"Holy crap." Lin Wuxiao frowned abruptly, at a loss.
To be honest,
he had never imagined what it would be like for his good friend to turn into a zombie.
"No, don't give up!"
"Maybe you'll evolve into a zombie commander, like in one of those zombie battle novels or something..."
"Liu Li, become the Corpse King and help me conquer the world!" Lin Wuxiao continued trying to encourage Liu Li.
But Liu Li had already given up on living.
He looked at Lin Wuxiao and spoke openly:
"Don't joke around, Brother Lin."
"Honestly, I'm already happy just to have a friend like you."
"My grandfather and father went to fight in the war in Indochina. They never came back, but my mom often tells me about them."
"That's when I realized that a person's contribution isn't measured by what he does for society..."
Before he could finish his classic long-winded speech, Lin Wuxiao cut him off:
"Stop talking."
"Didn't you notice? Every time you say something, those black lines from the Zombie Virus spread a little farther."
"What do we do?"
"You go outside on your own, or... or..."
As Lin Wuxiao spoke, he began to lose sight of what he should do.
He could kill someone. That was fine.
But when it came to killing his own brother, he really couldn't bring himself to do it.
"Don't joke around, Brother Lin."
"Give me a quick death before I turn into a zombie." Liu Li's gaze was resolute.
Seeing this, Lin Wuxiao didn't know what to say.
He met Liu Li's eyes and said, "That's the spirit."
"Then I'll... send you on your way..."
Lin Wuxiao raised the fire axe. Liu Li promptly knelt, pressed his head firmly to the ground, and waited in silence.
Just then,
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