In his heart, Fan Liping wanted it to continue like this.
At least his family had a place to live safely.
But humans and zombies must eventually face a decisive battle, and one side will perish.
With their weak strength, it was really difficult to protect Tangtang.
"The future of the dead is foreseen, only several dozen years."
Zhang Yiming tossed out a statement and then stepped outside.
Maybe it was time to abandon his research.
The dead can never truly become human.
The fact that cold corpses can speak and think is already the greatest gift for the dead.
In the future, it will ultimately still be humanity's future.
And it must be humanity's future.
Zhang Yiming's brain waves were chaotic, but his gaze was firm.
This is the only wish of the Zombie Emperor, who fought in the Sea of Corpses until now.
Fan Liping and his wife watched Zhang Yiming's back; it seemed unusually lonely.
