Chapter 524 The Base Boss’s Zombie Wife 47

Nangong Cheng's deep black eyes were mysterious and dark, and his face was full of disbelief.

A thousand horses were galloping through his mind - he didn't even recognize these two people!

What on earth is going on? Did they lose their memory?

Holding on to a glimmer of hope, Nangong Cheng took a deep breath, calmed himself, and asked again:

"Well... do you still remember where you live and what your name is?" There was a hint of anticipation and nervousness in his voice.

Nangong Jin and Mu Bingling looked at each other, then lowered their heads, picked up their pens and began to write quickly on the paper.

Not long after, lines of handwriting appeared clearly before my eyes.

Nangong Jin finished writing first and handed the paper to Nangong Cheng.

It clearly read: "My name is Nangong Jin, and I live in Jing City. I seem to have seven people in my family, but I'm not sure who they are."

Immediately afterwards, Mu Bingling also handed over the written paper, the contents of which were roughly as follows:

"My name is Mu Bingling, and I'm also from Jing City. I only vaguely remember that my father's name seemed to be Mu Ye, but as for other details, I have no idea at all."

Nangong Cheng took the paper written by the two, looked at it carefully, then slowly turned his gaze to Nangong Jin and said softly:

"It seems that I am not wrong. I am your elder brother, Nangong Cheng."

Then, Nangong Cheng frowned and asked with a puzzled and concerned tone:

"Why are you all silent? What happened? Is it because your throat is injured and you can't speak, or is there some other reason?"

He glanced sharply at the two people in front of him, trying to find some clues from their expressions and demeanor.

After continuous improvement and evolution, the strength of these two zombies has reached the seventh level.

Now they are only one step away from level eight. With just the right opportunity, they can successfully break through the bottleneck.

Because of this, unless necessary, they will deliberately conceal their unique zombie aura and keep a certain distance from others to avoid having their true identities discovered.

However, Nangong Cheng is extremely powerful and has sharp insight after all.

Despite this, it took him a lot of effort to confirm that the two people in front of him were not ordinary humans, but he still could not see through their true identity as zombies.

Nangong Jin and Mu Bingling looked at each other with bewildered expressions on their faces. For a moment, they didn't know how to respond to each other.

Do they have to make the truth public and confess to Nangong Cheng that they are not real humans, but the dreaded zombies?

Once this truth is revealed, it will probably cause an uproar and bring unpredictable consequences.

Thinking of this, the two zombies couldn't help but fall into silence, and their mood became increasingly heavy.

Seeing the look of hesitation and dilemma on their faces, Nangong Cheng frowned and asked:

"Is this question really so difficult to ask? Or do you simply not know how to answer it?" There was a hint of confusion and dissatisfaction in his tone.

However, Nangong Jin, who was sitting next to him, suddenly said, "Actually, it's not difficult."

His voice was calm and firm, and he seemed to have his own unique insights on the issue.

"If it's really not that difficult, why are you being so hesitant and evasive?

Is there something unspeakable going on?"

Nangong Cheng stared at the other person closely, a trace of helpless confusion flashed in his eyes, and continued to ask: "Can't you really tell me the truth?"

Seeing how persistent he was in wanting to know the answer, Nangong Jin felt helpless, like a punctured balloon, instantly losing all his momentum.

He lowered his head silently, picked up a pen and quickly wrote a line on the paper: "Because we are zombies! Are you satisfied with this answer?"

Along with the rustling sound of the pen tip rubbing against the paper, these words seemed to carry an unspeakable heaviness.

They lay there quietly, as if telling the questioner an unknown secret.

After finishing writing, Nangong Jin let out a long sigh, as if he was letting out all the troubles in his heart.

Nangong Cheng's face showed astonishment, as if he was hit by a bolt from the blue.

He had imagined countless possible situations in his mind, but he never expected that the reason they didn't speak was because they were zombies!

This was completely unexpected and caught him off guard.

Nangong Cheng's heart seemed to be pulled by an invisible force, and his thoughts gradually drifted away.

He sat quietly on the sofa, his eyes confused and deep, as if he wanted to see everything that happened in the past through the two people in front of him.

Nangong Cheng felt unprecedentedly confused and entangled about what to say next.

He was well aware of the importance of these words, but he didn't know how to express them so that the other party could truly understand what he meant.

He had so many things in his mind but couldn't find a suitable place to start, which made him feel anxious.

As time passed, Nangong Cheng was still immersed in his own world of thinking and unable to extricate himself.

He kept recalling past experiences, thinking about the current situation and what might happen in the future.

All kinds of thoughts flooded into his mind, intertwined like a tangled mess, making it increasingly difficult for him to sort out the thoughts.

Finally, all the myriad threads came together into three simple words - "I'm sorry."

He glanced at Mu Bingling somewhat reluctantly, and then continued:

"It's all my fault. I knew that some things couldn't be investigated thoroughly, but I couldn't control my worries. As a result, your identities were exposed..."

It's all my fault for being so ignorant that I had to find out the truth.

Seeing that Nangong Cheng had no reaction after hearing that they had turned into zombies, Mu Bingling finally felt relieved. He heaved a long sigh of relief and said, "It's okay."