131: Chapter 131 Zombie King

The eyes of the crowd brightened even more: "Rest assured, Young Master Wang, as long as we follow you, we will definitely be able to get out!"

"That's right, Young Master Wang, we believe in you!"

Wang Lin listened to those words, and the corner of his mouth twitched.

"Believe? You believe my ass."

"If you all knew that The Progenitor wasn't killed by me, would you still believe in me?"

Wang Lin had no other choice. Facing so many zombies, he could only use that move...

Wang Lin raised his hand and touched his face.

[Thousand Faces] activated.

Wang Lin's face began to change, turning into a zombie again.

Wang Lin said that, but in his heart, he didn't care about the lives of those people. As long as he didn't die, what did the others have to do with him?

Now that he was a zombie anyway, he couldn't fight his own kind, right? Those zombies wouldn't attack their own kind.

"Everyone, follow me and charge..."

Those zombies opened their mouths and lunged toward Wang Lin.

Wang Lin instinctively raised his fist, preparing to strike.

But the zombies' movements suddenly stopped. They stood there blankly, emitting low hisses from their mouths, as if in submission.

Then, the zombie at the very front slowly knelt down, lowered its head, and placed its hands on the ground, like a believer worshipping a deity.

The zombies behind it also followed and knelt down—one, two, ten, a hundred, a thousand.

Like dominoes, they knelt before Wang Lin one after another.

Their movements were uniform, like a well-trained army.

Wang Lin was stunned, his fist still raised in mid-air, having forgotten to put it down.

What was going on?

Wang Lin took a step forward, but those zombies didn't move; they remained kneeling on the ground.

He took another step forward, but the zombies still didn't move.

Wang Lin took the third step, the fourth step, the fifth step.

Not only did the zombies not attack him, but they also cleared a path.

A straight path extended from Wang Lin's feet to the entrance of the portal.

Actually, the reason was simple. These zombies were mutations resulting from the injection of The Progenitor's genes.

But now that Wang Lin had inherited The Progenitor's Superpower, in the eyes of the zombies, Wang Lin was their King—the King who had created them.

Just like how that ruby had controlled that zombie beast before.

Everyone was stunned by this scene, their weapons raised in mid-air, having forgotten to put them down.

Looking at the zombies kneeling on the ground, only one word filled their minds: Zombie King.

Jin Yuanbao's eyes widened like copper bells: "Brother Wang... you... you became... you became their King..."

Wang Lin walked at the very front, his hands in his pockets: "Why do you think I disguised myself as a zombie?"

"I just wanted to understand their movements, learn their movements, and make them think we are one of them, understand?"

Jin Yuanbao was impressed by Wang Lin to the point of prostration: "I don't understand, but it feels very impressive."

The crowd was also dumbfounded. Could it really be like this? When others play cosplay, it's just simple cosplay.

But Wang Lin's cosplay directly turned himself into a Zombie King?

What kind of move is this?... The legendary mysterious operation?... What the hell did I just see?

Wang Lin walked to the front of the portal, stopped, turned around, and glanced at the zombies kneeling on the ground.

They knelt there, heads bowed, motionless, like a silent act of worship.

The crowd also followed, turning their heads to look, experiencing a floating sensation.

A feeling of being high above, looking down on all living things, the feeling of reigning over the world.

Some people started to enjoy this feeling and were reluctant to leave.

"Look... they are kneeling... they are kneeling before me..."

"Tell me, do I look like a monarch, and do they look like subjects..."

Before the words could fade, those zombies moved instantly and rushed toward the portal.

The crowd turned back and suddenly discovered that Wang Lin was gone.

He had already stepped out of the portal, his figure disappearing into that blinding white light.

Someone cursed: "Damn it! Wang Lin ran away!"

Someone shouted: "Run...!"

The crowd started running toward the portal. A few who didn't make it were grabbed by the ankles by zombies and dragged back, screams echoing from behind.

No one looked back, and no one stopped.

...

Outside the portal, the grey, hazy sky looked like a dirty rag that couldn't be washed clean.

Wang Lin was the first to come out of the portal, looking left and right.

Next was Jin Yuanbao, followed by Su Wan, Shen Yuan, and Su Tang.

Slowly, more and more people came out. After everyone had exited, the white light disappeared, revealing a grey-white stone wall.

"I'm alive! I'm still fucking alive!"

"I didn't die! I didn't die! Hahaha..."

"It was Wang Lin... it was Wang Lin who saved us..."

"Right! It was Wang Lin! He was the one who defeated The Progenitor! He was the one who let us out of the portal!"

"If it weren't for him, we would have been dead long ago!"

More people started to chime in, their voices surging from all directions.

At this moment, someone shouted: "Quiet!"

The surrounding noise instantly vanished, and they looked toward the direction the voice came from.

The crowd automatically cleared a path.

A person wearing a Tiger mask walked out from the crowd.

It was Tiger. Tiger of the Twelve Zodiacs.

He glanced at Wang Lin, then said: "People of the Twelve Zodiacs, come with me."

The people from Miracle Company shouted and took their own people away.

Jin Yuanbao walked up to Wang Lin: "Brother Wang, I have to go. People from Miracle Company are here to pick me up. Thank you for this time..."

Wang Lin smiled: "Go ahead. There will be plenty of opportunities to meet in the future."

After speaking, Wang Lin followed the people of the Twelve Zodiacs.

Tiger stood in front of the crowd and said: "Who can tell me what happened inside?"

The leader of the Twelve Zodiacs stepped forward.

He began to recount everything from entering the temple to coming out...

He spoke vividly, as if telling a story, and while speaking, he kept looking at Wang Lin.

After listening, Tiger was silent for a long time, then walked up to Wang Lin and patted his shoulder.

"Well done. Kid, I really didn't misjudge you."

Wang Lin was stunned for a moment, thinking to himself: "When did you think highly of me? How come I don't know about it?"

"How many times have we met? How many words have we spoken? I don't even know who you are, and you already think highly of me?"

Tiger withdrew his hand and looked at the crowd again: "Did you all gain anything?"

"If you have any good items, you can sell them to the Twelve Zodiacs. The prices will be favorable."

The crowd's eyes brightened; there were some items they really didn't need, so they might as well sell them.

Thus, they placed their items on the table one after another—potions, crystal cores, weapons...

Su Tang also walked up and took out a few items from her pocket.

A crystal core glowing with blue light, a pill of unknown purpose, and a short blade with a layer of cyan light flowing on the blade.

"Lord Tiger, what do you think of these items?"

Tiger looked down, glanced at them, and said indifferently: "Not bad..."

Wang Lin thought for a moment and also took out the Nightmare Mask.