The zombie in the suit had a face full of rotting flesh, expressionless, with only his eyes showing any movement on his dull face.
When walking, his limbs are stiff, but he still can't walk in the correct direction. His two stiff arms swing randomly as he walks.
It was wearing disposable plastic gloves, and the rotting flesh inside the gloves had stained them with black blood.
The black leather shoes were polished to a shine, and upon closer inspection, you could see that they were stuffed with plastic.
It wrapped its rotting feet in plastic to avoid soiling its clean leather shoes.
Its scalp was rotting, but some stubbornly growing hair had not fallen out. The sparse hair was combed until it was shiny and clear.
After entering the gate, the zombie in the suit carefully examined the doorknob, making sure there was no black bloodstains on it before walking towards the living room.
From afar, Bai Yifan could see the human-like smile on its face.
A slight upturn at the corners of his mouth appeared on his blank face, as if coming here was something to be very happy about.
Its smile is very standard; it's not the kind that shows eight teeth, but a gentlemanly smile that doesn't reveal any teeth.
The zombie in the suit could smell the fresh scent of blood and flesh coming from the living room from afar.
The rotting throat twitched slightly, and the empty mouth made two bites.
Hungry.
Flesh and blood, I really want to take a bite!
It can hardly remember when it last ate flesh and blood. Ever since it followed the boss, it has been absorbing crystal cores and its stomach is empty.
Black blood mixed with saliva flowed out, and the zombie in the suit subconsciously raised his hand and wiped it vigorously.
Even if it can't feel it, it can understand that it's probably time to eat meat.
Looking down, I saw black blood on my hands.
A hint of regret flashed in the eyes of the zombie man in the suit.
Oh no, I'm going to become the boss's least favorite zombie!
It needs to be clean; the boss dislikes slovenly zombies the most.
It has already figured out the pattern.
The most popular zombie right now is Fan Tangtang.
The least favored were the zombies standing in the houses in the village.
Those zombies were never summoned by the boss; they were simply suppressed.
But I was different (proudly), I was often taken out by the boss to help him.
But it's not the most favored; it's probably second most favored!
The most favored was Fan Tangtang, who lived with the eldest brother.
Where do I fall short compared to Fan Tangtang?
First, in terms of appearance, it thinks they're all about the same, and quite good-looking.
The only difference is that there won't be black blood where Fan Tangtang touched, nor will there be any pieces of rotten flesh falling off occasionally.
It thought that the eldest brother must be a germaphobe.
Therefore, it pays great attention to its own hygiene and will not let its black blood stain the boss's things.
Sure enough, the boss summoned him again.
This shows that my observation was correct.
The zombie in the suit hesitated to come in at the living room door, and took out a clean white tissue from the pocket of his suit jacket.
Stiff fingers barely managed to hold the tissue, carefully wiping his face until the tissue instantly turned pitch black.
The zombie in the suit nodded at Zhang Yiming, giving a human-like twitch at the corner of his mouth.
Boss, don't worry, I'll definitely be clean!
The zombie in the suit walked stiffly and slowly toward the trash can in the yard.
With a stiff leg, he managed to lift it straight up and press the button under the trash can, causing the lid to pop open instantly.
Stiff fingers gripped the black tissue, then slowly released it, and the tissue fell straight into the trash can.
Then, its stiff feet released the trash can, a satisfied expression appeared on its rotting head, and it walked towards the living room.
Its walking posture is very standard, with its knees not bent and its feet kicking forward.
If you were to carry a flag, you could easily become a flag bearer.
It firmly believed that the leader valued it so much because it was good-looking and very clean.
Whenever something happens, the first person I turn to is myself.
Although getting the motorcycle back last time was a little troublesome, it boosted its confidence and made it stand out in the boss's eyes.
It doesn't have any other big goals; it just wants to be able to stand on equal footing with Fan Tangtang in the future!
As soon as I stepped into the room, it was filled with the fragrance of blood and flesh.
The zombie in the suit secretly took a breath, inhaling the fragrance of flesh and blood into his lungs, but his face remained as blank as ever.
There wasn't even the slightest hint of wanting to devour flesh.
That's called being able to keep your composure.
It can even save your life.
The humans who associate with the boss, although they are a bit ugly and not as stunningly beautiful as it, are still the boss's friends, so they can't be eaten.
The zombie in the suit stood straight in the center of the crowd, receiving scrutiny from the eyes of the pile of food.
Why is it dressed so cleanly?
Bai Yifan scratched his head.
Grandpa Fan Tangtang is dressed cleanly because his son and grandson are all alive and can take care of themselves, so changing his clothes is not difficult for him.
But the male zombie in the suit in front of him was no longer considered clean; his tie was impeccably tied, and his hair was neatly combed.
A perfectly calibrated image of the British gentleman!
His face was a bit ugly, covered with rotten flesh.
As soon as it came in, a rotten smell filled my nostrils.
It's obvious that no matter how clean it is dressed, it's still a zombie.
The zombie in the suit had a pair of lively eyes on his blank face, and his dark eyes looked at Bai Yifan with disdain.
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