"Cough." She didn't remember, if she didn't remember, it didn't exist. ƪ(˘⌣˘)ʃ
"Alright, let's transfer the memories!" Xing Yuan didn't want to waste any more time on this issue.
The worker bee efficiently transmitted the plot and then went offline.
As usual, this time she also had an extraordinary experience, but Xing Yuan had inadvertently rewritten the plot.
In the original plot, Bi Cheng'e was the mastermind behind everything. Although he was infected with the zombie virus like in this life, as the developer of the virus, he also had some means to suppress its onset.
The biggest difference in this life compared to the past was that Xing Yuan did not fully trust him, so he was forced to exit early.
The original host had always respected her father, and her motivation for working hard was to gain her father's approval. Moreover, for so many years, she had been confined by Bi Cheng'e in a small space, completely unaware of what the outside world was like. httpδ:/m.kuAisugg.nět
Therefore, she blindly worshipped and trusted this person. Even if Bi Cheng'e handed her a bottle of poison, she would drink it without hesitation.
Bi Cheng'e was indeed very talented in this regard, but the soul strength of the original host who took the potion was only slightly higher than that of an ordinary person. In this situation, she naturally could not compare to Xing Yuan, who came from another world. Therefore, although she also had the ability to control other zombies, she lost her sanity.
This did not surprise Bi Cheng'e. He had foreseen this possibility in his early years and had made some arrangements for her, ensuring she would obediently be his puppet.
Bi Cheng'e believed he didn't have much time left and that turning into one of those zombies was only a matter of time. Therefore, before his death, he wanted to personally show his achievements to his teacher, which resulted in an exceptionally destructive outcome.
But when he led a vast zombie army to the capital, he received devastating news: his teacher had passed away several years ago.
He refused to believe it, but the facts were laid bare before him, and his years of effort seemed like a joke.
At that moment, filled with despair, he subconsciously thought that turning into a zombie might not be so bad. He allowed the zombie virus to completely erode his body. In his last moments of clarity, he thought, "If only I hadn't left back then."
No one knew that all along, he had regarded his teacher as a father, a child desperate to achieve something to attract his father's attention.
He had shown extraordinary talent from a young age, but at the same time, he was considered a strange child by others. No one wanted to play with him, and they always mocked him.
His teacher, who was still studying at the time, appeared. He taught Bi Cheng'e many things, but the most memorable was a word of praise. It was the first time he had received commendation from someone else.
Because even in the eyes of his parents, he was a strange child, so they abandoned him.
During that holiday, Bi Cheng'e would visit him every day. Later, his teacher left. When they met again, it was in that small research institute.
The teacher had many students, and he cared about each one of them. Bi Cheng'e disliked this feeling. He wanted the person he considered his father to focus his attention solely on him.
For this reason, Bi Cheng'e racked his brains to come up with that thesis. Initially, it was simply because it was unique enough to make the teacher pay attention.
But after being reprimanded, Bi Cheng'e became even more determined to show his achievements to his teacher. Therefore, when he spent a huge sum of money to hire people to make it rain, he deliberately avoided the capital.
He never expected that from then on, they would never see each other again.
Bi Cheng'e turned into a zombie. The zombies, suddenly losing their leader, quickly descended into chaos.
The most intelligent among the zombies were no more than five or six years old, in their active phase. One suddenly ran forward, and the others immediately followed.
With so many zombies rushing forward, even the sturdiest base walls couldn't hold them back. They trampled over each other and entered the base. And then... The End.
The entire world was left with nothing but zombies and mutated beasts.
The Heavenly Dao could not tolerate a world with so few intelligent beings, and those that existed were all unsightly. Therefore, Xing Yuan arrived.
"What's the mission?" Xing Yuan sat up, listening to the story with great interest in her eyes.
"World... Peace!" How grand! Tian Ling was extremely excited.
"Alright, you may withdraw!" Xing Yuan thought about recent events. It seemed that her amnesiac self had almost completed the mission.
The following days would belong to her alone.
Just as Xing Yuan smiled, her peripheral vision caught sight of a figure outside. She immediately moved swiftly, lay down on the bed, and closed her eyes, pretending to be asleep.
"Why isn't she awake yet?" Xia Zhiyu's face was filled with worry. The doctor had clearly said there were no problems with her body!
Xing Yuan slowly lifted her eyelids, her eyes hazy as she looked outside.
"Do you remember me?" Xia Zhiyu noticed and immediately waved her hand in front of Xing Yuan.
Xing Yuan almost burst out laughing. She had amnesia, not blindness; there was no need for such a display.
However, to maintain her image of wisdom, Xing Yuan held back. No matter what, she absolutely could not remember her foolish memories.
"Sister is so beautiful, I think I've seen you in my dreams." The mature Xing Yuan had learned to improve, and sweet talk came effortlessly.
Xia Zhiyu paused, subtly hiding her involuntary smile, and asked with doubt, "You still have memories?"
Xing Yuan: I was careless. I forgot that someone who just returned to normal can't even speak. However, if she were truly made to wait that long, she might not be able to endure it.
"A little, but it's all vague, and I don't seem to remember clearly." Xing Yuan held her head with one hand, feigning a headache.
"That's right, you are indeed different from those people outside," Xia Zhiyu murmured to herself, thinking that this might be related to how they turned into zombies.
Xing Yuan frowned, appearing extremely weak. "I seem to remember someone promising not to leave me. Was that person you, sister?"
Xia Zhiyu felt guilty and began to waver. Now was a good opportunity to sever ties with her. If she denied it, she wouldn't have to be entangled with her anymore.
But at this critical juncture, Xia Zhiyu suddenly felt unwilling. She had money, and supporting one more person wouldn't be a big problem. Moreover, this person was now homeless. If she didn't take care of her, who else would?
So she nodded.
A smile suddenly bloomed on Xing Yuan's face. Her headache was gone, and she got out of bed directly.
She whispered in Xia Zhiyu's ear, "I gave you a chance this time, and you chose to give it up yourself. So you can't go back on your word this time."