And now that Lin Hao is free, he decides to take advantage of the eve of the world's destruction to communicate with this zombie:
"Hello."
...
"Dead."
"They are all dead."
Just a moment ago, under Sang Biao's perception, all the zombies in this city died.
Except for him, they're all dead.
His tribe, his clansmen, they are all dead.
A strong sense of loneliness and fear enveloped Sang Biao.
But why didn't he die?
No one gives Sang Biao an answer.
Sang Biao really wants to communicate with the world's consciousness again, but as the space collapses, he cannot empty himself at all.
After he became a zombie, there was no pain response, but just now when the spatial rift slashed across his body, the pain penetrated his heart as if his whole soul was trembling.
To avoid these spatial rifts, Sang Biao had to assume all kinds of twisted postures.
Even though his muscles were stiff and his bones hardened, it was fine, they could just be broken.
