Zombie Life Begins in Hongxi Village

He crossed.

Moreover, I was transported to the world of "My Date with a Zombie," to the very place where the story began—Red Creek Village.

No wonder the water in the pool was red. He had thought it was some kind of mineral or algae, but now he realized it was blood.

It's a sign that the Zombie King Jiang Chen is about to be born!

Kuang Guohua and Yamamoto Kazuo were already facing off.

Kuang Guohua was speaking in Cantonese, but Lin Yi, a Sichuan native, couldn't understand a word.

He could only judge from the tone of his voice that Kuang Guohua was questioning Yamamoto Kazuo, his voice filled with barely suppressed anger and indignation.

Kazuo Yamamoto is really outrageous; why is he speaking Cantonese instead of Japanese?!

Of course, Lin Yi couldn't understand any of it; she just felt something was off.

Then, Kazuo Yamamoto suddenly went berserk.

He suddenly drew his katana and stabbed the child in his arms again, then threw Kuang Fusheng's body on the ground like trash.

Lin Yi could see it clearly from the water; when the knife went in, he could even hear the sound of the blade entering flesh.

His stomach churned again. Seeing a five or six-year-old child treated like that with his own eyes was a completely different experience from watching it on a screen.

Kuang Guohua has gone mad.

He let out a heart-wrenching roar, grabbed his large cleaver, and charged forward, engaging Yamamoto Kazuo in a fierce battle.

Both men were former soldiers, and every knife they wielded was aimed at killing.

But Kuang Guohua was blinded by rage and didn't care about getting hurt. Every strike he made was a suicide attack.

Kazuo Yamamoto seemed frightened by his reckless attitude and retreated step by step until he reached the edge of the waterfall.

A knife.

Yamamoto Kazuo was slashed in the chest by Kuang Guohua, lost his balance, and fell down the waterfall with a scream.

But just as Yamamoto Kazuo fell, the samurai sword in his hand pierced Kuang Guohua's stomach, the blade emerging from his back.

Kuang Guohua staggered two steps, gritted his teeth and pulled the knife out of his stomach, then his body went limp and he collapsed to the ground.

Lin Yi hid in the water, watching all of this, her mind racing.

He knew what would happen next—the Zombie King Jiang Chen would turn Kuang Guohua and Kuang Fusheng into second-generation zombies, who would then live for over sixty years, never aging or dying, experiencing countless pains and separations.

He also knew that he now had two choices.

One option is to continue hiding in the water, wait for Jiang Chen to leave, and then try to survive in this chaotic era of war.

But to be honest, he wasn't very confident in his ability to survive.

He's a 21st-century office worker, completely incapable of lifting a finger, never even killed a chicken. How many days could he survive in this chaotic world? Would he be killed by the Japanese? Chopped up by bandits? Or starve to death?

Secondly, it's about getting a ride.

He hesitated for a fraction of a second.

Then a decision was made.

Screw it, let's get the identity of a second-generation zombie first.

In the original story, Kuang Tianyou was able to develop red eyes after absorbing the blood of the Demon Star, which shows that there is room for the evolution of the zombie bloodline.

Even if one cannot be as strong as Kuang Tianyou, at least an immortal body is a life-saving asset in this chaotic world.

The moment he made his decision, a deep roar came from below the waterfall.

A strange figure, covered in tattered rags and looking as if he had crawled out of an ancient tomb, shot up from under the waterfall, creating a spray of water.

His movements were so fast they were almost invisible; he appeared beside Kuang Fusheng's corpse in a blur.

Zombie King Jiang Chen.

Although Lin Yi was mentally prepared, she still couldn't help but feel a chill run down her spine when she actually saw Jiang Chen.

The Jiang Chen in front of me is completely different from the handsome Hua Ge in the TV series.

Jiang Chen was wrapped in dirty, tattered rags, and the skin exposed outside the rags was an abnormal grayish-white. His two fangs were three inches long and still stained with undried blood.

His eyes were empty and vacant, like a soulless shell.

He grabbed Kuang Fusheng's corpse and bit into it.

Lin Yi had already climbed ashore by this time.

He scrambled out of the pool, soaking wet, his shorts clinging to his legs. His bare feet grimaced in pain as he walked on the ground covered in pebbles and dead branches, but he couldn't care less at that moment.

After biting Kuang Fusheng, Jiang Chen turned to Kuang Guohua, who was lying on the ground, and bent down to bite him again.

After taking the bite, he tilted his head back and let out a long howl towards the sky.

The sound pierced through the entire forest, startling countless birds into flight, and then he prepared to leave.

Lin Yi felt like his eardrums were about to burst, but he gritted his teeth and ran barefoot toward Jiang Chen.

"Wait! Don't go yet!"

Jiang Chen was about to leave when he heard the sound and slowly turned his head.

His cloudy eyes fell on the thin and bony Lin Yi, and a rare hint of disgust flashed across them.

Lin Yi didn't care about anything else. He ran up to Jiang Chen, tilted his head back, and said, "I want you to bite me too!"

He didn't know if Jiang Chen could understand him, but a being of the Zombie King's caliber should be able to sense his meaning, right?

Sure enough, Jiang Chen tilted his head, as if trying to understand his intention.

Then, perhaps sensing the intense desire and urge to bite within Lin Yi, he finally moved.

A blur flashed by.

Lin Yi felt a sharp pain in her neck, as if two red-hot iron rods had been stabbed into it.

Then a cold force surged into his body through the wound, as if someone had poured a whole tank of liquid nitrogen into his veins.

But a satisfied smile appeared on his face.

Stable.

The next second, his consciousness went dark.

When he woke up again, his first feeling was a headache.

It wasn't the kind of pain you get from a hangover; it felt like someone was drilling a hole in his brain, making a buzzing sound, and the pain made him want to vomit.

My second thought was that he was tied up.

Lin Yi barely opened her eyes and found herself lying in a dimly lit woodshed.

The room was filled with chopped firewood, which smelled of pine.

A few rays of moonlight shone through the gaps in the wooden wall; judging by the angle of the light, it must be nighttime.

He looked down at himself—he had been dressed in a worn-out linen jacket from the Republican era, the rough fabric rubbing against his skin until it itched.

His hands and feet were bound with thick hemp rope, tied in tight knots, making him look like a pig slaughtered for the New Year.

"It must have been the villagers of Hongxi Village who tied them up," Lin Yi quickly realized.

He remembered that in the original story, there was indeed a group of militiamen patrolling Hongxi Village, specifically to guard against the stragglers and vagrants of Xiao Rizi.

It's no wonder the villagers were suspicious when they saw this unfamiliar face climbing out of the red pool, wearing modern shorts.

"They don't suspect I'm living a quiet life, do they? That's so unfair."

Lin Yi was somewhat dissatisfied with the way the villagers of Hongxi Village viewed her:

He is a model citizen and a true successor to society, a model youth in society.

This demeanor, this uprightness—how is there anything about him that resembles a nobody? Have you ever seen a nobody like me?

But then again, now that he's wearing this Republic-era linen jacket, his overall demeanor is probably no different.

"Huh, I remember being bitten by Jiang Chen."

Lin Yi suddenly remembered what happened before she fainted, and with great effort, she twisted her neck and rubbed the side of her neck with her shoulder.

The skin was smooth as usual, without any marks.

Just like in the TV series, the zombie bite marks seem to heal very quickly and are not noticeable to the touch.

He then felt the changes in his body.

I can't quite describe the feeling; it's like a computer that's been formatted and reinstalled with the system. The hardware is the same, but the way it runs is completely different.

My muscles were brimming with a kind of pent-up power. My heart was still beating, but it had become extremely slow, beating only once every few seconds.

He tried to gently loosen the ropes binding his hands and feet.

With a "snap," the thumb-thick hemp rope broke.

Like snapping a spider's web, the rope broke without any resistance in his hands.

Lin Yi was stunned. She looked down at the rope end still on her wrist, then at the rope lying on the ground, and didn't react for a long time.

He knew the second-generation zombies were powerful, but he was still shocked when he actually experienced that power firsthand.

This was completely beyond human comprehension; he felt that if he punched someone right now, he could probably blast a hole in the wooden wall of this woodshed.

But before he could even properly savor the pleasure of being a zombie, a powerful bloodlust surged up from the depths of his body.

"I'm so hungry!"

Lin Yi felt her eyes burning, and the world in her vision slowly began to turn into a faint green hue—

It's like wearing a pair of green sunglasses; everything is covered with a green filter.

There are several living people in the next room.

He could hear their heartbeats, hear the sound of blood flowing in their veins, and even smell the fragrance of the warm blood beneath their skin.

The aroma was more tempting than any food, and his mouth began to salivate uncontrollably, almost overflowing with saliva.

He could feel his teeth changing. Two canine teeth slowly emerged from his gums, sharp as two small awls, and he could feel their sharp edges even with a light touch to his lips.

This is a zombie tooth.

It is a tool specifically prepared for sucking human blood.

"No!" Lin Yi roared at herself inwardly, "I can't let desire control me! I'm human! I'm fucking human! Not a monster!"

But his body clearly doesn't agree with that.

The hunger grew stronger and stronger, like a swarm of ants gnawing at his internal organs, spreading from his stomach all the way down to his throat.

The scent of the blood of the living people next door kept wafting into his nose; he could even distinguish the different scents of each person.

One was older, with a slight smell of smoke in his blood; the other two were younger, with blood that tasted fresher and warmer.

His saliva finally started flowing, trickling down his chin from the corner of his mouth, making him look incredibly disheveled.

"Get out of here! I want to get out of here!"

Lin Yi practically gritted her teeth as she said those words.

He knew he was about to lose control, and if he lost control and bit someone here, he would never forgive himself for the rest of his life.

He didn't want to become a monster, at least not in front of his own people.

"I want to get out of here! As far away as possible!!"

He practically yelled it out.

The shout startled the militiamen living next door.

Lin Yin could hear noises coming from next door—the sound of someone jumping out of bed, the clanging of someone fumbling for a gun in the dark, and someone shouting something in Cantonese, their voice filled with surprise and vigilance.

When Li Erdan and Wang Gouwa rushed into the woodshed with guns and torches, they found the doors and windows intact and a few broken pieces of hemp rope on the ground.

Lin Yi's figure had already disappeared.