Rebirth Stockpiling: The Little Girl Sweeps Through the Apocalypse-Chapter 405

Not long ago, their base had been invaded by a swarm of mutated cockroaches.

At the time, Wang Dahai had been injured by one of the creatures while saving him, and his wounds still hadn’t fully healed.

Then, after the comprehensive evolution of plants and animals, he stumbled upon an incredible stroke of luck.

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He ended up fusing with both a mutated leopard and a dragon-catching plant.

From that moment on, his previously lackluster abilities skyrocketed.

Even his supernatural powers advanced by leaps and bounds.

In just about a year, he could hold his own in a fight against his own father.

It was safe to say that, at present, he was the strongest fighter in the entire base.

Having him lead the expedition was Wang Dahai’s way of tempering him.

And, incidentally, smoothing out his rough edges.

It had to be said, Wang Dahai put a lot of thought into his son’s upbringing.

“Do your best, and stay safe. Your mother and I will be waiting for you at home.” Wang Dahai smiled warmly.

Wang Qingdong’s expression was solemn. “Understood. I’ll complete the mission and return successfully!”

Wang Dahai patted his shoulder and signaled for an assistant to take Wang Qingdong to gather the team and set out.

Wang Qingdong glanced in the direction where the little boy had gone and pursed his lips.

Whatever. Just some brat.

He was a man of importance now—no time to bother with childish things.

Wang Qingdong and seven others boarded a modified apocalypse-ready vehicle and swiftly left the base.

Wang Dahai watched them go, his gaze full of quiet pride.

His child had grown up. It was time to let him spread his wings.

He turned and headed home.

Just as he reached the doorstep, he saw his wife, Liang Xiumei, handing a steamed bun to a little boy.

Smiling, he approached. “What’s going on here?”

Liang Xiumei smiled gently. “A new child arrived at the base. I made some buns, so I thought I’d share one with him.”

“Ah. Well, I’ll head inside then.” Wang Dahai didn’t think much of it.

Survivors joining the base periodically was normal.

His wife had always been kind-hearted, especially toward children.

Her sharing food with a newcomer was nothing out of the ordinary.

Noticing the boy still hadn’t taken the bun, Liang Xiumei assumed he was too shy. Softly, she asked, “Where are you staying?”

She figured the boy must have come with his family.

Maybe they’d warned him not to accept food from strangers, hence his hesitation.

In that case, she’d bring more to where he lived.

That way, both the boy and his family could enjoy them.

She always felt extra sympathy for new survivors.

Surviving the apocalypse wasn’t easy.

If they’d sought refuge here, they must have been desperate.

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The boy said nothing, only quietly pointed into the distance.

“Alright, wait here a moment.”

Liang Xiumei went back inside and returned with a clear food container, filled with several steaming buns.

“Come on, I’ll walk you back.”

Together, they headed in the direction the boy had indicated.

Along the way, Liang Xiumei tried to make conversation, but the boy remained silent.

She grew slightly puzzled.

Was something wrong with his voice?

Or was he just wary of strangers?

Just as she was wondering, the boy abruptly stopped walking.

Liang Xiumei blinked. “What’s wrong?”

The boy slowly lifted his head, the corners of his lips curling upward.

Liang Xiumei’s pupils contracted.

His eyes—they were terrifying!

Mostly white, with pupils as small as peas.

And that smile… so unnervingly cold!

A chill ran down her spine.

Every instinct screamed that this child was dangerous.

But then, the boy turned and continued walking as if nothing had happened.

Liang Xiumei frowned, chiding herself for overreacting.

It was just a smile—why had she interpreted it as sinister?

Maybe the boy was just happy.

She must have misread him.

As for his eyes…

Perhaps a congenital condition.

That might also explain why he was so quiet and wore a cap all the time.

If he’d endured too many judgmental stares, it made sense.

Her expression softened, and she hurried to catch up.

When they reached a deserted corner, the boy stopped again.

This time, he pointed at the container in Liang Xiumei’s hands.

Assuming he was hungry, she smiled and handed it to him.

The boy took it—but just as she was about to pull her hand back, he seized her wrist.

His grip was inhumanly strong.

Then, in a flash, he sank his teeth into her flesh.

“Ah—!”

Liang Xiumei screamed—but the sound was abruptly cut off.

The boy snapped her neck with a single twist.

He sneered down at her lifeless body.

“Tch. Don’t you know I hate do-gooders the most?”

Then, he cracked open her skull, scooped out a handful of brain matter, and devoured it with relish.

Blood smeared across his face as he ate, his expression one of pure satisfaction.

When he finished, his pea-sized pupils gleamed brighter—and seemed to have grown slightly larger.

Wiping his bloodied hands on Liang Xiumei’s clothes, he then pulled a packet of tissues from his pocket, carefully cleaning the blood from his lips.

Finally, he dragged her corpse to a pile of dead leaves and haphazardly concealed it.

With everything taken care of, Tong Zhan adjusted his cap and strode toward a nearby crowd...

That’s right.

This “little boy” was none other than the psychic-type zombie king who, in his past life, had led a horde to overrun the Western Base, resulting in Lu Chen’s death.

In this life, he had been killed by Yun Xiaoxiao during her group’s journey to Yun City, in a small town they passed through.

Tong Zhan!

He had died that day.

But not completely.

Because he had reawakened in the body of a little boy who had just been bitten by a zombie.

This time, unlike in his previous life where he hadn’t turned at all, he had fully transformed into a small zombie.

His soul, however, remained his own.

Outwardly, he behaved exactly like a mindless undead.

He was acutely aware of his actions, yet powerless to stop them.

Until one day, he pounced on a person.

After biting them to death, he voraciously consumed their brain.

And that was when he discovered something—

Every time he ate the brain of a certain type of person, his consciousness regained a little more control.

His appearance also inched closer to that of a normal human.