Malin suddenly had a realization: "There must also be so zombies who believe that the era of humans is over, and now it’s the era of zombies, right?"
"That’s correct, although you rarely hear such sentints lately." Mr. ng responded matter-of-factly.
"What do you an?" Malin raised his eyebrows slightly.
"Because all the zombies with that kind of mindset have already been wiped out. When reasons fail, bullets work quite effectively." Mr. ng replied with a blank expression.
"Exactly, I feel the sa about this matter." Malin nodded, completely emotionless, giving a thumbs up to the Thanan’s solution.
Exploring the City of the Living Dead was an extraordinarily novel experience for Malin. Driven by curiosity, he visited a restaurant there and discovered that the nu consisted entirely of various bugs, which made him, for the first ti, question his soul. Am I truly from a nation of hardcore foodies? Although, these things really don’t seem edible.
Mr. ng bought a skewer of roasted spiders, the signature dish of zombie restaurants, and ate them enthusiastically right in front of Malin, while even expressing his understanding of Malin’s weak stomach.
However, ten minutes later, Malin had to force Mr. ng to vomit again. The spiders were toxic and undercooked. The zombies were unaffected, but Mr. ng began rambling incoherently and rolling his eyes.
It took Malin quite a bit of effort to drag Mr. ng back from the shores of the River of Forgetfulness.
He asked the sailors of the boat crew to take Mr. ng back to rest. Despite criticizing Mr. ng for being a neglectful husband, ng Quyi followed out of concern, which made Malin reluctantly go open the door and summon Matilda.
This fluffy-tailed fox arrived with her fur puffed up. Thanks to Malin’s repeated explanations and the zombies’ lack of aggression, the girl gradually ca to terms with the scene before her.
"The City of Zombies! Oh my goodness, where are we exactly?" Matilda exclaid, her curiosity resembling that of a child. As she listened to Malin’s explanations and prepared to explore the city, the city’s emissary of the leader approached Malin.
"The leader wants to see ?" Malin was quite intrigued.
Matilda, on the other hand, was eager to see the leader. She wanted to witness what kind of being could make zombies resemble humans.
Then let’s go et them.
Malin speculated that the leader might be a different kind, a spirit, or even soone who had survived since the Great Destruction Era and transford themselves into a fully chanical being.
But in reality, the leader turned out to be a thin, diminutive zombie, standing up straight like a human instead of hunching over like its kin.
It even spoke fluent Western Human World Common Tongue.
Speaking with Matilda, it managed to tie her tongue in knots.
Malin felt that this big-tailed fox girl was genuinely startled—she had never seen a zombie that resembled a human so closely, especially one wearing a simple linen short-sleeved robe.
Was it the uncanny valley effect?
Maybe. After all, zombies wreaked havoc on the Western Human World in the past, and now humans had driven zombies into the Dark Zone. It seed like a sort of karmic cycle.
Knowing that Malin and Matilda hailed from the Western Human World, this leader invited Malin to discuss the situation in the West. His tribe had a prophecy passed down—back in the Eastern Kingdom, their relationship with humans had been extrely strained, and it was a sage’s recomndation that led them here to heal and recover.
Although the journey cost them dearly, over the years, their tribe had achieved revival. They even developed the concept of family, unlike other zombie tribes where all females collectively gave birth, akin to an ant colony.
The leader’s introspection left Malin astonished—being able to articulate such thoughts almost made him seem like a normal human.
Matilda was stunned the whole ti, leaning against Malin and relentlessly pinching his leg.
Not strong enough, girl.
Malin ntally teased while chatting with the leader about every topic under the sun. He even learned that the leader had traveled southward from the Eastern Dark Zone of the Eastern Human World to reach this place.
"Speaking of which, there was a sage who helped us. So I want to ask if he’s still around." When ntioning the sage, the leader’s face was filled with reverence.
"What’s his na?" Malin asked, a little curious. A sage from a hundred years ago? Who could it be?
"He called himself Raphael... Sage Raphael. Have you heard of him?" The leader inquired with a face full of hope and concern.
The hope clearly sought useful news from Malin, while the worry stemd from fear of hearing sothing unfavorable.
Faced with the leader’s mix of expectancy and unease, Malin could only shake his head: "Sorry, I really haven’t heard of him."
He truly hadn’t encountered the na and wasn’t sure whether it was real or fabricated. Lying wasn’t an option.
"I see... makes sense. For humans, it’s been nearly a hundred years. Perhaps the sage has already passed away." The leader sighed with regret.
Nonetheless, the leader was deeply grateful for Malin’s visit. During his ti living here, he had united many tribes who had all fled to the Dark Zone due to conflicts with humans. After dealing with the Chaos of the Dark Zone, they unanimously deed humans to be surprisingly rciful in comparison.
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