Chapter 477: Chapter 477: No One Is Allowed to Harm My Son!

Not only did the neighbors, but the people in other yards also heard the shouting from the loudspeaker and thought a large group had come to rescue them.

They quickly shouted for help.

Half an hour ago, the entire village was silent, but now cries for help echoed from every yard.

Some people even noticed that the zombies guarding the yard had disappeared and attempted to break the windows to escape.

Unfortunately, the zombie villagers outside began to howl again, immediately drowning out everyone’s cries for help.

In an instant, a cold bucket of water was poured over the survivors’ heads.

They realized that perhaps they would never escape.

These trapped survivors were bled daily to feed the zombies, leaving everyone’s face pale and frail.

In the end times, there was no meat; they ate spinach, but what was drawn out was fresh red blood.

No one could withstand this.

Every time someone was about to die from blood extraction, they would be eaten by the zombies.

The immense mental pressure and daily bloodletting left everyone with a lifeless appearance.

Listless all day, waiting for death.

Their eyes were filled with despair.

They believed they would never get out; in these apocalyptic times, it was hard enough to protect themselves, so who would risk their lives to save those reared among zombies?

From initially hoping for a rescue by soldiers or superpower users from safe bases to eventual despair.

Now, they saw hope again!

The thought of being rescued and coming out filled their lifeless bodies with energy.

Windows and doors were easy to break.

However... the zombie villagers crowding around the bus retreated to their homes, howling, before anyone could escape.

They receded like a tide, returning to their homes with their wives and children, just like when they were human.

Every yard once again had zombies standing there, blocking the way of those reared inside.

Those guarded by ordinary zombies were mostly ordinary people, looking sickly, without any strength to resist.

Moreover, they knew that there was a Zombie King in the village.

They couldn’t see who was saving them, nor did they know if the rescuers could defeat the Zombie King!

So even after breaking down the doors and windows, they quietly locked themselves back inside, staying in the room.

Inside, there were some syringes, looking particularly glaring.

Soon, they would use those syringes to draw their own blood and throw it to the zombies outside.

The reared survivors stood silently in their rooms, listening to the movements outside, growing more and more desperate.

Indeed!

Even if someone came to rescue them, could those people kill all the zombies in the village?

Moreover, there was a Zombie King like a human!

The village fell silent again; even ordinary zombies stopped howling. They returned to their homes, waiting grimly for feeding time.

By the bus.

Bai Anhai continued to shout through the loudspeaker.

The whole village became quiet again, apart from Bai Anhai’s voice; there was no other sound.

Looking around, apart from the black blood on the ground and the bus left by zombie bites and scratches, there was no evidence of zombies’ presence.

Oddly, no matter how Bai Anhai shouted, there was no response from the yard in front.

Even after Bai Anhai mentioned tearing up Old Wang if the Zombie King didn’t come out, it still didn’t react.

"Don’t waste your efforts, my son will not come out," said the old man, his eyes reflecting a touch of relief, mixed with some disappointment.

He hoped his son wouldn’t come out to avoid being harmed by these people.

Yet he felt too insignificant in his son’s mind, as if he didn’t care about him.

"Your son is a zombie and has killed so many people!" Bai Zhengxuan said irritably, glancing at the small two-story building.

Bai Zhengxuan worried about Old Wang and Old Liu, fearing they might accidentally become zombies.

"You must not harm my son! He will always be the best in my heart!" the old man said proudly.

The look in his eyes towards the Bai Family was full of hostility.

Anyone who hurt his son was a bad person.

Just like when the villagers wanted to harm his son, he never said a word of plea to his son.

"Heh!"

Bai Zhengxuan sneered twice, not wanting to speak with the old man.

The Zombie King, who turned humans into zombies, was ultimately the enemy of mankind; even if they didn’t act today, humans would come to clear it someday!

"Dad, call out to Uncle Wang and Uncle Liu, maybe there will be some response!" Bai Yifan said, scratching his head as he looked at the small building in front.

Who knew how Uncle Wang and Uncle Liu were doing!

"Uncle Wang! Uncle Liu! Are you in there? Give us a shout if you are!" Bai Anhai continued shouting with the loudspeaker.

Bai Zhengxuan stood by the car window, listening closely.

He dreaded hearing the howls of Uncle Wang and Uncle Liu.

Unfortunately, there was still no response this time.

"Uncle Wang, Uncle Liu, time for dinner! Pork and green onion dumplings!"

Bai Anhai energetically shouted with his loudspeaker at the two-story building.

Still, there was no reaction.

Inside the two-story building.

A young man in his twenties sat lazily on the sofa, surrounded by a dozen zombies.

These zombies did not look like the village residents.

They wore suits, and despite their ragged state, it was clear they were white-collar workers during their lifetime.

They were all his former colleagues.

After becoming a zombie, he used his appearance to deceive everyone, making them think he was human, and secretly put his blood into all his colleagues’ food.

Not only that, but he also turned the villagers into zombies.

"The people outside should be superpower users, right?" the young man smiled slightly, "Their blood must taste better than ordinary people’s, but..."

The young man paused, looking at his former colleagues in front, "They have caught my old dad, what should I do?"

When speaking, the young man showed no expression of worry, only a thirst for blood.

He used to be a filial child.

But the zombie virus turned him into a cold-blooded creature, no longer able to feel the father-son bond or any emotions from before.

All human emotions had transformed into anger and bloodlust.

He hated this feeling, too lonely and hard to control.

Though his appearance was human-like, he was not human.

After discovering he had turned into a zombie, he looked at his former colleagues, not only craving their blood and flesh but wishing they would become zombies like him.

So he wouldn’t be lonely.

And so, he turned all his colleagues into zombies.

Yet, he still felt lonely inside.

Because those colleagues were ordinary zombies, with no conscious thought, even communicating via brain waves only made him sense their repetitive bloodthirsty impulses.

He thought maybe he was lonely because he hadn’t gone home!

Fallen leaves return to their roots; now that he was practically dead, perhaps going home would ease his spiritual loneliness.

He was still wrong.