One day, while fighting zombies, I suddenly felt thirsty and wanted to eat fruit. The streets were deserted, and the shops were either smashed or looted. There was nowhere to buy fruit, and even searching might not yield any results.

Anyway, he has plenty of space, so he can tinker around with it.

He had barely put any clothes in his own pocket, let alone anything suitable for a little zombie. Watching the little figure walk away, Qin Zhi decided to take him to the city.

We've already slept together.

How could I not buy him two pieces of clothing?

The little zombie took the bowl to the cornfield to eat.

Looking at the corn cobs on the stalk made him happy, and when he was in a good mood, he ate with relish.

Just as he was about to sit down on the dirt, a large foot lifted his bottom. Qin Zhi placed a chair behind him and said:

"If I sit on a stool, the floor will be dirty, and I'll have to wash it."

The little zombie often automatically filters out his words.

But since the stool was placed under his butt, he must have sat down.

He bumped his back again, and while he was eating corn, his eyes were unfocused, but you could tell he was unhappy. His skin was soft, white, and squishy, ​​like a little figurine; he was really cute.

The little zombie has a huge appetite.

That night, they pulled up half of Qin Zhi's corn stalks.

Each corn stalk contains 2-4 ears of corn.

There were at least a hundred or so ears of corn. The little zombie ate half of it. Although it was stuffed, forty or fifty ears of corn is an amount that ordinary people really can't afford to feed, especially in the apocalypse, where those who can eat don't live long.

The little zombie slurped up every last bit, not wasting a single one. Qin Zhi watched his frugal way of eating, his lips twitching slightly, and said, "The five or six pieces in the bowl are enough for you, no need to slurp."

It's like he can't afford to support him.

Less than two minutes later, Qin Zhi contradicted himself.

Five or six pieces are not enough for him; five more bowls would be more appropriate.

After finishing eating, the little zombie licked its pink lips, pointed at the corn stalks in the soil, and seeing that Qin Zhi didn't move, it tiptoed over without looking at him and broke them off.

Then gently tear open the outer garment.

To deceive oneself right under the other party's nose.

The little zombie probably thought that as long as he didn't look at the other person, the humans wouldn't notice him stealing food.

I ate another seven or eight.

As Qin Zhi watched the cornfield shrink, he hesitated to speak. He had planted these to experiment with transplanting, so that the little zombies could eat them one by one. There was only a little bit left, and they could finish it in two days.

He pulled out the little zombies as well, and quickly moved the rest into his space. If they could survive, he would raise them, and later, when the corn would produce more corn, he would let the little fool eat his fill.

If it doesn't grow, we'll give it to the little fool later.

Half for each person.

The little zombie dragged its half to the camphor tree and, like an old man in the countryside, picked corn cobs one by one, stacking them neatly.

The golden turtle has finally found its host.

I was panting heavily from exhaustion.

This dimension has done it a terrible job.

【Host】

【Host】

【Southern Jade, Jadeite】

【corn!】

The little zombie didn't react when you called its name before, but it would only look up when you called it "corn". The golden turtle stretched its head to meet the host's gaze.

It's me, Turtle.

Have you evolved even a little bit today?

As long as your brain can understand.

Our task will be easier.

Let me go through the task with you first.

[Think about it yourself]

Let me know when the operation will take place.

[By the way, host, I can't access the Mustard Seed Space right now, and my magnetic field connection with you is intermittent. If you keep me in your pocket, I can correct your course at any time.]

[The female lead, Lu Panpan...]

As soon as the golden turtle began to tell the story, it felt itself being kicked away, and after a dizzying spin, it fell into a haystack.

turtle:!!!

The little zombie found him too long-winded and couldn't understand a word he said, while the golden turtle buzzed around his ear like a fly.

It's like sitting there working in the summer, and a few flies fly by your ear, buzzing and circling, which is both noisy and annoying.

"Hey, you silly goose, you husk the corn here, I'm going back to eat first." Qin Zhi said to the little zombie before leaving, "Don't wander off, I'll come pick you up after I finish eating."

The little zombie raised its head slightly when it heard the corn, then lowered its head and went back to doing its own thing, without responding at all.

Qin Zhi was still worried about the little fool, feeling that he might run away with the corn.

After all, it's not like he's never done it before.

They put a vine here to keep watch.

The little zombie plucked all the corn before starting to eat. It was sweet, tender, and crunchy, so delicious that its eyes squinted.

When Qin Zhi finished eating and came over, the little zombie was already 110% full.

He feels like he's missing out if he doesn't eat until he's stuffed at every meal.

Its little belly was bulging, and the ground was covered with corn cobs, corn husks, and a huge pile of corn stalks. The little zombie, who originally didn't sit on the chair, was probably tired from eating too much.

Lying on the ground.

Qin Zhi's lips twitched when he saw that he had eaten all the corn.

They eat so much.

It seems I need to use the space to store some food.

The amount of corn he eats in one sitting is enough to last him half a month, no exaggeration. He looks like a pretty, delicate woman with a small appetite, but he can actually eat so much.

I want to take the little fool back to rest.

The silly girl doesn't want him to hold her.

They had to lie on the dirty ground.

Qin Zhi: "..."

He vaguely noticed that something seemed wrong with the boy's eyes. He squatted down and carefully pried open the little zombie's eyes. The little zombie was in pain and reached out to push, but Qin Zhi used vines to tie him up. The boy was wearing colored contact lenses.

Can I wear this in my eyes all the time?

It seems like he hasn't taken them off since I met him. How could a fool who can't understand a word wear colored contact lenses? Is he a family member?

I washed my hands and prepared to help him take it off.

The little zombie wasn't very obedient, and Qin Zhi hadn't awakened any mind control abilities, so he could only coax it, "Be good, don't move. I'll give you corn, cherries, carrots, lots of delicious food later. Don't move around."

Hearing that there was corn to eat, he didn't know what cherry carrots were.

But it fell silent.

The moment Qin Zhi took off his colored contact lenses, his pupils widened in shock. The little fool's irises were gray, almost white, and his pupils were bright black—the hallmark of a zombie's eyes… He, he was a zombie?

Zombies!

Qin Zhi's body was stiff. The reason he didn't run away was because the little zombie had scratched and bitten him a few days ago. It was spread through the air, through blood, through saliva, directly and indirectly...

Oh no, Qin Zhi never expected that his overconfidence would lead to his downfall at the hands of a zombie.

The contact lens fell from his hand, and Qin Zhi looked down.

The little zombie blinked and suddenly felt that the world had become clear.

Zombie eyes are different from human eyes.

Wearing colored contact lenses does not impair vision.

Zombies are different; they have a special membrane in their eyes, and once something covers them, it's like breathing on a glass window on a rainy day.

The vines loosened their grip as Qin Zhi was shocked.

The little zombie could move its hand again. It pointed to its left eye, and when Qin Zhi didn't move, it poked his eye with his finger, roughly meaning: This side needs to be clear too.

Qin Zhi: "..."

The gaze fixed on the little zombie's face was complex.

They removed his other contact lens as well.

Ignoring the other person's resistance, they carried them back to the room.

If the puppy infects him, then he'll just have to die of overeating first.