Evolution among the zombies

"Can..."

"No buts, don't worry. Don't forget, our leader is Evolver."

Wan Wu could only nod. "Alright, thank you for your trouble. I'll take my leave now."

Go ahead, go ahead.

Han Po waved his hand, then immediately ran into the villa.

"Zombie Tide?"

Wang Bujian has already stepped down from the throne and is lying on the sofa in the room.

After all, although the throne looks majestic, gorgeous, cool and domineering, it is hard and uncomfortable to sit on for a long time.

Han Po didn't even glance at Wang Bujian, completely unconcerned about his unkempt appearance. At least, he didn't show it on his face. As for what he was thinking, that was none of his concern.

Wang Bujian instantly used his mental power to mobilize the zombies he had contracted with in the surrounding area.

Sure enough, the group of zombies that were wandering over was spotted through the eyes of a zombie searching for something on the edge.

"That's a good thing!"

Wang Bujian sat up instantly. He already had very few zombies at his disposal; he had basically used up all the zombies in the Small Town through contracts. However, his demands were too high.

Aside from the crippled and those with facial injuries, there weren't many zombies left.

Right now, the base is just starting construction, and everywhere needs zombies—these high-class animals that don't need to eat, drink, or even rest.

Han Po's lips twitched. Only the leader would think that the gathering of several thousand Zombie Tide was a good thing.

Any other survivor would have run away long ago.

Without heavy weapons like machine guns or mortars, who would dare face Zombie Tide?

There are very few bases capable of producing these weapons now, and the only large base was recently breached.

It's as if humanity's last hope has fallen, which is why some of the smaller bases in the surrounding area don't plan to relocate but choose to stay and wait to die.

They had given up hope.

If even such a powerful base can fall, where on this land can humanity still survive?

Han Po looked at Wang Bujian, wondering if the leader would become humanity's last salvation.

Wang Bujian has already begun to manipulate his mental energy.

Dozens of the closest zombies were rushing towards the Zombie Tide.

They were all carrying weapons and tools.

They began setting up barbed wire, trenches, and various traps.

Meanwhile, zombies from the surrounding area were also rushing towards this location.

The gathering of thousands of zombies was followed by the passing of several survivor convoys.

A large portion of those convoys consisted of civilians who had escaped from the large base; the vehicles carried only food and supplies, and no weapons.

They were initially in despair, shouting, "Turn around! Run!"

To everyone's disbelief, the zombies didn't even glance at them before passing right by the convoy.

In an instant, the convoy fell silent.

"We're not seeing things, are we?"

"Were a dozen or so zombies just running past?"

"Didn't they notice us?"

"Impossible. At this close range, do you think those zombies are blind? Even if they were blind, they should still be able to smell us."

"Then why didn't they attack us?"

"Isn't it better if they don't attack us? At least we survived."

"No, there's another possibility: that some Original Zombie are summoning them, and Original Zombie orders take precedence over ours. Or, there's yet another possibility: that evolution has occurred among the zombies..."