The Zombie Emperor with a Dead Contract

Zombies, gathering the resentment of heaven and earth, are born of filth, not old, not dead, not extinguished. Abandoned by the three realms of heaven and earth and man outside the six paths of sentient beings, wandering and helpless, displaced, using resentment as strength and blood as food in the world, and using the blood of sentient beings to vent endless loneliness. Not regulated by the six paths, having endless years. Since I have come to the zombie world and become a zombie, then I will become the master of the zombie world. That is, a zombie is the king of zombies.