
About This Novel
A tear awakened the zombie soul, and the world was shocked with bare hands. The friendship between humans, ghosts and monsters appears, and the love of brothers lasts a lifetime. Yi Ai was originally a thief on Earth. He stole the treasure Zombie Tears and was killed. As a result, he was reborn in another world. After rebirth, he was abandoned on the roadside and became an orphan. At the age of eighteen, he swallowed the tears of zombies by chance and turned into a zombie.
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Official(3)Scraped 26d ago
I just want to say it's bullshit. The protagonist was originally an immoral thief, but in another world he became a Buddha. He is so compassionate that I really feel like vomiting when I look at it. You are a zombie, not the omnipotent Lord. What is a zombie? It is not within the five elements. It was created by gathering thousands of grievances. What you have become is not a zombie, but a communist with communist ideas! It doesn't match the reality. I really don't want to talk about it anymore. If I talk too much, I'll be in tears!
Chen Xuan in a moment! It's easy to love in a while! What kind of bullshit novel did you write?
I could have watched it, but when I saw the main character vowing to follow someone else, I had to. . . . . .
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Official(3)Scraped 26d ago
I just want to say it's bullshit. The protagonist was originally an immoral thief, but in another world he became a Buddha. He is so compassionate that I really feel like vomiting when I look at it. You are a zombie, not the omnipotent Lord. What is a zombie? It is not within the five elements. It was created by gathering thousands of grievances. What you have become is not a zombie, but a communist with communist ideas! It doesn't match the reality. I really don't want to talk about it anymore. If I talk too much, I'll be in tears!
Chen Xuan in a moment! It's easy to love in a while! What kind of bullshit novel did you write?
I could have watched it, but when I saw the main character vowing to follow someone else, I had to. . . . . .









