If they bite you, you'll have nowhere to turn for help.
All they can do is howl.
It's not shameful to howl.
Shamefully, Fan Liping felt that even after becoming a zombie, he would definitely not be as high-level as his own son.
He could already imagine the scene where, if he turned into a zombie, his son would teach him to speak, and then he would call out "Dad."
It's too complicated to explain in a few words.
His once wise and capable father can now only say the word "grandfather".
It's really heartbreaking to think about.
Hopefully, once his zombie father regains his senses, he'll be able to accept this period of his life where he calls everyone "Grandpa."
In short, out of respect for their seniority, Fan Liping and his wife rarely went near the zombies.
Leng Yebai looked at the dissection box that Liu Jing had put down and felt a little regretful.
Why don't you dissect Zhang Yiming?
What a great opportunity!
Zhang Yiming pressed one hand to his temple and gently rubbed it.
I felt like I had been agonizing over this for so many days, afraid that they would be too terrified of me or disgusted with me if they knew I was a zombie.
He was probably just being delusional.
The Bai family are all formidable individuals.
Nobody's afraid of zombies!
The zombies should take good care of themselves in front of the Bai family.
Now, it's time for Wang Yiyun and her mother-in-law to put on a show.
Everyone sat on the sofa, watching them torment the zombies.
To be honest, at this moment, they felt a little sorry for the cute guy in the suit!
Wang Yiyun opened a bottle of toner and looked at the zombie man in the suit whose face was covered in rotting flesh.
That face is such a disservice to the audience.
I reckon I could pry off clumps of rotten flesh if I just kneaded it a little.
She is an excellent mortician.
A skilled mortician would never make the client's face look worse or less attractive.
This is inconsistent with her rigorous professional ethics.
"Excuse me, do you have any of these? Could you give me one?"
Wang Yiyun pointed to the hands of the male zombie in the suit, who was wearing disposable plastic gloves.
"Me too! Give me one too!" Liu Jing picked up a bottle of toner, turned to Wang Yiyun and said, "Let's split this face in half and see whose makeup skills are better! Let everyone be the judges!"
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