Rebirth of MC

Hungryso hungryhe is really starving. This feeling of utter starvation is one he has never felt before, driving him to the point of fantasising about devouring everything in sight.

However, he is still too weak now. So he needs to become even strongerthere are things in the skulls of his kin. Things that are capable of increasing his strength

Low growls rumble from deep within his throat. Beneath the moonlight, greenish-violet lips split apart to reveal two rows of sinister and frightening-looking pointed teeth. In the dead of the night, a pair of strange-looking pupils flickers back and forth, glowing dully with evil intent.

In a blink of an eye, the zombie's posture changes, raising his head and slashing his menacingly pointed nails in a horizontal arc. The claws sink easily into the head of an undead shuffling past and grey brain matter splatters out the other side. Jerking his hand back, he rips the entire brain out the skull of his duller kin and devours it in one big mouthful. His rotting neck bulges around the lump of grey meat before it enters his stomach. Licking his hand, his stomach still grumbles for more brains, hence, he starts searching for another target.

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The off-road vehicle leading out in front slowly comes to a stop, causing the other two trucks following behind to halt as well.

Rifle on his back, Long Zhanye exits the car and walks towards the large truck carrying the villagers, lightly stating. "It's too risky to continue driving once the sky darkens. We'll spend the night in the plains over there."

"Spendspend the night in the wilderness! Thisisn't it too dangerous?!" The village chief sitting in the passenger seat of the truck instantly pales as soon as Long Zhanye finish speaking.

"It's the apocalypse. There are no safe and secure places anymore. However, compared to driving through the night, it is better to set up camp here in the wilderness. The chances of us running into danger is smaller as we don't know what we will meet on the roads at night." The way Long Zhanye addressed this middle-aged chief can still be counted as pretty respectful. If it is towards someone he is displeased with, he will simply turn around and walk away instead of wasting his breath explaining.

When they were in the village, esteemed grandmother Zhang used her mystical arrays to protect them, allowing them to retain their life. Now with the elderly gone, Hong Wangcais heart is full of unease and insecurity. But the presence of these few youngsters, he feels a bit safer. Now that he thinks about it, these four are able to get from Z City to Y Town without incident, which means their abilities must be very outstanding. Since they say staying here for the night is wiser than driving after the sun sets, then they must have their reasons.

After a few moments of consideration, the village chief nods his head in agreement. "Un, all right. Before we reach the safe zone, this village chief will listen to little boss' suggestions."

"Hehehvillage chief Uncle is too courteous. I'll go with my companions to scout the area and eliminate any wandering zombies first. Please wait until little Yuan has finished laying the protective barrier before you guys get off the truck." Hearing the village chief call him "little boss", Long Zhanye chuckles lightly.

"Okay."

Qin Jun drives the off-road vehicle onto the field of yellow soil next to the road, parking it there as a marker for the other two trucks. From all directions, the scattered zombies roving aimlessly on this stretch of land begin to stumble towards the group, drawn by the noise.

Firearms on their backs and swords in hand, Qin Jun and Long Zhanye gets off the car to deal with the zombies. A few villagers also climb down from the back of the large truck, carrying hoes, shovels and rakes in order to assist in the cleaning-up of the undead.

From within his space, Huo Zaiyuan retrieves a stack of necessary talismans. As they are currently camping out in a wide-open field, he has to set down several layers of barriers in order to ensure maximum security. In addition, the scope he needs to cover is a lot bigger, hence the need for a lot more talismans. In this one setting, he uses up one-fifth of his total stock, which causes his brow to wrinkle.

No wonder grandmother Zhang left him so many yellow papers and cinnabar. If he keeps using his peach wood talismans, at this rate, he wouldn't have any left when they finally reach the safe zone.