Chapter 623: Chapter 623: Actions Speak Louder Than Words
"Actions speak louder than words; let’s all become zombies, leave the confines of the safety base behind, and go wherever we want! Don’t let the zombie virus stop us!"
"Only by truly accepting the zombie virus and undergoing its cleansing can we genuinely defeat the virus and complete the evolution from humanity to the Zombie King!"
"Even if you can’t hear the location of Joy Valley now, don’t worry. Once you become zombies, you’ll find your own paradise!"
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The voice of the Zombie King’s broadcaster on the radio begins to fade in and out, as if someone is competing for the frequency.
Occasionally, a sweet human host sings mesmerizing ballads, trying to erase the propaganda of the Zombie King’s broadcaster.
But it doesn’t work; the Zombie King broadcaster remains.
Apparently, this Zombie King was once a highly skilled technician.
Even until the Bai Family finished breakfast, the Zombie King broadcaster was still promoting the beauty of Joy Valley.
The Bai Family naturally has no desire to be caught by zombies, but for some humans who’ve lost hope, this is the quickest way to end their suffering.
Joy Valley, it’s their longed-for Joy Valley too.
The absurd speech by the Zombie King broadcaster is not without effect; everywhere, there are ordinary people who’ve lost hope, willing to take a chance and voluntarily get scratched by zombies.
Actively infecting themselves with the virus.
If they really become a Zombie King, they would truly be carefree!
This is their only thought.
More survivors feel terror toward the broadcast of the Zombie King.
It always seems like zombies can never be completely eradicated, the apocalypse will never end.
"Rest for a while! The broadcaster isn’t tired, but I’m getting tired just listening!"
Bai Zhengxuan turns off the radio directly, abruptly stopping the joyful voice of the Zombie King broadcaster.
If he continues listening, even he might develop the idea of getting bitten by a zombie.
He’s a Third Rank Superpower User, with a greater likelihood of becoming a High Rank Zombie, and if he could be certain he’d turn into a Zombie King, Bai Zhengxuan might genuinely consider joining the zombie camp.
Just this thought sends a chill through Bai Zhengxuan.
Life is so good now, yet he still has this thought. What about other survivors—won’t they also be unable to resist the brainwashing of the Zombie King broadcaster?
As a retired teacher, Bai Zhengxuan clearly understands the impact the broadcaster’s words are having on everyone.
He never had such good oratory skills when he was teaching!
"Where exactly is Joy Valley?"
Bai Xiqin frowned, looking out at the newly risen sun. Even in the heat of summer, she felt a slight chill.
The struggle between humanity and zombies seems endless.
This is more brutal than a war between two countries.
"If the sudden burst of energy drastically changed our world, then how were historical energy bursts dealt with?" Bai Zhengxuan suddenly remembered something, "In Chi You’s era, everyone was powerful. If they were also affected by energy tides gaining superpowers, why weren’t they dominated by zombies?"
"The Yellow Emperor’s daughter revived on the battlefield, known as Drought," Bai Xiqin said, "Perhaps that era had zombies too, but they were suppressed by high-ranking Zombie Kings standing with humanity, so it didn’t become legend."
The notion that energy tides existed in history is just an idle speculation between Bai Xiqin and Bai Zhengxuan, not credible but not entirely implausible either.
According to various legends, particularly records in the Classic of Mountains and Seas, those ancient ’rumors’ are gradually becoming reality.
Exotic flowers and beasts, extraordinary happenings with immense strength, have all materialized after the tide’s cleansing.
"If the Immortal Country truly exists," Bai Anhai frowned, "The Immortality Medicine Emperor Shi sought might not have been medicine, but the best path to become a Zombie King?"
"Then the Terracotta Warriors...?"
Thinking deeply chills the soul.
Liu Jing spoke only a few words then fell silent.
The following is too absurd, with no basis, essentially just a fantasy.
"Alright, no matter how much we think, it may not be true. That broadcaster has already disrupted our thoughts just with his radio, and his purpose is fulfilled."
Wang Yiyun rubbed her temples, letting out a barely noticeable sigh.
Even if she thinks there’s money to be made from zombies, she still longs to return to her old funeral parlor job.
Even being exploited and underpaid by the manager is better than watching corpses roam the world.
"Indeed! Best not to dwell on it further!"
Liu Jing also shook her head, holding a small scalpel for dissection, constantly rubbing it between her fingers.
She and her daughter-in-law aren’t afraid of this damned apocalypse, but not all family members have such courage!
"Bang bang bang!"
The sound of someone knocking on the glass disrupted the family’s thoughts.
Everyone turned to look towards the window of the bus. They saw Uncle Wang and Uncle Liu pressing their faces against the glass.
Leng Yebai stood up and opened the bus door, and Uncle Wang’s cheerful voice echoed inside the bus.
"Old Bai, you’ve been okay these days, right? Haven’t been scared witless by zombies, have you?" Uncle Wang grinned, asking, "I just smelled the scent of braised pork shank; you can’t eat it all yourself!"
When Uncle Liu and Uncle Wang were preparing to return to the safety base, they found it surrounded tightly by zombies.
Initially, they wanted to charge in to rescue the Bai Family, but the zombies were too numerous, with the garbage truck stuck amidst them.
Later, they witnessed something unforgettable: the zombies started killing each other.
Uncle Wang and Uncle Liu had a vague idea of why the zombie horde was attacking itself.
Possibly, Zhang Yiming orchestrated it.
Though they seem carefree at times, they can be quite perceptive.
The aura emitted from Zhang Yiming, which the Bai Family might not sense, was felt by Uncle Wang and Uncle Liu.
The aura was strong, seemingly able to tear everything apart.
To the Bai Family, Zhang Yiming is a sunny, warm-hearted youth.
To Uncle Wang and Uncle Liu, he is sometimes a gentle youth, and other times a bloodthirsty, fierce Zombie King.
When they accidentally collided with Zombie Emperor Zhang Yiming outside Fire Phoenix Safety Base, they sensed it.
Knowing Zhang Yiming’s connection with the Bai Family, and understanding his difference toward them, they always pretended not to notice, treating Zhang Yiming as any ordinary youth.
Seeing the zombie horde kill each other, they knew the people in the safety base were alright and left without concern.
They only returned last night.
As expected, the safety base was very secure.
"You two are something else, being wild all this time before returning!"
Bai Zhengxuan rolled his eyes at Uncle Wang and Uncle Liu, pulling out a bowl from the cupboard containing two braised pork shanks.
Seeing the green garbage truck parked next to their vehicle, he had Leng Yebai heat the pork shanks for his old friends!
"Hehe! If we don’t go wild now, we’ll grow old!"
Uncle Wang grinned widely, and he and Uncle Liu raced toward the pork shanks.
While the two elders were enjoying the pork shanks, Bai Xiqin noticed the roots of their hair turning black, new black hair sprouting.
