It can all go into his stomach.

The little zombie kept munching on dozens of ears of corn, which took time to finish. Wen Xinxia had witnessed his corn-munching speed before; even a machine couldn't keep up.

Qin Zhi then wrapped the corn in tin foil and threw it into the fire to roast it even faster.

The little zombie's eyes widened, but its mouth was still gnawing.

I want to talk.

But he was single-mindedly thinking, "I need to finish eating quickly, I need to finish eating quickly, and I can stop it once I finish eating."

We finished eating; the corn was almost done roasting.

Qin Zhi used the coal-clamping tongs to pick out the corn from the fire.

The little zombie smelled a sweet fragrance.

Tears, uncontrollable as ever, streamed down her face.

Swallowing frantically.

Even though he was already quite full, he felt like his stomach could still hold a little more.

It smells so good.

Qin Zhi opened the tin foil, and the little zombie let out a "Wow!" Its eyes clearly lit up. The corn hadn't turned into a corpse after being roasted in the fire.

Corn is still corn.

The corn smells nice.

Corn, hehe (?＞﹃＜?)

"Is this for me?"

Hey, he's speaking so fluently now that he doesn't even realize it himself.

Seeing the little zombie's greedy expression, Qin Zhi couldn't help but smile. He found a chopstick, stuck it through the middle, and handed it to his beautiful wife.

The little zombie wiped its hands as if receiving a gift from a god, and accepted it.

Qin Zhi: "Let it cool for a while, it'll be piping hot when it's just cooked."

Not hot at all.

The little zombie picked up a corn cob and popped it into its mouth. One bite, and it felt like a whole new world had opened up for it—corn could be roasted! So fragrant and sweet!

The little zombie was also a 'generous' zombie. Qin Zhi only grilled ten in total, giving one to Wen Xinxia, ​​two and a half to Qin Zhi, and the rest were his.

Let me have a taste.

The Corn King... after all, he's the one who gave him the corn.

Give him an extra one and a half sticks to please him, so he'll make them for me next time.

The little zombie's thought process is particularly shrewd when it comes to food.

Qin Zhi nibbled on five pieces, but before he could even start eating, he saw the little zombie staring at him expectantly. The poor thing was in such a state, so how could Qin Zhi refuse to give it to it?

Put out the fire after you finish eating.

Qin Zhi prepared to go to the South City base.

The car was his and the little zombie's private space; Wen Xinxia was not allowed to enter.

But if he wasn't allowed in, Wen Xinxia couldn't keep up with the pace on foot.

He was also the little zombie's underling.

The little zombie is actually quite loyal.

Finally, Qin Zhi gave him two choices: 1. Sit on the roof of the car.

2. Used as the trunk.

Since the armored vehicle didn't have a trunk, if he really wanted to follow, he would have to tie a rope to the back of the vehicle to use as a trunk.

Anyway, Wen Xinxia won't die.

He'd be fine even if he got shot a few times.

Qin Zhi insisted that the little zombie couldn't help this time; his underlings were important, but he couldn't afford to keep offending the Corn King...

Wen Xinxia had no choice but to tie two ropes to the roof of the car and hold on as tightly as possible to avoid being thrown off by the bumpy ride.

Life for the little zombie is monotonous.

Every day is just eating and sleeping, sleeping and eating.

But he also really liked this kind of life, liked being with Qin Zhi, and the Corn King could feed him well every day. The little zombie who had experienced hardship felt like he was living the life of a god.

Feeling great.

Wen Xinxia is no good; he's having a tough time.

Qin Zhi wanted to abandon him halfway, but if he hadn't been strong enough to hold onto the rope, he would have been thrown away long ago.

During meals, Wen Xinxia could only eat unpalatable compressed biscuits. Except for the first time, Qin Zhi wouldn't let him touch the corn at all, saying it was all made from green crystal corpses.

They can be quite fierce.

(′へ`、)

I don't know how many days and nights have passed.

We've walked through so many ruins.

I passed by so many deserted streets.

He was hunted down by countless squads.

Finally, we can see the landmark of the South City Base.

They were like a large city, using iron nets to block outsiders and even electrifying them to defend against zombies. Despite the layers of barriers, it wasn't difficult to get through. As long as you were sure you weren't bitten, you could choose whether to stay at the South City base after a few days of quarantine.

Qin Zhi parked the armored vehicle not far from the South City base.

Go to the back.

The little zombie had one foot pressed against the car wall, its toes dangling restlessly, while it drank soft corn juice.

In five months, the little zombie grew to 52 or 53 pounds.

It weighs about ten kilograms more than its original weight.

It's currently 142.6.

His little face was chubby and so white it seemed to reflect light. His hair had also grown long and was fluffy and bouncy, making his little face even more adorable. Qin Zhi treated him like a little pig, feeding him every day.

Aside from husking corn, he wasn't allowed to touch anything else.

He hugged me as soon as I got out of the car.

They spoil them rotten.

Aside from begging the big shots for a couple of compressed biscuits at mealtimes, Wen Xinxia didn't dare get off the roof of the car at all, let alone watch them hug/kiss, trying her best to minimize her presence.

As long as he doesn't attract the attention of powerful figures, he can live a good life.

"Where?" She dangled her toes around, closed her eyes, and drank corn juice through a straw, living the life to the fullest.

In the past few months, they have been learning to speak and can now communicate very well.

"Nancheng Base."

Wow, we've finally arrived at the base city!

However, it seems a bit early.

[Lu Zhi tricked you and ran away last time]

[Based on the original storyline, they should currently be disguised as innocent rabbits at the base.]

Should we go find her?

The little zombie chewed on some corn kernels, lazily lifting its eyelids. Lu Zhi? Who?

He let out a lazy "Hmm?"

[It's all because of you that the surface city researched you; it's like a small knife pulling your butt.]

The little zombie shuddered, instinctively covering its buttocks and glaring.

[Oh, I didn't just pull your butt, I just had my eyes opened. You're on her team, after all. As expected, those who can be villains are ruthless. If there are no conditions, they create them. They don't care about your life or death at all.]

Jin Wangba glanced at the chubby boy lying on the back of the armored vehicle.

Just a few months ago, I was as thin as a skeleton.

Now it looks just like that pink little piglet.

He ate forty catties of corn at every meal, and over several months, he consumed several tons of Qin Zhi's food. No one knew what kind of stomach he had; the boss's reserves were almost not enough for him.

Of course, the latter sentence was the system's idea.

The little zombie eats too much. It thinks that ordinary people can't afford to feed it, and even ordinary people can't afford to feed it. Seeing that the big boss is now juicing and adding water, the little system guesses that the stock is probably not enough, so it has started to dilute it.

Tsk.

"How wicked!"

The little zombie doesn't remember the pain of that time, only that it happened. It won't drink corn juice anymore, gets up, and stares at the golden turtle.

What should I do about the task?

The little zombie lay back down. Right now, all he could think about was Qin Zhi and Yumi. He didn't want to do any missions. He just ate, drank, and slept all day. He liked the life of raising pigs.

Long-cherished dream.

(?????)☆

The system didn't force him to complete the task, since there was still at least a year until the actual time.

The little zombie drank too much corn juice and his stomach was bloated, so he needed to go down to relieve himself. Qin Zhi was roasting corn outside the car, while Wen Xinxia was sitting on the roof, eating sweet strawberries.

The little zombie didn't like to eat it, and neither did Qin Zhi.

The plants in the space grew particularly fast, and Qin Zhi, finding them too bulky, picked some of the lower-quality ones and threw them away.

Wen Xinxia picked up the discarded strawberries.