Captain Zhu's gaze was vacant, but his voice was filled with certainty.
It seemed he believed that the so-called True God would have a way to turn a zombie back into a human.
Perhaps, whether true or not, this was his obsession, and his only way out.
"What if the True God can't?"
Bai Xiqin touched the Mandala Flower in her hand, questioning Captain Zhu's statement.
The Mandala Flower emitted a strange fragrance, drifting toward Captain Zhu.
In Captain Zhu's mind, a doubt arose within his heart.
"It won't happen, it won't happen. As long as the True God is resurrected, he surely can fulfill everyone's wishes. By then, everyone will be a Superpower User, and there will no longer be any boundaries between zombies and humans!"
Captain Zhu's face showed a slight ferocity.
Bai Xiqin frowned slightly.
The so-called True God must be a mysterious organization, and the members of this mysterious organization are all dedicated to researching various superpowers in the apocalypse.
