I Am the Zombie King of the Apocalypse

It is written for people to read, not for zombies. It's good not to be a virgin, but don't say anything about massacre. It kills everyone. The writing is indeed in line with the characteristics of zombies, but the readers are human beings. Reading your article will feel as if the protagonist is keeping humans in captivity. Can't stand it anymore

I can't help but search you out every morning to see who is scolding you today. If your rating doesn't drop to 5.0, I'm really sorry for your content about the encounter between the male and female protagonists.

I found that there were many early book reviews about the Pig's Foot Madonna, and how cruel the pig's feet would be in the last days. These people should not be saved. What I want to say is, Pig's Foot was originally a human, right? Since he is a human, he must have humanity? Pig's Foot is not like other novels where he saw the dark side of human beings a few days ago. He turned into a zombie, but he did not turn into a beast, and there was no so-called dark side for him to "awaken". Isn't it normal to want to save people? For example, ordinary mistakes like giving food to a mother and her daughter, and even the pig's feet can't be eaten, why do they become the Virgin after giving food? I think there must be a process for blackening, right? You have just been in the apocalypse for a day or two, and you have not seen any dark side, so you are inhumane? I was confused, can't these guys read books with some brains? [Emot=default,42/]

The subsequent plot is too bloody and tragic, and I feel a little repulsed by it. No matter what, I should retain some of my sanity.

I have read a lot of post-apocalyptic zombie articles. If this one is not good, then there will be no good ones. I would like to express my support to the author.

For those who like to watch the end of the world, the first three chapters can directly dissuade many people. The end of the world, the end of the world, what is the end of the world? I don't understand why I have to help this and that when I've become a zombie.

She had just come out of prison. In 2007, she was in a bar. Someone at the table opposite me whistled at her and invited her to drink with me. I drank too much, so I pulled out the dagger I brought with me and stabbed me. This stab lasted fifteen years. I remember that when I entered, there were people all over the street. It's about praying to Buddha, it's cold on a lonely sandbank, etc. It's been fifteen years, things have changed. She came to see me once last year and told me she was getting married. I didn't tell her about commutation of her sentence. After a brief chat, I turned around and left. In the past 15 years, I have farmed, raised pigs and made clothes. , My heart has long been calm. After I came out, I went to see her downstairs once. She was very happy. I was also very happy. It was time for me to think about my life. I had a dream last night. The problem was 15 years ago. Familiar streets and familiar scenes, but I just couldn't find the familiar one. Man, I woke up crying in the dream. The past cannot be taken back. Now all that is left is nostalgia. I am almost 30 and suddenly feel confused. I often can't sleep at night. I sit on the road, drinking wine and smoking alone. I don't know how to take the road ahead. The night before her wedding, I drove 400 kilometers overnight and rushed to the downstairs of her house. I saw the word "Happy" on her door downstairs and the lights in the room were still on. I didn't dare to disturb her. I took a few bottles of beer from the car and sat on a park chair downstairs at her house. After finishing the wine and smoking a pack of cigarettes, it was almost dawn. The whistle came from all the way. I knew that the car to pick her up was coming. Today she was going to be someone else's bride. Unfortunately, the groom was not. Me, she looked very beautiful today. I watched her get into the wedding car, the firecrackers went off, and the car drove away. I was still following behind the convoy, and suddenly a text message came from my mobile phone. It was... From her. She said, "Don't give it away. I will marry you again in the next life. Just forget me." In fact, she had been watching me drinking and smoking from behind the curtain that night, and she cried all night... My heart hurt like countless needles that day. I cried and was very sad. I wish her happiness. Although the groom is not me, but the bride... I have loved... I have no regrets. Whether it is success or failure, everything is in vain, life or death. Life is only a hundred years old. Why should I be obsessed with a result? The only thing I want to do now is to go home and charge my mobile phone, but my mobile phone still has power, but the car ran out of gas on the way back. Is there any friend who can lend me 3,000 yuan for gas?

Tang Ye's parents may have abandoned him because they couldn't afford the expenses for a child to grow up. After all, it was his own child, so who would be willing to throw it away? There must be a last resort.

It's well written. I was almost put off by the one who said the Madonna in the front. If a person turns into a zombie, there must be a psychological change. What the hell is this logic? Did you see the back of the one who said the Madonna? Blind very thin comments

I have only come across one copy of the truly good dark apocalyptic novel, The Killer Saint, but it is a pity that it has been discontinued. I've read some of this book, and actually the author's idea is quite good. He wrote about pig's feet slowly changing in his heart, which is more in line with reality. But this will cause problems in the early stage, which will drive away many readers. Later, I don't know whether the author's writing is good or not. I recommend watching The Last Killer for inspiration.