novel for you Chapter 882 Meeting the Zombie King
Chapter 882 Meeting the Zombie King
Chapter 882 Meeting the Zombie King
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Mobei.
West City Base.
This place is close to Mobei. Outside the West City base, there are endless yellow sand and hills.
This was originally a small border town, and its population declined before the end of the world.
After the apocalypse, due to the small population and low density, the zombies were quickly eliminated in the early stages of the zombie outbreak and then stabilized.
Later, during the apocalypse, more and more survivors came here, and the population became even more prosperous than before the apocalypse.
A tall and handsome man was walking on the street, his cheeks were angular, as if they were carved by a knife and an axe, as if they were a work carefully carved by God.
The elegance of the Daxia people and the flamboyance of other races are perfectly combined in this face that looks very mixed-race.
He walked on the streets of doomsday in a haute couture suit, like a nobleman who had instantly traveled from a bustling city to doomsday.
Countless eyes were looking at him with either amazement or fear.
However, they were intimidated by the huge energy in him and did not dare to move forward.
No one noticed that there was a stall selling scones nearby.
Four figures squatted in a neat row, looking at the man.
The four men each held a piece of pancake, eating while discussing the matter.
The pancake shop owner is a low-level fire-type mutant.
Although his ability level is not high, his control over fire is perfect. The pancakes he baked are crispy on the outside and tender on the inside. Although the mutton head meat filling inside is a bit smelly and not handled well, the mutant beast meat has a strong fishy smell, so it is very good to be able to handle it like this.
If his scones weren't so expensive, there would probably be a long queue.
Three half-skinned sheep were hanging next to the pancake oven. The boss was cutting the mutton while looking at the four people.
It's not that he's too curious, it's just that this combination of four people gives him a feeling that he's hard to describe.
A short, bald man who looked a bit silly, with a faded gold plastic crown stuck to his bald scalp with something unknown. One of his eyes was red as if he had conjunctivitis, and he was schizophrenic and quarreled with himself.
An old ghost who was so thin that only a layer of skin was left on his body, like a dead tree spirit. When he stretched out his hand, he thought he saw a dried chicken foot. He also liked to pinch his throat when speaking, and he wanted to smother the cake into his throat.
There was also a big guy with a square face. I don’t know how much beef jerky he ate, but his masseter muscles were extremely developed.
There was only one woman left. If you say it was abnormal, she seemed fine. If you say it was normal, her hair hadn't been washed for a long time, and it was piled up on top of her head like a chicken coop.
He saw the woman with the bird-nest hair take out a water cup, chopsticks, a towel, a comb, and even a living palm-sized crow from her hair!
Just now, four people complained that his scones were not tasty enough!
Then the bird's nest head actually picked his scalp and sprinkled a layer of dandruff on everyone's pancakes, and said it was pepper powder! !
These people are obviously mentally ill!
It is precisely because several of them are mentally ill that the boss pays special attention to them.
He knew that several very powerful psychics were slightly mentally ill.
According to unscientific rumors, the spiritual world of mentally ill people is stronger than that of ordinary people, so once these people awaken their special powers, they will also be stronger than normal people.
These people have very pure spirits, and their abilities are probably extraordinary.
And one mentally ill boss is enough to show for yourself, but there are four of them, enough to make up a mahjong table!
The boss smoked his pipe and looked bleakly at the Gobi poplar trees on the horizon. He felt that something big was about to happen.
The four people ate the pancakes and were given a bowl of mutton soup by the boss.
Potato felt that the boss was very considerate. As a king, the whole world belonged to him, so he accepted the soup from the boss with great ease.
The four of them squatted on the side of the street, eating bites of bread and sips of soup, and from time to time they let Niaowotou scratch their hair and shake off some pepper to add some flavor.
Bird's Nest Head, "Father, we have been searching for so long, and finally found the most suspicious person!"
Potato looked serious, "I suspect this is the zombie we are looking for, Wang Xing'e!"
Red Eyes, "Idiot, can you please learn to punctuate your sentences? His last name is not Wang!
Jiang You was talking about the zombie king, Xingye!
Not a zombie, Wang Xing!
And if you drink this damn dandruff soup again, I will turn against you!"
"Father, this parasite doesn't know how to appreciate. This is the fine pepper I stole from the kitchen before I left. I was just too lazy to bring the bottle, so I just sprinkled it in my hair.
Just shake it out and you can use it. See, how convenient!
But how did you know he was a zombie?!"
Potato, "I am the Son of Heaven, my wisdom is certainly not comparable to yours.
During the two days I was following him, he said "stupid humans" three times, "lowly humans" four times, and "haha, really interesting humans!" six times.
You say, if this isn't a zombie, then what is it?!
He must be the zombie king that Jiang You is looking for!"
Square Face: "Your Majesty, it's the Zombie King, not the Zombie Old King."
Potato hit Square Face on the head with a lump of potato, "Are you questioning me?!"
Square Face was silent.
Mao Jigong smiled sinisterly at the side, "It's very simple to find out if it's him. We can just go and try it and we'll know."
"What Mao Jigong said makes sense. Go ahead!"
Potato, "Go and test the other party's strength first!"
Red Eyes sneered, "Why do you need to test your strength? It's just a zombie."
Potato: "Oh, if you can do it, go ahead."
Red Eyes was silent.
His instinct told him that he couldn't confront the zombie king directly, not because of the power gap, but because this guy gave off an indescribable aura.
He thought about it for a long time but still couldn't figure out what it was.
Mao Jigong finished the cake in his hand in a few big bites and drank the mutton soup.
"Your Majesty, the old slave is gone!"
The shop owner saw those people discussing something, but strangely, although they were talking quite loudly, he could not hear clearly.
Some mental patients seem to have a special ability that can isolate them from other people's detection.
After discussing for a while, the shop owner saw the old man who looked like a dead tree spirit following him stealthily.
Another half an hour later, everyone had finished their cakes and soup.
But he was still squatting not far away.
The skinny old ghost came back holding a stick. It looked like his legs were broken by someone. His clothes were torn into strips, and his chest was covered with ribs. He looked like he was going to die at any time, and one of his legs was bent unnaturally.
Mao Jigong walked to Potato with a sinister look, knelt down with a plop, and burst into tears.
"Your Majesty, I am useless. My old bones are useless. I was beaten like this by a tiny zombie!"
"Your Majesty, my legs have been broken. I can no longer serve you. I am unwilling to leave!"