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Chapter 185 Chapter 184: The Zombie King's Style
Bai Xiao knew how difficult it was for those refugees more than 20 years ago when they were wandering and hiding facing the fresh zombies.

Even though I was warming myself by the fire, it took me a long time to recover.

Only after he had a bowl of hot broth and drank some wine did he breathe a sigh of relief.

"I have altered a piece of clothing today. Take a look and see if it fits." After eating and coming down from upstairs, Lin Duoduo picked up the clothing and gestured to the zombie.

She also wanted to take some wool and knit a big sweater for the zombies to wear, because when the zombies go out, they move around everywhere and always like to make the clothes dirty.

It feels pretty good to think about the Zombie King walking outside in a sweater.

"Good! It fits perfectly!"

Bai Xiao was fed up with those torn clothes, which would sometimes tear the crotch if he exerted too much force - which made the zombies very embarrassed.

Whose zombie king is running around in open-crotch pants?

In novels, zombie kings are destructive, cold and aloof, evil and domineering, and command thousands of troops.

He wears open-crotch pants.

Squeezed in the pile of old zombies, one of the commoners would be pushed down by accident, falling on his butt, and the old guy couldn't get up for a long time.

...Flop!

The Zombie King was very embarrassed, and this human also laughed at his people, saying that they were all old and might break their bones if they fell.

Lin Duoduo lit a candle and watched the zombie change his pants.

"Can you turn your head around?" Bai Xiao was even more hurt.

The zombie king still needs to change his pants and is being stared at by human barbarians. Maybe he is not the king, but just a stupid zombie.

Bai Xiao suddenly realized the horrible truth - a terrible zombie king only needs to be terrible. It would be best if he sat on a cold throne for 24 hours without eating or drinking, studying how to destroy humanity, carrying out a huge conspiracy, and sneering evilly - that was in line with the personality of a crazy and cool zombie king.

Instead of wearing an iron helmet and leading a few old-fashioned people, shivering like dogs in the snow and ice, and picking up some scraps to feed humans, and then making a cup of expired milk powder, drinking it happily, and then burping with great satisfaction.

When I came back to change into a pair of pants that had been altered by humans, she still stared at me.

"Who hasn't met who yet?" Lin Duoduo curled her lips and turned her head away.

Hearing the rustling sound, she turned back and watched the zombie change his pants with interest.

The big zombie finally put on clothes that fit him.

"Maybe I am not a king, but a stupid zombie." Bai Xiao stood up and looked down at his woolen pants.

The real zombie king definitely doesn’t wear woolen pants.

"You are the king."

Lin Duoduo held a candle, the flame reflected in her eyes, flickering. She lowered her head and tugged at her trouser legs, looking at the zombie's clothes to see if there was any part that needed repairing.

"The Zombie King certainly doesn't need humans to sew his crotch."

"Then let the black silk female zombie people help him sew it?"

"...No, the Zombie King won't rip the crotch at all."

"They will tear it. Otherwise, where will the zombie king get his clothes? Doesn't he wear clothes? As long as he can wear clothes, he will tear them. Those zombies can't sew clothes, so he can only pick up clothes from humans."

Lin Duoduo said: "Unless the real zombie king doesn't wear clothes and runs naked every day, that would be too perverted."

She touched and pulled the zombie's woolen pants with her soft hands, and finally withdrew her hands with satisfaction.

Where do the clothes of the zombie king sitting on the cold throne come from?

Bai Xiao found that he had never thought about this question. The clothes of those old zombies outside had become rags, hanging on their bodies in wisp.

"You have to be a zombie king who can wear clothes." Lin Duoduo stroked his hair and encouraged him.

"The Zombie King drinks three large basins of human flesh soup every day. He gets angry if he doesn't drink enough in a day. He also eats three pounds of foot skin for every meal." "You just want me to drink your foot washing water."

This damn woman.

The mental designation is a little off.

Bai Xiao picked her up with one hand, opened the bedroom door and threw her onto the bed. He heard the human laugh, and although the room was dark, he seemed to see her shining eyes.

In the deserted ruins of the huge city, there was only one building with candles on.

When the candles went out, the whole city fell into darkness.

"Does it still fit?"

Lin Duoduo felt that he had laid down, so she stretched her legs over to the quilt and placed them on the zombie's legs.

"Ah."

Bai Xiao turned his back to her and looked towards the dark window.

Wandering in the dark streets are zombies that have grown old over a long period of time, and monsters that feed on zombies.

They live in the last days and will die in the last days.

The boundary between humans and zombies doesn't seem so clear.

The zombie held her feet habitually and closed his eyes.

She reached over again, into the zombie's clothes, and touched his back.

"Half of your body is here." The zombie reminded.

Then he felt the quilt behind him lighten, and the human came over from her own quilt, pressed against his back, with her arms around the front and her whole body pressed against his back.

"It's warmer this way," she murmured. "It's too cold."

The Zombie King didn't say anything for a moment, but just touched her hand.

"Aren't you afraid? Sometimes I get scared when I look in the mirror."

"When I first left the village, I was ready to die on the road. I didn't expect you to actually help me survive. It's actually quite a win-win. Even if I didn't survive, I wouldn't have any regrets." She said softly.

"I said I would take you alive."

"In fact, I couldn't live any longer. Before I found you, I thought about giving up many times, but I persisted every time because if I died like this, then all the struggles in the past few years, borrowing a gun to go into the mountains in the cold winter, all the hard work and suffering I had endured would seem meaningless. Isn't it ridiculous? That's why I have been alive."

Bai Xiao touched her hand without saying a word.

"So I want you to lock me up... You chained me up with an iron chain when I was sick that time, and it was not bad. It was a complicated feeling... As long as I was chained, I didn't have to do anything, I didn't have to think about anything - I didn't have to think about the meaning of life, and I felt relaxed all over."

"Your hobby is a bit perverted." said the Zombie King, although he did like to hang an iron chain on the human's ankle. The white ankle and the black iron chain looked good together.

"This isn't a hobby, it's a way of escaping. Just like how I hoped that when you came back from finding a shelter, you'd announce that everyone outside was dead. Then everything would be meaningless, and I could do whatever I wanted—including going in heat for a zombie."

She spoke in a low voice, tightened her arms and hugged Bai Xiao tightly.

"If everyone outside were dead, it would be like being chained up. I wouldn't have to think about the meaning of my life. Without people's expectations and definitions of me, I wouldn't have to live in hope. Many people have gone crazy over the years, and what really drove them crazy was hope.

Many people have died. I don’t want to be like Aunt Qian, who lived a miserable life for twenty years and ended her life alone. She suffered too much in the past ten years. She didn’t take Uncle Cai home until she was about to die. In fact, she had been crazy for a long time, but she didn’t show hysteria. ”

"You have been abnormal for a long time." Bai Xiao said.

She lifted the zombie's clothes and left a kiss on his back.

"As long as you are here, I won't go crazy."

(End of this chapter)