Rebirth before Apocalypse: My Whole Family are Bigshots!-Chapter 312: Immortal Country
"Yes."
Zhang Yiming nodded slightly, without saying much.
Only he knew how strong his jealousy was; he believed his future self wouldn’t hurt Xiao Niu, but he wasn’t confident in his future self’s self-control.
Zombie Emperor Zhang Yiming looked deeply in the direction of the Bai Family’s courtyard, a slight smile on his lips.
"You ate Ganmu?" Zombie Emperor Zhang Yiming looked Zhang Yiming up and down, a sly smile on his lips, "How does it feel?"
Zhang Yiming’s mouth twitched slightly.
"Disgusting, feels like vomiting."
That’s the truth.
Even now, he still felt the urge to vomit.
Zombie Emperor Zhang Yiming: ...
Zombie Emperor Zhang Yiming didn’t know why his past self was taking such a bizarre path.
But it was good that he ate Ganmu.
This way, he could become human and stand by Xiao Niu’s side!
"How do you feel now?"
Zombie Emperor Zhang Yiming took out a bag of blood from his pocket and placed it on the table.
Flesh and blood can best test a zombie’s primal devouring instinct, instantly exposing the zombie’s nature.
"Disgusting, feels like vomiting."
Zhang Yiming’s mouth moved slightly, recalling the fear of being controlled by Ganmu.
Not only was it tasteless, but he couldn’t swallow it!
Zombie Emperor Zhang Yiming took out a knife and directly pierced the blood bag.
The blood bag burst instantly, spraying red blood onto the faces of Zombie Emperor Zhang Yiming and Zhang Yiming.
Their identical faces were dotted with red.
Their pupils both enlarged, filled with endless madness and violence.
This was the nature of a zombie.
Bloodthirsty, berserk.
Zombie Emperor Zhang Yiming paused, his slender fingers gently wiping away the blood from his face, softly saying, "Looks like the effect hasn’t spread to me yet, it probably needs some time."
If Zhang Yiming lost an arm and didn’t regrow it, he would also lack an arm.
If Zhang Yiming became human, he would also become human.
Zhang Yiming has already eaten Ganmu; how come he still craves blood like before?
He likely hasn’t realized it yet.
Zhang Yiming looked incredulously at the dotted stains on his hand.
Just like before, his mind was ravaged by wild bloodthirsty desires.
But he clearly felt warmth, felt pain; how could he still be a zombie?
Zhang Yiming snatched the knife from Zombie Emperor Zhang Yiming’s hand, unhesitatingly stabbing the sharp blade into his own palm.
Intense pain surged from his hand.
His pale skin was pierced, blood splattering out.
What spattered out wasn’t the red blood of a human but the same as always, black.
The black blood was even darker than before, almost like black ink.
"The brain waves still exist."
Zombie Emperor Zhang Yiming’s voice was somewhat forlorn.
Brain waves and black blood were both characteristics of zombies.
"I can feel pain."
The knife in Zhang Yiming’s hand slipped to the ground, his sunny face filled with desolation.
The black blood dripped from his hand to the ground, seeping into the earth, wilting the surrounding weeds by three degrees.
"Immortal Country, surname A, Ganmu is the food."
Zombie Emperor Zhang Yiming picked up the knife Zhang Yiming had dropped, murmuring while mercilessly stabbing his own palm.
Black blood like ink spurted out instantly.
"Is the legend false?"
Zombie Emperor Zhang Yiming didn’t know who he was asking; the rising hope just now shattered instantly, unspeakable gloom on his face.
He thought the regret could end.
He thought he could become human.
He thought he could shed the filthy body.
He thought...
"Emperor Qin Shi Huang sent Xu Fu to sea to find the Immortal Country, searching for the Divine Tree Ganmu to craft the Immortality Medicine." Zhang Yiming’s fingers clenched tightly, talking to himself, "But according to records, Xu Fu left with five hundred boys and girls, why did he take boys and girls, what kind of people lived in the Immortal Country?"
Xu Fu obviously could have taken more strong guards, even to ensure survival on the ship, there was no need to take so many boys and girls.
Unknown overseas, why take such a big risk?
Unless he took so many children not for reproduction but for sacrifice, which could also be called appeasement.
Appease the people of the Immortal Country to obtain that country’s Ganmu.
The people of the Immortal Country used Ganmu as food.
So the legend says eating Ganmu can bring back the dead.
But if for them Ganmu was just a kind of food, eating Ganmu would make their bodies better without resurrection abilities? 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝒆𝒘𝙚𝓫𝙣𝙤𝒗𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢
Just like as a zombie, eating Ganmu made him more like a normal human?
Zhang Yiming now sensed pain and temperature, but flowing through his body was still black blood.
Zhang Yiming’s heart sank to the bottom.
More like a human, but not a human.
Flowing in his bones, after all, was black blood.
The bloodthirsty berserk emotions still spread in his mind, such a nature ultimately diverged from humanity.
Events from thousands of years ago couldn’t be verified.
If the apocalypse hadn’t broken out, no one would believe people could control elements like metal, wood, water, fire, and earth by absorbing crystal cores.
Myths around the world are mostly the same, there’s always a "god" with great powers.
Years later, wouldn’t strong Superpower Users also become gods in the eyes of future generations?
The four words "Immortal Country" sent chills all over Zhang Yiming.
Ganmu didn’t have the ability to make one immortal; it’s the "people" of the Immortal Country who are immortal.
Perhaps the people of that country, like zombies now, could still be lively as long as their brains weren’t destroyed.
This is another form of immortality.
History books didn’t record Xu Fu’s return, maybe because Xu Fu found Ganmu had no resurrection ability.
He didn’t not return; he couldn’t return.
Zhang Yiming thought of the chemical equation he calculated, it had strong restorative abilities.
But no healing ability.
It turned the singular black blood into red because blood was originally red.
It turned the zombie Zhang Yiming into a pain-sensing zombie because Zhang Yiming was originally a zombie.
Made him evolve somewhat.
Utterly disappointed.
Zombie Emperor Zhang Yiming and Zhang Yiming are essentially the same person.
What Zhang Yiming thought of, Zombie Emperor Zhang Yiming thought of too.
The two fell silent, just sitting quietly in the chair, a dull atmosphere enveloping the entire courtyard.
"Is there really no way to become human in this world?"
Zhang Yiming’s fingers covered his eyes, blocking out the glaring sun.
He could feel the glaring sun, could feel pain, yet he was still a zombie.
Was this the perfect zombie?
Zhang Yiming didn’t know, he knew he didn’t want to be a zombie, nor did he want to become the Zombie Emperor.
He just wanted to be a plain, ordinary human.
"There is, to create a cure." Zombie Emperor Zhang Yiming’s eyes carried a hint of hostility, "The cure is too hard to create. Ten years into the apocalypse and it still hasn’t been made, there are simply no antibodies to the zombie virus to make a cure!"
