After Rebirth in the Apocalypse, My Whole Family Are Big Shots

Bai Xizhu only survived three years in the apocalypse before she died. Returning to before the apocalypse, she accidentally activated a portable space, which came with ancient mythical beasts from ...

Chapter 216 The Professional Qualities of an Excellent Embalmer

This zombie was wrong!

Even if you're not good-looking or not very bright, I shouldn't look down on you!

Please tell the boss not to let the Corpse Path destroy me!

The energy in the crystal core of my brain is impure, it has no superpowers at all, and it's worthless!

The zombie in the suit didn't say a word, but Bai Xizhu could read all sorts of cowardly words into its rotting face.

Bai Xizhu's lips twitched, and she silently put the dagger back.

I always feel that my behavior is too... silly.

She's probably the first person to threaten zombies!

However... this is the first time I've seen a zombie so cowardly.

"Hey, what's wrong?"

After putting on her gloves and applying toner, Wang Yiyun was just about to moisturize the zombie in the suit when she saw it hunching over timidly.

After bowing for five seconds, the zombie in the suit stood up again, a faint smile on his face covered in rotting flesh, giving Wang Yiyun a gentlemanly smile.

You can start making those ugly boxed lunches now.

Everyone: ...

I have a feeling that this zombie in the suit looks down on humans!

But it always maintained a gentlemanly demeanor, and seemed to think that those disdainful expressions towards humans were just an illusion.

Wang Yiyun and Liu Jing didn't care about any of that; they grabbed the toner and slapped it onto the face of the zombie man in the suit.

One left cheek, one right cheek.

The zombie in the suit stood motionless, letting them slap him in the face.

"Tsk, your face is so dry. You should put on more toner. It's obvious you don't drink water often!"

Wang Yiyun clicked her tongue.

The zombie in the suit had rotting flesh on its face that was pitch black, and black blood was seeping out from time to time.

Even with the black blood moisturizing it, you can still see the curled-up white dead skin.

That makes sense. Zombies only know how to eat flesh and blood, and I bet no zombie ever drinks eight cups a day.

No wonder it's getting scabs!

The zombie in the suit twitched his face.

What is the food in front of you saying?

It didn't hear clearly.

Pat its face with your fingers as you eat.

All it could smell was the increasingly strong fragrance of human flesh at the tip of its nose.

The aroma of flesh and blood filled his mind, and he let out two suppressed hoarse sounds.

The oppressive aura emanating from him suddenly became much heavier again.