Su Nian traveled three years into the apocalypse and was recognized as a high-risk waste in the southern base.
Condemned as "half man, half corpse".
No backer.
Live outside.
Extremely poor physical fitness.
When faced with probing and questioning, he would just shrink back behind the crowd.
Su Nian was very satisfied with this.
Waste can survive.
Those who attract attention will be sent to the laboratory at the central base.
No one knew that that bite mark made her the only one the zombies could obey.
Block guns, clear paths, and stockpile supplies.
As long as she thinks about it, the corpses are all her most loyal hunting dogs.
Su Nian relied on this golden finger to pretend to be weak and survive for three years.
She originally planned to keep pretending.
Until the six major bases joined forces, the full-level corpse king, who could not even suppress the heavy artillery, slowly lowered his neck towards the death zone in front of thousands of troops.
The front line was completely fried.
Central Base requested re-examination.
The top brass of the "Origin Project" wanted to capture her back.
The frontline commander looked at the ruins across the defense line.
"Isn't there another infected person?"
"Send her to lure away the Corpse King."
"I would like to see how long her good luck can last."
Everyone thought that Su Nian was just a survivor who happened to not be bitten.
Only the half-human, half-corpse experimental subjects in the dark can feel the dominance, manic and surrender.
"Good luck?"
"She is the king of infected people in the entire wasteland."
Su Nian held half a bag of dry food and sat innocently munching.
She touched the coquettish Corpse King at her feet.
There are too few cards in hand.
Gotta save some more.
Then overturn the center.
