The day Yan Yuan was torn apart by dozens of S-class zombies, all the survivors in the city saw his desperate plea for help on the live broadcast.
"Please, open the door——" The iron door of the air raid shelter didn't move at all.
Three hundred and sixty-five days later, he opened his eyes and found that he had become the zombie king. A scarlet vertical pupil is split in the palm of the right hand, which can clearly see the memory fragments of each zombie during its lifetime, and anything touched by the left hand instantly evolves into a lethal weapon.
"Those who pushed me into the zombie swarm, are you ready for your knees?" Over the entire wasteland, millions of zombies looked up to the sky and roared at the same time.
This time, he wants to build his own zombie empire.
