After closing the door, he moved through the forest like a teleporting ghost, killing everyone in less than five minutes.

The moonlight couldn't penetrate the forest in the darkness.

Some people didn't even realize what was happening before they met their maker.

Qin Zhi noticed all sorts of tools on them: curved swords, machetes, rifles, grenades, ropes, AKs, pistols, crowbars, mechanical watches...

Pick a few useful ones to put in the space.

Although the zombies kept coming for the imperial green gem in the little zombie's brain, causing a lot of trouble, they also managed to collect quite a few good things. Qin Zhi had blood splattered on his face and had to take another shower.

He thought that, given the little zombie's heartless nature, it had fallen asleep.

As a result, the person was sitting in the passenger seat, holding a plate of peeled corn in his hands. When Qin Zhi returned, he presented the plate to him.

The man's eyes lit up. He grabbed the little zombie and pulled it into his arms, causing the plate to slip from his grasp.

All the corn has fallen.

The little zombie that was so docile and soft just a moment ago.

They immediately bristled, punching Qin Zhi in the chest and shoving him aside. They picked up some corn and put it in their mouths. The others also picked it up, crawled to the corner, curled up and ate it, their eyes red and pitiful no matter how you looked at them.

Qin Zhi: "..."

The little zombie often has sudden emotional outbursts.

Qin Zhi was completely bewildered.

She was smiling at him just a second ago.

They gave him corn as well.

What's going on now?

Qin Zhi reviewed his actions from earlier, then came in and saw Xiao Sha carrying a plate with six stacked ears of corn on it. He grabbed the little zombie's wrist and pulled him close, causing him to lose his grip on the plate and drop all the corn. The little zombie punched him angrily and picked up the corn...

Well……

Why?

Let's review the situation again.

Upon entering, I saw a little zombie carrying a plate with six sticks on it...

A sudden thought struck me: Could it be that he was angry because he didn't accept her and even dropped the corn?

The more Qin Zhi thought about it, the more it seemed to be true. He took off his shoes and squeezed next to the little zombie. After all, it was inside a car. Even with the seats joined together, the area for lying down was still larger, but overall it was still cramped.

The man was naturally tall and large, so this block blocked his way.

The little zombie couldn't get out.

He snorted, picked up the plate, and started munching on corn. His hands, which he had just washed, became sticky again. Qin Zhi leaned close to the little zombie, smelling his fragrant baby, and felt a surge of joy.

"Silly girl, what's your name?"

Little zombie: I'm nibbling, ... and nibbling

After finishing one ear of corn, Qin Zhi watched the little hamster munching on the second, his eyes filled with joy. The little zombie ate corn quickly. After it finished, he brought a basin of water for it to wash its hands. During this time, the little fool let out a burp.

I want to sleep.

?(?′0`?)?

Stretch your arms.

When you like someone, your gaze will always be on them. Qin Zhi is like that. He kept looking at the little zombie, his eyes almost overflowing with honey. Nan Yu is too thin. She is so thin that she dares not touch her again after eating her once.

Put the pillow away.

Qin Zhi let the little zombie sleep against the back of the driver's seat. Although the possibility of someone opening the door was zero, even if it did, the driver's seat would block it, so nothing would happen immediately. Qin Zhi lay down next to him.

The little one complained that he was crowding him.

With his arms braced against his chest and his feet kicking, and with something supporting him from behind, the little zombie easily kicked Qin Zhi to the far side.

Qin Zhi moved back, and the little zombie kicked again.

Move, kick, move, kick, move, kick...

Back and forth dozens of times, Qin Zhi grabbed the little foot and apologized:

"I'm sorry, I should have eaten the corn you gave me first. I dropped it before eating it, it's my fault. Don't be angry, baby. You're the cutest little zombie I've ever seen. You're beautiful, well-behaved, and have such a soft face. If you kiss me, I'll be the happiest person in the world~"

He was babbling a bunch of nonsense, which the little zombie couldn't understand at all; it was just noise. He only kept grabbing at *%\/*#**corn**cute\/#*kiss me*\/%**

Why would you kiss a cute corn cob?

Even if you say he's stupid, he can sometimes think logically.

To say he's not stupid... it's normal not to see it.

"I was wrong, baby. Let's rest for two days, and I'll take you to get revenge. After we get revenge, let's go to a safe base, okay?"

Little zombie: "Quack."

Qin Zhi: "Quack quack quack."

The little zombie's eyes widened, paused for about four or five seconds, and then snuggled into Qin Zhi's arms like a well-behaved baby. The man raised an eyebrow in surprise and hugged the little zombie tighter.

It got rejected again.

Qin Zhi rolled his eyes and tentatively said, "Quack."

The little zombie immediately perked up (?????): "Quack."

Qin Zhi: "Let me hug you." He added, "Quack."

The little zombie understood and obediently let Qin Zhi hold it.

The system suspects he can understand things intentionally; his idiotic brain only likes to hear what he wants to hear.

"Croak..." The little zombie yawned. Even though it had slept during the day, it was still sleepy at this time. The temperature was just right, and the mattress was soft, making it perfect for sleeping.

Qin Zhi felt a pang of sadness; the thought of the little zombie's suffering made him want to flatten the city on the ground!

Several waves of zombies came during the night, which annoyed Qin Zhi. In the latter half of the night, he simply went to the driver's seat to doze off. If anyone came, he would run them over. The little zombie had been holding Qin Zhi's hand since he fell asleep.

He and the other person were holding hands as he went to the driver's seat.

The next day.

The first rays of dawn were breaking.

The light shone into the car through the glass.

The little zombie slept soundly and peacefully. When he woke up, his eyes were still closed, his arms were outstretched like a kitten's, and he was yawning.

Qin Zhi rubbed his throbbing forehead, and seeing that the pretty little baby was awake, he turned to touch the baby's face and smiled, "You're awake. We'll leave in a bit."

He drove a short distance last night.

The teams that came to grab the Imperial Green jade were like they had GPS trackers installed on them, one wave after another, completely out of control, so they simply stopped driving and rested on the spot.

The little zombie had already digested the corn he ate last night. When he woke up, he needed to use the restroom, so Qin Zhi poured him a glass of warm water. After drinking it, the little zombie put on his shoes and went downstairs.

Qin Zhi accompanied him.

Another car came from the side road behind, traveling at high speed. It seemed that it did not expect there to be an armored vehicle in front of it, and it slammed on the brakes. Everyone in the car was thrown forward by inertia and then bounced backward.

Qin Zhi was so overwhelmed by those few waves of activity in the middle of the night that he developed a stress response.

The superpower was too depleted; it would take an hour or two to recover. He drew his gun, ready to fire. The people inside quickly came down and raised their hands. Another person, holding a small white flag, trembled and shouted:

"Boss, it's us... don't attack..."

The sounds were all hollow.

They were terrified that Qin Zhi would fire.

Qin Zhi: "..."

Staring at the four people—three men and one woman—she couldn't recognize them even after several glances. She cocked her gun, ready to fire, and Wang Ting quickly took out the portrait from her backpack.

The image above shows the little zombie's face.

Qin Zhi frowned even more deeply, recalling how he had scared dozens of groups of people in his search for the little zombie. There were just too many; how could he possibly remember everyone's face?

Anyway, I've found a wife now.

Keeping them around is pointless.

Who knows if they're here to collect imperial green jade?

Better to kill the innocent than let the guilty go free.

Li Hao raised his gun, his legs went weak with fear, and he knelt down with a thud. He raised his hands, waving the little white flag incessantly, his voice trembling, as if he was about to cry.