"My kind?" Tang Ye looked up again.
"Yes."
"After the zombies are digested, they all turn into these things?"
"Digested? You catch on quick, thinking of that word so fast. But you're mistaken. They are indeed your kind. However, only normal humans or high-level zombies with intelligence comparable to normal humans can become ordinary people. To Dairya, they are just nutrient-less waste, exiled here and fed scraps."
"Some low-level zombies?"
"Correct. The ones that just transformed from normal beings into zombies, those without any thought capacity who only know how to feed. They are your kind. You started off the same, didn't you?"
"My situation might have been different," Tang Ye murmured to himself, but did not voice it out loud.
He took note of a word in the woman's speech.
Nutrients?
