Song Jinshi explained some matters to Sui Han.
He was genuinely afraid that Sui Han would think he was frequently entering instances to avoid him.
But it really was just a coincidence.
After notifying him, Song Jinshi leisurely lay on his bed to rest and recharge.
“Welcome players to the instance — Survival in the Apocalypse.”
“The instance task is to survive until humanity researches an antidote for the virus.”
“Number of players: 100”
“Loading the instance…”
“Loading successful.”
“Wishing players a pleasant game.”
After a series of announcements, Song Jinshi found himself in an abandoned building.
“Little assistant, there are so many players in this instance.”
“After all, it’s an apocalypse instance. There’s a high chance of a scene where humans confront hordes of zombies. If there are fewer players, the clearance rate will be very low.”
“Is that so?”
Song Jinshi nodded, somewhat understanding.
“Little assistant, what is my task?”
“The host is a soft and delicate little zombie with no abilities.”
Song Jinshi was stunned. How does one act as a zombie?
He recalled the zombie movies he had seen before and tried to emulate how zombies walked.
He stumbled a few steps, sticking his tongue out and pretending to be a zombie.
— ‘Ah, wife, wife! Roaring, licking the screen, twisted, perverted.’
— ‘Is my wife cosplaying?’
— ‘Wuwuwu, I can be a delicate little zombie!’
— ‘Sike, my wife’s little tongue looks so pink, it seems so delicious.’
— ‘Hold tight to my delicate little zombie; it’s another day of longing to enter the instance and pamper my wife.’
“No need to act, host; your current identity is that of a real zombie.”
Song Jinshi suddenly stopped his antics, a faint blush spreading across his delicate cheeks.
“Was I just acting really stupid?”
Song Jinshi quietly asked the little assistant.
But little did he know, his words were heard by the live stream audience.
— ‘No, no, wife is the smartest!’
— ‘Not stupid at all! Wife is so cute!’
While Song Jinshi interacted with the audience, a growl from a zombie echoed behind him.
“Roar!”
What are you doing over there? Hurry up and catch up to the main force; we’re invading the base tonight!
Song Jinshi was startled by the sound but found he could actually understand the zombie’s words.
He suppressed the disgust of facing the zombie’s appearance and shouted back in a soft tone.
“Roar!”
I just found some movement over here; let me check it out.
“Roar!”
After we look, let’s hurry; we can’t fall behind the main force.
After that, the zombie followed the main group, occasionally glancing back at Song Jinshi, urging him to catch up.
He had no choice but to follow the horde of zombies toward the human base.
“Little assistant, I won’t have to bite those humans with them, will I?”
“No, host, just drift along with the zombies and ensure your own safety. If things look bad, we will run immediately.”
Song Jinshi trailed behind the group of zombies, not knowing how far they had gone.
At that moment, he was grateful to be a genuine zombie with no feelings.
Otherwise, he would have certainly been exhausted or overwhelmed by these filthy and disgusting zombies.
Along the way, zombies kept turning back to look at him, their eyes filled with curiosity.
After all, among a bunch of ugly zombies, some barely resembling humans, having a complete zombie like him was already quite rare.
Moreover, Song Jinshi was a well-formed, good-looking little zombie with barely detectable undead traits.
If it weren’t for them sensing his similarity, they would seriously suspect he was a human disguised as a zombie.
As Song Jinshi was watched by the curious eyes of the zombies, he finally arrived at the base with the horde.
“Roar!”
Charge! We must overthrow this base today; we zombies are the rulers of this planet!
“Roar!”
Charge!
Then came the echoing roars of zombies.
Song Jinshi roared along with them a couple of times but then felt it was too foolish, so he stood behind the main group, watching the zombies try to climb over the city walls.
“Roar!”
Hurry up! If you’re slow, you won’t get to eat fresh human flesh. Weak zombies like you need to eat more human flesh to become strong.
A strong zombie walked up to Song Jinshi, looking disdainfully at his petite frame.
And he scoffed at his slow pace as if moving an ant’s nest.
“Little assistant, being a zombie is too hard! Why do they discriminate against zombies?”
Song Jinshi complained to the little assistant; many zombies along the way hinted that he was too weak, while the human-like ones could be taken down with one punch.
The more he thought about it, the angrier he became.
“Roar!”
I’m not weak! By the time I’ve eaten human flesh, don’t come begging me for any!
“Roar!”
Then go kill a human and show me!
“Roar!”
Fine, I’ll go!
With his confidence boosted, Song Jinshi marched boldly toward the city wall.
At that moment, quite a few zombies had already climbed up, and he could hear the screams and painful wails of humans from inside.
“I’ll go! Who’s afraid of who?”
Song Jinshi grumbled as he climbed up the wall.
Finally, after his relentless efforts, he made it to the top of the wall!
“Roar!”
You’re too weak; I’ve been waiting for you here for a long time.