed correctly, it must be the Zombie King. If Yong was telling the truth, then does it mean...

Just thinking about that, Ghost Head’s heart jumped, even harder than before.

"Damn it!"

Two Zombie Kings are approaching the Sanctuary City. It seems just as they anticipated, the invasion of Magic Sound zombies into China has really alarmed the local Zombie Kings that haven’t been seen for years. They will take the battle into the Sanctuary City, initiating an extraordinarily spectacular and attention-grabbing Zombie King battle!

Ghost Head’s feelings were mixed, hard to say. If he were in another place right now and heard what Yong had to say, he might immediately want to join the Zombie God Cult. Now he completely understood why the adherents of the Zombie God Cult revered and worshiped a mere zombie.

But the problem is, he’s now in the battlefield chosen by the presence of two Zombie King levels! Ten years after the Apocalypse, there were never any videos or even a picture to use as a reference for people to judge the combat power of a Level 9, but the destructive power of Level 8 strongmen has been witnessed by many, and it’s simply disastrous. What kind of spectacle would a Level 9 be?

Once the battle of the Zombie Kings erupts within the Sanctuary City, by then, let alone escape to somewhere outside Sanctuary City, even Kunlun Base might be affected!

Ghost Head was in a daze, unable to come back to his senses for a long time until he saw Yong staring intently at him. Only then did he snap back to reality, discarding all sorts of scenarios playing out in his mind.

These things are not what he should be thinking about now. At this moment, the most important thing is to take the unconscious two to a safe place, or else all three of them won’t even have the chance to witness the battle of the Zombie Kings alive!

"Oh... okay, let’s go up first, come on!" Ghost Head, now back to his senses, said to Yong, then carefully carried the two towards the black-and-white office building.

"Need help?"

Yong quietly followed behind and suddenly asked Ghost Head, who turned back to him with a peculiar look in his eyes.