The person holding the potion bottle turned out to be the Zombie King Zhang Tong. A person walked out of the darkness beside him: "Is this what you have been looking for?"
Zhang Tong looked at the visitor with a smile: "My dear brother, you are here."
That person was Zhang Cheng who was taken away at the dock.
Zhang Tong looked at the potion in his hand: "This is a good thing, but it's a pity that those people don't know how to use it."
He looked at the disappearing convoy, wondering what he was thinking.
Zhang Cheng stood in the dark and waited for a long time before he heard Zhang Tong's voice: "Let's go back."
After saying that, a strong wind blew by, and Zhang Tong had disappeared. Zhang Cheng turned around and glanced at the ruins behind him, then turned and walked towards the dark place where the car he had driven drove slowly back to the dock.
Zhang Tong had already returned to the dock. He didn't care whether Zhang Cheng came back or not. He rushed into his temporary laboratory and placed the medicines in his hands on the table. On the experimental console not far away, there were ten items.
Several bottles of identical green potion.
There is a low-level zombie locked on the bed in the observation room.
On the operating table in front of Zhang Tong, there was a bottle of YN-17 medicine that had just been opened, and a bottle of yellow powder. He mixed the medicine and the powder, and the powder melted into the medicine, and a small bottle of blue medicine appeared.
He held the syringe for inhaling the blue medicine and slowly walked towards the low-level zombies in the observation room.
The low-level zombie that had been injected with the drug struggled twice on the bed, and exploded into pieces in the next second. Zhang Tong was unable to dodge and was hit by several pieces of rotten flesh.
"Tsk, it actually failed."
Zhang Tong casually threw down the syringe in his hand, turned around and walked out.
The blue potion on the table was about to be poured out, and a rotten smell filled the air.
Zhang Tong left the laboratory and returned to his bedroom. Although he had turned into a zombie, he still didn't like the strange smell on his body.
Shortly after he left, the fragments slowly turned into a puddle of powder.
When Zhang Cheng came back, Zhang Tong had already changed into his bathrobe and was sitting on the sofa, tasting the bright red liquid in his hand.
"You just came back? Are you still reluctant to leave there?"
Zhang Tong's tone seemed casual, but Zhang Cheng knew that if his answer was not what Zhang Tong wanted, punishment would be waiting for him.
"No, it's too dark for the car to drive."
Zhang Tong put down the cup in his hand, stood up, and walked to his bedroom without saying a word, leaving Zhang Cheng standing alone.
Zhang Cheng looked up at the back, opened his mouth, and wanted to say something, but nothing came out.
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At dawn, Zhang Cheng woke up. Breakfast was already laid out on the bedside. These were all prepared by Zhang Tong. Zombies don’t need to eat, but Zhang Cheng is a human being. Ever since Zhang Cheng was brought back, Zhang Tong has been eating and drinking well.
I provided it because I was afraid that Zhang Cheng would feel uncomfortable here.
After dinner, Zhang Cheng wanted to go find Zhang Tong, but found that his door was locked and could not be opened.
Even if he burned it with his own supernatural fire, it would be of no use.
Zhang Cheng walked to the window again. There were high-level mutant zombies below. As long as he jumped from here, he would be caught.
All this was done by Zhang Tong. Even if his brother he finally found died, he would die here with me.
Zhang Tong was still in the laboratory at this time, and there was a new low-level zombie locked in the observation room. Zhang Tong thought that a zombie came in to clean up yesterday's fragments, so he didn't ask any questions.
"Today's dose is half, so it won't break if it hits me."
The needle sank into the skin of the low-level zombie. Zhang Tong held the syringe this time and stood farther away.
The low-level zombie kept twisting its body, and its rotten face was gradually returning to its original appearance.
The zombie returned to human form, and the syringe in Zhang Tong's hand fell to the ground: "Is this considered a success?"
However, this situation did not last for three minutes, and the zombie exploded into pieces again. Zhang Tong looked at the two pieces of meat at his feet, his face gloomy, wondering what went wrong.
Zhang Tong walked out of the observation room and returned to the experimental console. The green potion merged with the powder again. This time Zhang Tong added a red potion.
The zombies in the observation room were broken into powder. Zhang Tong was in front of the operating table and didn't pay attention.
"Find another low-level zombie to come in."
The sixth-level zombies at the entrance of the laboratory heard Zhang Tong's voice and immediately went to the outside of the pier, where there were the most low-level zombies.
Within a quarter of an hour, a low-level zombie was locked on the bed in the observation room. The original fragments of the low-level zombie were still turned into powder and scattered when the wind blew.
This time Zhang Tong finished injecting the purple medicine very quickly and exited the observation room.
The low-level zombie struggled, twisted, and let out a shrill roar. After a few minutes, the roar gradually weakened, and the zombie returned to its human form.
Zhang Tong stood outside the observation room, staring at the zombie that had returned to human form. After a few more minutes, the zombie showed no tendency to explode. Zhang Tong was worried and waited for another ten minutes.
The zombie was still lying on the bed well. Zhang Tong walked in this time. The zombie had completely returned to its human form. Zhang Tong put his hand on the zombie's head.
This low-level zombie actually has a crystal core the size of a soybean in its head, which is brilliantly colored. The red, orange, yellow, and green colors converge on the center point, turning it colorless.
"What is this crystal core?"
Zhang Tong's hands turned into claws and he took out the crystal core from the zombie's head, and the zombie immediately turned into powder.
"So it turns out that it relies on this crystal core to maintain human form?"
Zhang Tong looked at the crystal core in his hand, thoughtfully.
Zhang Cheng is lying on the bed. He is now under house arrest by his brother. If he had said everything he needed to say yesterday, he would not be like this today.