The night was lonely, and Zhang Yiming's brainwaves spread around the Yellow River Beach, extending all the way to the other side of the bus.
In the latter half of the night.
The bus door quietly opened.
Leng Yebai, with a cold expression, somewhat sneakily tiptoed off the bus.
His steps were light, and he didn't dare use too much force when closing the door, holding his breath, it took him a while to barely close the door.
Then, he sprinted away.
In the cold moonlight, like a lone wolf...
No, let's try again.
Like a husky, running in Zhang Yiming's direction.
Zombies do not need to sleep.
Zhang Yiming, after consuming Ganmu, acquired all human habits, including the ability to sleep.
Generally, he still spends the long nights like all zombies, staring with open eyes.
He dislikes entering the dreamland, it always brings him bad dreams.
Zombies' dreams are too bloody, the bloodthirsty urges magnified to the extreme in dreams.
From then on, he grew to hate sleeping.
