CHAPTER 1872: CHAPTER 1865: THE ZOMBIE KING’S REASON

On the silent streets, only Tang Ye’s footsteps echoed. As he passed a streetlight, he looked at the dim yellow light emanating from above, slowly stopped, leaned against it, and lit a cigarette.

Sigh~

The white smoke he exhaled was particularly visible in the night, thick but eventually dissipating. In the darkness, another figure slowly emerged.

"... Boss."

The newcomer was Zhao Boning, who approached Tang Ye somewhat awkwardly, looking quite reserved.

"Right on time," Tang Ye said with satisfaction.

"Well... it sure is..."

"Do you know there’s an adoption center here?"

"... I know." Zhao Boning was initially stunned, then looked deep into the adjacent street. Not only did he know there was an adoption center, but he also knew there was a high-ranking similar kind inside who was on par with him!

He hadn’t interacted with Xiang Shan, but he felt a bit sympathetic for Xiang Shan being noticed by Tang Ye so quickly.

However, at the same time, Zhao Boning felt much better. It wasn’t just him who got caught by the Royal Court; having someone in the same situation working with him made things less awkward.

Haha sigh~

"What should I do?" Zhao Boning asked.

"Keep a close watch on the people inside, especially that similar kind. If you see him doing something utterly depraved, notify others."

"Is that all?"

"Want more?"

"No... nothing else."

"That’s it, this task isn’t difficult, right?"

"Not difficult, not difficult! I’ll definitely complete the task!"

"Alright, I’ll leave this to you, do your best." Tang Ye said as he patted his shoulder, and Zhao Boning’s expression immediately turned serious. He then saluted Tang Ye with an awkward military gesture!

...

Tang Ye found this amusing and said, "No need to do that in front of me, there’s no such rule."

"Huh?" Upon hearing this, Zhao Boning’s expression became sheepish, and he stammered, "This... Huang Quanjiu told me that I should do this in your presence..."

Upon hearing this, Tang Ye’s face turned dark; Zhao Boning was clearly fooled by Huang Quanjiu and the others!

But he was too lazy to explain further.

"There’s nothing like that, just do your job."

"Alright... okay."

Shaking his head, Tang Ye then discarded the nearly burnt-out cigarette and left the area.

The matter with Xiang Shan was thus settled. Of course, it wasn’t that Tang Ye trusted Xu Mengyun and her team to keep his secret; he simply didn’t care. After the Four Great Zombie Kings invaded the Chinese Continent, a war would eventually break out, and his identity would inevitably be exposed.

After all, it’s something bound to happen.

How could he still hide his identity when facing the Four Great Zombie Kings? Pretending to be human while fighting would only be a hassle for himself!

Rather, embrace everything with the identity of the Zombie King!

In any case, whether Xu Mengyun and her team keep this secret or not, it won’t affect Tang Ye much. If they do, it might shock Su Sigui for a moment. If they don’t, Tang Ye is curious about Su Sigui’s attitude towards his Zombie King identity?

I wonder if she’ll accept it... hopefully...

She’s not someone who doesn’t know how to adapt either.

...

In a certain old-era city in the north, the dim silver overtook the deserted and desolate streets like seawater.

A massive zombie horde moved slowly and relentlessly, advancing toward the distant lush Green Mountain.

Every moment, large numbers of zombies were assimilated into silver-armored undead, sometimes leaping or trampling over countless similar kinds as they sped through, their violent movements and occasional roars accelerating one’s heart rate and sending shivers down the spine!

In front of this boundless silver tide, other colors in the old-era city seemed to be losing their vibrancy!

Amidst the horde, a man expressionlessly wandered through the terrifyingly large wave of zombies, occasionally entering a building. Shortly after, some zombies would fall from various floors and be assimilated into the same silver-armored undead!

This man was one of the Level 8 zombies from the Royal Court, Ha Zhen!

After clearing the remaining zombies inside a building, Ha Zhen returned to the flow of the horde, unaware that atop a nearby building, a masked man was pointing at him.

"That person, I don’t know." The masked man shook his head, seemingly talking to himself, while beside him stood a foreign youth with golden hair and blue eyes, exceptionally handsome, with an aristocratic aura from the Middle Ages.

"Hey buddy, why do you assume his followers would be so few? It’s normal you don’t know them." The foreign youth’s tone carried some sarcasm, but the masked man pretended not to hear, instead asking, "Do you just tolerate them?"

The foreign youth seemed a bit helpless, shook his head after listening, "What else can we do? This is their turf, after all. It’s quite annoying, everywhere has these guys."

"Sigh~" The foreign youth sighed and continued, "Alright, Chaoyang Brothers, I think we should leave here." After speaking, he was about to jump off the building, but he sensed the other’s aura turning cold!

"Why call me that?" The masked man asked coldly.

"Aren’t you my friend?"

"You know I dislike that name, yet you use it anyway; that’s no way to treat a friend."

"Alright, alright, my mistake. Will ’Hatred’ work? Oh dear, that name sounds awful!" Ryle spread his hands, his tone mocking, unbothered by Chen Chaoyang’s hostility.

After speaking, Ryle climbed onto the concrete low wall and told him, "Let’s go, deal with your matter first."

Ryle was ready to jump down, expecting the other to follow, but as soon as he crouched down, he noticed the other hadn’t moved and looked at Chen Chaoyang in confusion.

"What are you up to?"

The other had turned around by then but didn’t answer Ryle’s question, instead ridiculing, "Didn’t expect you to be so indecisive, haha..."

"Hmm?" Ryle tilted his head, paused his movement, then skewed his head in an odd posture to look at the other.

At first, he was confused, but quickly realized what the other meant. Ryle laughed dismissively, responding, "Oh~ I understand what you mean now, but that’s not indecisiveness, it’s called rationality, understand, my friend!"