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The face of a high-level zombie is already very close to that of a normal person. If you ignore his chaotic eyes, he looks no different from a normal person from the back.

Most importantly, he has regained the ability to speak.

Mo Heng didn't seem surprised by this. He walked through the void to the front of the high-level zombie, raised his hand, and did not answer the zombie.

A high-level zombie felt a chill run from the soles of his feet straight to his forehead, the danger alarm of wild animals frantically reminding him - run! You will die! You will definitely die!

This monster actually attacks at the slightest disagreement!

The high-level zombies retreated quickly, their movements were dozens of times faster than the level 7 zombies that are currently recognized as the most lethal.

If an ordinary psychic faced him, he would definitely be defeated by his speed, and it would be extremely difficult to hurt him.

The extremely fast movement stirred up the wind, and the sharp sound of breaking through the air caused Mo Heng to have tinnitus for a short time, but he didn't even frown, and in the blink of an eye he was close to the high-level zombie again.

When the high-level zombie saw the black figure approaching instantly, he finally realized that he could not escape. This man was a complete monster.

It turned around and faced Mo Heng with one claw, determined to fight to the death.

"what!!!"

The high-level zombie had never felt so regretful, regretting that his mind was so clear.

The pain nerves that had been restored told him so clearly how his body was slowly falling apart.

The body of the high-level zombie began to turn into powder bit by bit, starting from the fingers, and soon spread to the arms.

It disappears much slower than the lower-level zombies, but it torments it even more.

It can feel pain, and the longer the process is, the more unbearable it is for it.

The high-level zombie was completely scared, but it had missed the opportunity to escape. Once its body began to break apart, it had already lost the chance to survive.

"Why, we are clearly..."

The high-level zombie spoke word by word too slowly, and ultimately did not utter the rest of the words.

Mo Heng seemed to be disgusted with the dust that the zombies turned into. He waved his hand and brought out a hurricane, clearing the surrounding space.

The zombie army, which was in chaos due to the loss of its high-level zombie leader, disappeared in an instant.

Mo Heng scanned the zombies' levels. The lowest was level 5, with the average being around level 6. They already possessed a certain level of intelligence, though not nearly as agile as a human's brain.

However, the powerful physical strength of high-level zombies and the fact that some of them possess special powers are enough to give humans a headache for a while.

If these hundreds of thousands of zombies were to attack the Aurora Fortress without caring about their own lives, not to mention the ordinary people, the army defending the city would definitely suffer heavy casualties.

Mo Heng's move definitely solved a big problem.

Although this level of trouble would affect his territory a little, it was not enough to attract his attention.

What does the life and death of those humans have to do with him? He built this base purely out of boredom.

Human beings always place unreasonable expectations on others, as if they are the saviors.

In fact, if it were in the past, Mo Heng would just watch them struggle with cold eyes. He would only educate them when those dirty things disturbed his peace or when he was in a bad mood.

As for now...

Thinking that he still had someone to support at home, Mo Heng felt instantly happy. He didn't want anything to disturb his current life at all.

If it weren't for the fact that he still had some consideration for his fellow zombies, Mo Heng wouldn't mind making all the zombies disappear, so that the people he kept at home would never be in danger.

But this thought only flashed through Mo Heng's mind and was ignored.

If all the zombies disappeared, Chu Jun would not seek asylum, and their relationship would naturally be invalid. What reason would he have to keep him by his side?

Moreover, even if it was Mo Heng, it would cost a considerable price to completely eliminate the billions of zombies around the world by himself.

Changing the world line will affect Mo Heng's own cause and effect. This is no longer a simple matter of losing his life. It may affect him for several lifetimes.

If it wasn't necessary, Mo Heng wouldn't suddenly become heroic and do something to save all of humanity.

Guarding this Aurora Base has become Mo Heng's ideal life.

After solving a problem, Mo Heng's excited nerves finally calmed down a little.

Walking through the void back to Aurora Fortress, Mo Heng left a barrier outside the city wall.

Humans cannot sense this barrier, but all zombies that approach the Aurora Fortress will instantly feel the murderous intent coming from the barrier. Even the lowest-level zombies can understand the meaning of this barrier.

"No entry here."

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"Master, today's lunch is ready~"

At 12 noon, Mo Heng waited for Chu Yun to knock on the door on time. He pretended to be calm, put down the untouched document, and turned to look at the boy in an apron at the door.

The boy had a slender figure, and the apron with a bear pattern was tight around his waist. Although hidden under the apron, Mo Heng could still imagine what he looked like from behind through the kiss they had a few days ago.

"Yeah." Mo Heng didn't actually need to eat, but the meal was made by Chu Jun, so he had to eat it even if it was poison.

When he sat down at the table, Mo Heng took a look at the three dishes and one soup on the table. They looked very good and were considered high standard considering the appetite of two people.

Seeing that Chu Jun had already put down his chopsticks, Mo Heng did not hesitate and stretched out his chopsticks to the sweet and sour spare ribs closest to him.

He remembered that this was Chu Jun's favorite dish, and it was also made with the most care. Mo Heng was able to see this dish two days out of three.

But he never gets tired of eating it——

Even if he couldn't taste it.

"Is it delicious?" Chu Jun took a mouthful of rice and asked casually.

Mo Heng nodded and picked up another dish with chopsticks: "Delicious."

"Really?" Chu Jun suddenly raised the corners of his mouth, as if he was happy, but Mo Heng inexplicably felt a sense of crisis.

He took a quick look at Chu Jun's expression but couldn't see anything. Mo Heng could only attribute everything to the fact that he and Chu Jun were too nervous.

Mo Heng was very considerate and cleared out all the dishes, but for some reason he felt that Chu Jun's expression was becoming more and more unsettling.

"What's wrong?" Mo Heng suppressed his fear.

"Nothing~"

Chu Jun said this and turned into the kitchen. There were special people to clean up the mess, so Chu Jun, the little lover, would not steal other people's jobs.

When they reached a place where Mo Heng couldn't see them, Chu Jun's expression finally darkened.

He originally just wanted to test it out, but he didn't expect that he would actually cause problems.

Chu Jun looked at the empty bowl in his hand and threw it into the sink.

There is something wrong with today's food. Although Chu Jun would not really poison Mo Heng's food, this dish only looks normal on the surface. In fact, the sour, sweet, bitter and spicy flavors have been brought to the extreme by Chu Jun.

For an ordinary person, it is considered lucky if he does not spit out the food reflexively after eating with chopsticks.

Even if it was Mo Heng, Chu Jun could guarantee that even if he really swallowed it, there would definitely be loopholes in his expression.

But today, Mo Heng was flawless at the dinner table, as if the food in front of him was really delicious.

Chu Jun didn't have time to think about the outrageous rumors he heard from Shan Gaoyang.

Lord Mo is a zombie - although this sounds outrageous, but thinking about the characteristics of zombies, some things really seem inexplicable...

The lack of taste and the degeneration of the zombie nervous system make it consistent with the malfunction of the taste system on the tongue.

But Chu Jun thought of Mo Heng's body temperature and his uncontrollable body reaction when they kissed.

Are these things zombies can have?