In the eyes of outsiders, Zhou Yin is a powerless individual with only an F-level elemental affinity, often mocked and looked down upon. But in truth, he has a strange ability to communicate with all kinds of creatures—even zombie viruses are no exception.
“Excuse me, may I ask you something?”
“Grrr…”
“My child has disappeared. Have any of you seen four kids around here?”
“Ah… ah…” The decaying-faced zombies slowly point their fingers in the same direction with reluctant cooperation, treating Zhou Yin like a comrade.
“Why are you over there? Do you know why?”
“Hah! Grrr…”
“Is that so?” Zhou Yin’s peach blossom eyes sparkle deeply, revealing emotions hard to read. “Thank you for telling me. Are you hungry?”
“Grrr… gurr…”
“If you’re hungry, walk over there.”
He points to a group of people on the other side. Though the distance is quite far, it’s not too far to see clearly. A gentle smile appears on his serene face, reflecting kindness and tenderness all around.
“There are plenty of bad people waiting over there for you to eat.”
