The Strategy of Washing Clean a Slag Shou

7-1: Zombie king's lover

    On the pure white sheets lies a delicate man, with soft hair drooping on his ears, his slightly opened eyes are flowing bloody red, his lips are gorgeous, but his face is white, he looks a little bit like the legendary vampire prince.

Su Yang tilted his head slightly, he seemed to be looking at this room. There was a little confusion in his eyes.

    "What have I become...this time?"

The system was silent and then asked, "Why do you ask?"

    Su Yang raised his hand to look at his overly pale complexion, and said quietly, "Because I can't feel my heartbeat. Without pulse, I thought I was a dead person."

    "..."

The system didn't reply for a long time.

Su Yang blinked in confusion. Suddenly the memory of the original owner flooded into his mind. Su Yang digested it all, and then said calmly. "It turns out that it's not a dead person, but a living dead."

The system tried to solve him, saying : "It can also be called an undead."

Su Yang coldly snorted, "In layman's terms, it's called a zombie."

    Then the system began to pretend to be dead.

    Su Yang tried to move his body and found that he couldn't move. Only then did he realize that his limbs were bound by a few blue ribbons, don't know what material they were. It looked loose and didn't have much energy.

    This is the latest tool developed by the Institute to paralyze zombies. It is said that the blue fuel is mixed with a certain kind of medicine, which can neutralize the virus in the zombies. Instead, ordinary zombies can only be slaughtered. It's just that his level is relatively high, so it has a slight paralyzing effect.

    He stretched out his hand and pulled hard, and the ribbon suddenly broke in his hand.

    At this time, the alarm in the laboratory rang, and he listened carefully. He was not anxious, only a curious look appeared on his face.

    While he was studying the alarm intently, the door of the laboratory was opened from the outside, and a man in a white coat came in and asked with a smile, "Awake? Do you still know me?"

    Su Yang took the siren pulled directly from the wall and played with it, ignoring him.

    The white coat man pushed his glasses, opened the black notebook in his hand, quickly flipped a few pages, picked up a black ink pen and quickly recorded, saying: "A level-8 ability person swallowed a level-10 zombie crystal core. After twenty-seven hours, fifty-four minutes and three seconds, the heart stopped beating, confirming death. There was no resistance to the virus erosion of the Zombie King, and it has become a zombie."

The tip of the pen paused, he raised his eyes and looked at Su Yang, and continued to write : "However, based on the sensitivity of the reaction and the response to external stimuli, the level is obviously higher than that of ordinary zombies, at least six-level zombies, and the IQ is the same as that of a three- or four-year-old child. At present, he has not shown obvious aggressive behavior. Follow-up observation is needed. Need to study."

    He stretched out his hand in front of Su Yang, speaking very slowly: "How about shaking a hand?"

    The staff of the institute squeezed a cold sweat, but did not dare to step forward, for fear of annoying this doctor with a weird temper.

    Su Yang blinked, then handed him the alarm in his hand.

    The white coat man took the alarm, but reached out and held Su Yang's hand, deliberately leaning very close, and asked: "Hungry? Do you want to eat food?"