Chapter 1806: Chapter 1799: The Zombie King Who Eats Spicy Pepper Noodles
Regarding some high-level zombies disguising themselves as humans to enter survivor bases, Su Sigui didn’t know when she began to turn a blind eye. Perhaps it was due to the influence of the Royal Court. She began to believe that these high-level zombies, whose intelligence was no less than that of normal humans, would encounter some interesting events in the Human Base, like meeting a particular person whose impact on the high-level zombie would prevent it from seeing itself and humans as merely hunter and prey, and it would become him or her!
In this way, humans could also have a similar assimilating effect on zombies like an infection!
But Ryle was different; he seemed more like he was playing a game, constantly using his eyes to learn about the world. Although he met many people, he remained unwavering in positioning himself as the hunter!
You could see his attitude from when he destroyed the Hidden Dragon Shelter City.
Perhaps he had long entered China, and maybe somewhere, some survivor doesn’t know that the person next to them is a fearsome Zombie King!
And she wasn’t wrong. At this moment, in a large Sanctuary City in the southwest, in some restaurant, a handsome mixed-race teenager tiptoed like a butterfly through the crowded aisle, gently placing the plate in his hands on the table at number four.
"Look, the food is here again!" The youth’s appearance was so beautifully exaggerated, almost like the Narcissus of Greek mythology, and the smile between his brows caught the eyes of many young women. When he occasionally turned his head towards them as if he sensed something, it made these women blush with shyness.
A few bolder women stood up wanting to approach him, but just as they stood, they hesitated upon seeing the masked man devouring his meal across the table. After a moment of hesitation, they eventually sat back down.
Beside that masked man lay a two-meter-long serrated sword, stained with blood and bits of unidentified flesh, inducing a chill at a glance!
This person was clearly not a benevolent sort; for their safety’s sake, the women could only suppress their admiration.
The young man’s smile was filled with excitement. After sitting down, he couldn’t help but lick his lips. Having placed the plate full of food on the table, he pulled several cans of chili powder from his pocket, eagerly sprinkling it over the food.
The masked man opposite noticed the other had returned and also stopped what he was doing. He looked at the newly served dishes and saw a lot of skewers on the plate, but unfortunately, they weren’t any gourmet delicacy, but rather, Little Qiang before the Apocalypse!
Yes! Grilled cockroaches!
In the early Apocalypse, many people, lacking food, had to add mice and cockroaches into their diet. Over time, people gradually accepted these foods, and in some famous survivor bases or Shelter Cities, this kind of food is still popular, although most of those eating it are ordinary people living at the bottom of society, and those low-level new humans.
These people didn’t have much Yajin, but could only afford these foods which didn’t seem too acceptable to most yet could satisfy an occasional craving.
The common way to prepare cockroaches was to remove the head, feet, and wings and fry them in hot oil. But oil in the Apocalypse was expensive and hard for most people to obtain, so the majority would just grill them.
He couldn’t understand why, despite not lacking Evolution Crystals, the other still had a curious fondness for this food which he himself couldn’t accept. Though his mask obscured his expression, the furrow in his brow was visible through the eye slots.
"Ha-ha..." he snorted contemptuously, said nothing, shook his head, and then lowered it again to continue with everything else on the table except the grilled cockroaches.
"What are you laughing at?" The young man’s every word and action revealed a kind of classical elegance as if he didn’t belong in this apocalypse. He seemed more like a noble descendant from a Central European family; however, it was this exact "person" who paid no heed to his image while eating,
The chili powder was sprinkled in a full circle over the grilled cockroaches, and he opened the lid and poured the chili powder directly into his mouth, then picked up a skewer of cockroaches and began eating in large bites. Despite his poor eating style, it only made the nearby women more entranced.
This was not crude but was called straightforwardness without pretense!
He asked while eating, and before long, his mouth was full of food.
"I don’t know why you would like this stuff, but to me, it looks like garbage."
"You’re not me. To me, this isn’t tasty. What I like the most is this." The youth explained, pushing the chili powder on the table forward.
"Do you like spicy food?"
"I don’t know, but among your human food, this stuff is the only thing I can discern any taste from. As for the rest, I’m sorry, but it feels like chewing concrete."
"So as long as there’s chili powder, anything you eat smells good?"
"Exactly!" The youth gave a thumbs-up, then grabbed another can of chili powder and poured a large mouthful into his mouth.
The man in the mask was a bit speechless but soon found relief in it. If the other were normal, he might have suspected the guy was possessed by something else.
The youth had no preference regarding food, as he didn’t have a normal person’s taste. Human food had no flavor to him, and the only differentiation between good and bad was texture.
Therefore, he liked crispier human foods, which would make a "crunchy" sound when bitten, and grilled cockroaches fell into this category.
Crunch, crunch~
The crisp sounds of the grilled cockroaches being crushed in the youth’s mouth came one after another, causing the man who was initially eating to lose all appetite instantly. Unconsciously, he reached for the serrated sword nearby, wanting to split this fellow’s head open with a single slash, but finally suppressed his irritation, while the other seemed oblivious.
Of course, the youth might have noticed, but he didn’t care.
The man in the mask tossed his utensils aside, his gaze sweeping around the room. Seeing those women gazing at the youth with starry eyes, he could not help but snort coldly.
If those fools were told the person before them was a Zombie King from another continent, would they faint on the spot?