The world is vast, and there's no lack of wonders.
The probability of two people looking exactly alike is low, but it doesn't mean it's impossible.
Maybe he's overthinking it, a divine beast like Chenghuang might not exist, let alone coincidentally let him see his past self.
"In the third year of the apocalypse, she died, and you became me."
Zombie Emperor Zhang Yiming lowered his head and continued wiping the blood on his hand, his long eyelashes casting a shadow, his expression unclear.
His voice was light and devoid of emotional waves.
But every word landed clearly in Zhang Yiming's ears.
Heavily pounding on his dead heart.
Even though his heart no longer beats, upon hearing this sentence, he still placed his hand over his chest.
There's no heartbeat there, only a sense of pain.
"Impossible!"
Zhang Yiming stared intensely at the youth full of hostility, his voice slightly trembling.
He already believed eighty percent of the youth's words.
Brainwaves don't lie.
