Zombie King

[This book has been published in Qidian Magazine, it is an absolute masterpiece] All zombie fans, please collect it yourself!

Although the sound that Zhang Jinguang heard was a pleasant sound that had been filtered, he was still a little uncomfortable and excited to accommodate such a large-scale sound into his auditory world for a while, and an inexplicable dizziness came over him.

This increasingly intense feeling of dizziness forced him to sit down cross-legged, close his eyes tightly, and use the "Detailed Explanation of the Heart Sutra of Yixiu" exercises to regulate the overwhelming qi and blood and the disordered central auditory senses. Nerves... Thus, relying on the filter of the small crystals on his forehead, he completely entered a brand new world of sound.

This strange sound world seems to have a special imaginative space, but it is also a kind of ethereal sound, an indescribable five-flavored bottle, complicated and complicated.

The small crystals on his forehead do have magical powers. Through its special treatment, these sad and piercing sounds are arranged into other kinds of beautiful sounds, which stay in his central auditory nervous system and sound world.

You know, whether it was the sound made by the smoke itself just now, or the sound of inhaling other creatures, it was a crashing sound.Moreover, the smoke clearly uses sound as a hunting method, attacking the target until the sound of the prey is exhausted.

Therefore, after all the sounds in the smoke are absorbed by the small crystals, they are stored in Zhang Jinguang's brain, deep in his soul, and in the central auditory nervous system. In the future, will this sound be like the smoke, Become a kind of unrivaled killing weapon?

However, at this moment, the cloud of smoke was indeed subdued by the small crystal.In an instant, all its energy dissipated like a deflated rubber ball and was completely absorbed by the small crystals.This is really an unbelievable phenomenon. It is frightening to think about it. You must know that this cloud of smoke is not an ordinary cloud of smoke. Its absorption, including those life-threatening sounds, is just incredible.

If it wasn't in the jungle of the alien continent, no one would believe that such a strange thing would happen; if it wasn't in the jungle of the alien continent, how could a small piece of crystal be able to absorb this magical and turbulent smoke?

However, this unimaginable thing did happen in the jungle of the foreign continent.

After Zhang Jinguang slowly woke up and his mood stabilized, he let out a long breath and slowly opened his eyes, only to see that the eyes were still white, and the winter sun was shining brightly on the snow.

Zhang Jinguang suddenly looked at the Wangge tribe again, and saw many black shadows on the snow around the tribe. Then he suddenly thought of the goblins, jumped up immediately, and hurried to Wang Brother tribe ran.

When he stumbled back to the Wangge tribe, he was shocked by the scene in front of him, seeing goblin corpses all over the place.This is not the first time that Zhang Jinguang has seen the corpse of a goblin. He even killed a goblin with his own hands.However, at this moment, the goblin corpses he saw were not only surprisingly large in number, but also the tragic death of each of them was truly appalling.

On the snow of the Wangge tribe, it can be described as a river of blood.At this time, they were all immersed in the thick snow, which was particularly dazzling in the sun.An atmosphere of shock and pain lingers over the entire tribe, mournful and sad.

Zhang Jinguang looked at the goblins who used to live with him, all of them were bleeding from all seven orifices, and their eyes were open angrily, they had already died in Huangquan, the scene was very tragic and desolate!At this moment, Zhang Jinguang couldn't help his throat jumping up and down quickly, and tears involuntarily overflowed his eyes, rolled out, and flowed down his thin cheeks.

This kind of sad emotion is the first time that Zhang Jinguang has experienced after traveling to the jungle of another world. As a zombie, it is also the first time that he shed tears and sadness!Zhang Jinguang couldn't figure it out, how could he cry?But it is a sad feeling of losing a loved one.

Lost a loved one?Could it be that the goblins are his relatives?

Well, at least Zhang Jinguang thought so, thinking to himself: "Heaven, I was already lonely when I traveled to this foreign continent, and I managed to live with the same clan as the goblins, but I killed them all in a short time, how can I be so embarrassing? God is really unfair to me!"

Indeed, when he traveled to the jungle of this alien continent, the first creature he came into contact with was the goblin.Later, during the half a year of living in the jungle, most of the time lived with the goblins in the Wango tribe.

Although the goblins of the Wangge tribe had a tendency to use him, he felt respect, mutual love, and some emotional experiences from his previous life from these goblins.Even, sometimes, it can be said that most of the time, Zhang Jinguang regards himself as a member of the Wangge tribe, and regards the goblins as his own ethnic group.

In this way, his own group died so miserably, how could it not be desolate?Why not feel grateful?Why don't you cry bitterly?

With tears in his eyes, he slowly bent down, approached the goblins, and helped them close their unrepentant eyes one by one.

"Huang...Da, I have avenged you, go in peace!"

"Lionhead Goblin, you...rest in peace too!"

"..."

Zhang Jinguang seemed to bid farewell to the dead relatives one by one, with sincere and sad feelings, and his face was ashen and dignified.He straddled every dead body with difficulty, carefully stepped on the blood-stained snow, and tirelessly helped the dead goblins close their wide-open eyes.

In the end, among the dead bodies, Zhang Jinguang also found the body of the Goblin King.Not because he is a king, his death will look better, it is still miserable, and even his distinctive nose that looks like a red pepper has become ashen.When Zhang Jinguang saw the Goblin King, his nose was sour, and tears flowed from his sunken eye sockets, so in his heart, he immediately realized that the goblins in the entire Wangge tribe In bad luck, no one will be spared.

He looked painfully at this group of goblins who had brought him countless emotional experiences. He really wanted to save them, really wanted to see their proud expressions and dependence on him again, and really wanted to be with them. Let's hunt together and have fun together!

However, these fresh lives were all hunted and killed by this unnecessary cloud of smoke in less than half an hour.Only in the jungle of this alien continent can such unimaginable things and unexplainable tragedies happen.

However, the blood in the Wangge tribe caused the fairy-tale world piled up with thick snow to suddenly become a world of hell and devils, a world of mourning, and a world of misery.The winter sun that had just reappeared was also dimmed.

This kind of gap and profoundness left a deep and indelible memory in Zhang Jinguang's original memory of a simple zombie.This kind of engraving made his mind grow and plump rapidly.

With tears in his eyes, regret in his heart, and the guilt of not fulfilling his duty to protect the god, he bid farewell to these relatives one by one...

He passed these familiar faces, full of their memories, the memories of the zombie's life.Although Zhang Jinguang's identity is a bit complicated, and he has some sporadic memories of his previous life in his head, but as a jungle zombie in this life, many of his memories are related to this group of goblins, and they all come from the jungle of this alien continent.

Like a child, he descended on a foreign land, regained his growth, and regained his experience.The goblins, invisibly, became his companions, his clan, and the soil for his growth.If it weren't for the goblins, where would he have similar emotions to humans?Where is the similar behavior of human beings?

Indeed, after Zhang Jinguang traveled from the 21st century to the jungle of this alien continent, he became a zombie, everything changed, he became incompatible with his previous life, and became very similar to a jungle monster.And in the jungle life for more than half a year, although he encountered a thousand-year-old Daoist by chance, once he lived alone in this jungle, he might end up being no different from those beasts and monsters in the depths of the jungle who only knew how to hunt and kill food.

Therefore, the importance of zombies living with goblins is highlighted.After all, goblins have human shadows.

And the current Zombie Zhang Jinguang is no longer the zombie he crossed over half a year ago, and even some of his appearance features have changed.And this kind of change is almost astonishing, just like every adventure he encounters, it is staggering and incomprehensible.Obviously, he is transforming into a young man in his prime.

But this kind of image is concealed by his knight suit and cat demon fur coat, especially the black hair that grows wildly and is full of dirt, which further conceals his "mutated" image as a zombie.

Zhang Jinguang lingered in the snow, just like his sad mood lingered in this tribe.When he approached a goblin corpse, this sadness was suddenly replaced by a feeling of surprise: "Isn't this a wizard? What's wrong? All the goblins, only his eyes are closed, but he doesn't need to For him I closed my eyes that could not rest in peace."

Just as he was thinking about it, the wizard's characteristic patterned face seemed to twitch.Zhang Jinguang thought he was dazzled, so he hurriedly moved closer to take a closer look.Through the black, white, and red colors of his face, he didn't see the result he hoped to see from his painted face.

I don't know whether Zhang Jinguang's expression is a little dazed, or the reason why he has a closer relationship with the goblin wizard, he still couldn't help stretching out his slender and thin hands like he did to other goblins just now, and made a gesture. The act of stroking his eyelids seemed to close his eyes again, allowing him to return to heaven peacefully.

However, just as Zhang Jinguang's hand passed by the goblin wizard's mouth and nose, he suddenly felt a warm breath surging.Subconsciously, Zhang Jinguang changed his hand from going to the goblin wizard's eyelids to the wizard's mouth and nose.

"There is indeed a breath!" Zhang Jinguang showed an excited expression on his face, as if his heart jumped out following the faint breath of the goblin wizard, "Quick! I have to save him!"

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