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February 9, Blizzard.

Tonight was New Year's Eve. The Zombie Planet's Will had decided to follow local customs and spread the zombie virus as New Year's red envelopes, but I stopped it.

I had completely taken control of this city. No zombies were allowed to leave without permission, so the human settlement nearest to the city should be able to enjoy a good New Year.

I had controlled the Strength Zombie King for half a month. From him, I learned that the Eight Zombie Kings would hold a Zombie King Tournament in a month to determine who was the true Zombie King.

I still knew nothing about the abilities of the other seven Zombie Kings. That fellow, the Zombie Planet's Will, refused to tell me either. I couldn't figure out what it was trying to do.

The little girl had been pulled back from the brink of death, and she was incredibly lucky. She had only just recovered from her serious illness and couldn't travel, while I needed to head to the next city and control a second Zombie King. I couldn't take her with me.

The more Zombie Kings I controlled, the greater my chances of winning the Zombie King Tournament.

Time was limited. The next city was seven hundred li away, and after the zombie crisis erupted, the roads were in terrible condition. Even if I drove for a week, I wouldn't reach the next city.

Fortunately, I thought of a good solution: the Strength Zombie King possessed boundless power and could throw me to the next city.

Throwing me directly was definitely impossible. I would be completely exposed to the air, and moving at high speed would tear my body apart.

I could climb into an emergency escape pod. The Strength Zombie King could throw it over,