Zombie Legend of the Wilderness

Fantasy + zombies + gods and demons + prehistoric times In the forest, a man with blood on his mouth stared blankly at his reflection in the river. "How did I become like this?" The man looked at the reflection in the water with an unbelievable expression on his face, his pale cheeks, long gray hair, light blue pupils, and the two bloody fangs at the corners of his mouth. He couldn't help but touch the fangs at the corner of his mouth, and slapped himself hard again. "Pop", there was a crisp sound, and the man covered his painful cheek and muttered to himself: "This is not a dream, I seem to have turned into a zombie." He turned around and looked at the tiger behind him, which had turned into a skin and bones. He recalled the scene where he sucked blood, and his brows involuntarily frowned, and then relaxed. "Damn it, I really turned into a zombie. This horse riding is not a dream, it is real." Wow, zombies, immortal, immortal, immortal, possessing the power to destroy the world, I have developed. "