The temples of the Zombie King are no harder than those of ordinary zombies.
Sharp nails easily pierced the Zombie King's temple, then touched something hard.
It was the Crystal Core of the Zombie King.
For a moment, the vacant expression on Xiao Song Zombie's face paused.
Fragments of images echoed in its mind.
In these images, a person's face gradually overlapped with the face of the Zombie King, now devoid of its Crystal Core, on the ground.
Xiao Song Zombie stared blankly at its own palm.
A slightly purple Crystal Core lay quietly in the decayed hand, and the aura inside made it feel very familiar.
The wise mentor of its life.
Or a long-lost dear friend.
The decayed face twitched slightly, feeling as if it made a wrong decision, yet not understanding what this wrong decision meant.
Was it wrong?
But if it didn't do this, what else could it do?
"Roar..."
Xiao Song Zombie let out a low growl, not knowing what emotions suddenly surged in its mind, nor their origin.
