Rebirth Stockpiling: The Little Girl Sweeps Through the Apocalypse

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All the mutated zombies had been killed.

Some were busy extracting crystal cores, while others took the chance to rest.

Yun Xiaoxiao lowered the hunchbacked man from mid-air.

Exchanging a glance with Ling Jing, he immediately understood her intention.

He raised his hand, and a black crow instantly flew to hover above the hunchbacked man’s head, circling relentlessly.

The hunchbacked man stared warily at Yun Xiaoxiao and the others, his nerves stretched taut.

“Old man, why don’t the zombies bite you?”

Yun Xiaoxiao smiled sweetly, voicing the biggest question on her mind.

Hunchbacked man: *Old man?! I’m only in my forties!*

His mind screamed in outrage, but his mouth betrayed him, answering against his will.

“Because the Master bestowed us with mystical power.”

As soon as the words left his lips, he clapped a hand over his mouth, bewildered by his own involuntary confession.

“Mystical power?” Yun Xiaoxiao repeated the phrase, then raised an eyebrow. “How is it bestowed?”

The man pressed his lips together, struggling not to answer.

Yet, in the end, he couldn’t resist.

“You just have to let the Master bite you.”

Once the words spilled out, he wanted to die on the spot.

*Betraying the Master… If he finds out, I’m dead for sure!*

“Look!”

As the man finished speaking, Mu Yang pointed at the back of his hand.

There, a distinct bite mark was clearly visible.

“That’s incredible—one bite makes you immune to zombies?” Nie Yizhou’s eyes sparkled with curiosity.

“No, not exactly. You need to be bitten daily to maintain it.”

When his mouth betrayed him again, the hunchbacked man gave up entirely.

*Whatever.

I’m done.

Who cares anymore.*

Ling Jing’s gaze deepened as he asked, “After being bitten, aside from immunity to zombies, what other effects does it have on the body?”

This piqued his interest.

He himself had bitten two people before.

One was a bandit who raided a rice warehouse.

The other was A-Hao, who had been infected with the zombie virus.

The former turned into a full zombie after being bitten.

The latter became a half-zombie.

But this hunchbacked man’s Master could bite a living person without turning them into a zombie—instead, granting them a protective aura, allowing them to move freely among the undead.

It was undeniably intriguing.

The others also turned their attention to the hunchbacked man.

Clearly, they were just as curious.

The man answered, “If the Master doesn’t renew our power in time—meaning, if he doesn’t bite us daily—we’ll suffer excruciating headaches, unbearable pain.

Then… then we turn into zombies.”

He shuddered violently, as if recalling a horrific scene.

But he quickly added, “As long as he grants us power on time every day, we remain just like normal people.”

Hearing this, Yun Xiaoxiao narrowed her eyes.

“The ‘Master’ you mentioned… is that little boy from earlier?”

“Yes.”

“What’s his name?”

The hunchbacked man shook his head. “I don’t know. He only lets us call him ‘Master.’ His real name is a mystery to me.”

Yun Xiaoxiao frowned.

Something about that boy felt eerily familiar.

But she was certain she had never seen that face before…

Then, suddenly, her eyes widened.

*Wait—no!*

She *had* seen it.

Except back then, it wasn’t a human face—but a pallid, lifeless zombie’s visage.

Memories rushed back in an instant.

During the previous Zombie Purge War, she had encountered a small zombie.

The way it looked at her was unsettling. Despite never having met before, its gaze burned with pure hostility.

As if she were its sworn enemy.

Even then, she knew—this was no ordinary zombie, but an intelligent one.

And intelligent zombies often possessed the ability to control others, eventually evolving into a Zombie King.

So at the time, she had pursued it relentlessly, determined not to let it escape.

But by some twist of fate, it had slipped away.

After that, she never saw it again.

Now, it seemed that little zombie had regained a human appearance.

Not only could it command high-level zombies, but it could also indirectly control humans.

Just imagine—if you were given the chance to roam a world overrun by zombies without fear of being bitten, would you take it?

But once you agreed, you’d become the Zombie King’s puppet.

Because the zombie virus would already be inside you.

You’d have no choice but to obey.

Otherwise, agony would consume you until you became neither human nor zombie—just a wretched monster.

Yun Xiaoxiao’s small face scrunched up in thought.

But even so, she couldn’t understand why that little Zombie King harbored such deep hatred for her.

From the very first glance, its eyes had been filled with venom.

*Too strange.*

And that gaze, that tone… they also felt inexplicably familiar.

Where else had she encountered it before?

Her brows knitted tighter as she pondered.

Then, a chilling possibility struck her.

The only person she could recall who radiated such malice—and who had a grudge against her—was…

The Zombie King from her past life, the one she had killed in this lifetime: *Tong Zhan.*

*Did he… reincarnate too?*

The more she thought about it, the more plausible it seemed.

If that boy’s soul truly belonged to Tong Zhan, then his hatred made perfect sense.

No wonder he had gone to such lengths—using a decoy to impersonate her and harm Peng Shaowei, just to lure her out.

*Hah. How meticulously calculated.*

But the frustrating part was—he had escaped *again.*

“Where is your base?” Yun Xiaoxiao’s voice turned sharp as she glared at the hunchbacked man. “How many of you are there? Or rather… how many zombies does he control?”

They *had* to track him down now.

Otherwise, the consequences would be dire.

The man froze, then shook his head.

“We don’t have a base. Right now, besides me, there are only the three others you saw earlier.

As for zombies… the Master can summon them wherever he goes, so there’s no fixed group following him.”

Yun Xiaoxiao pressed further, but none of his answers yielded useful clues.

The little Zombie King’s whereabouts remained unknown.

With deliberate steps, she approached a dead zombie.

Picking up a discarded wooden stick, she dipped it in the zombie’s blood.

Then, she turned and walked back toward the hunchbacked man.

“Y-you—what are you d-doing?!”

The man scrambled backward on the ground, eyes wide with terror.

His heart pounded wildly in his chest.

Yun Xiaoxiao smiled, her expression deceptively sweet.

“Don’t panic. I’m just running a little experiment. Nothing to worry about.”

“An experiment? What kind of experiment?! I don’t want any experiments!”

The hunchbacked man’s face twisted in horror.