☆、 A simple and cute little zombie is a stubborn and domineering supernatural boss (21)
Shen Xuanmo took a deep breath, suppressed the anger in his heart, and tried to convince himself that Qingqing would be fine.
On the other hand, Zhou Zhenzheng was still unwilling to give up. He didn't believe that he couldn't tame a zombie.
Relying on his special abilities, Zhou Zhen was able to thrive in the base. Moreover, the manager of the survivor mutual aid base was elusive and rarely showed up, which led to frequent incidents of many people abusing their power for personal gain.
"Still not eating?"
"Yes, I haven't touched a single bite since yesterday."
"How do you do this? You can't even handle such a small matter!" Zhou Zhen was usually gentle, but at this moment he got angry, which frightened the guards so much that they were a little bit unbelievable, but they didn't dare to say anything.
Hearing the conversation between the two, Qingqing shuddered reflexively. Fear and panic quickly took over Qingqing's consciousness, and her face instantly turned paler, like a frightened rabbit.
The unique human footsteps were getting closer and closer, and Qingqing knew that the annoying person who attracted corpses was coming again.
"Why don't you have anything to eat?"
"Oh." Qingqing raised her head slightly, revealing an overly pale face.
The delicate face is beautiful, with bright eyes and white teeth. The eyes are moist and charming with sparkling water, and the eyelids are a little red and swollen.
"Why don't you just listen to me?" Zhou Zhen's eyes lingered on the handsome yet timid boy, as if he wanted to see through Qingqing.
"Ahh." He was too timid and looked at people timidly, like a frightened kitten. When he saw Zhou Zhen, he not only did not get closer to him, but hid far away from him.
In fact, apart from locking him in a dark room, Zhou Zhen never abused the little zombie in any other way.
Not only did he deliver a lot of human food, but he also delivered animal flesh and blood regularly every day. But he didn't expect that it would be extremely difficult to make the little zombies obey him, so he went on a hunger strike to express his protest.
Zhou Zhen sighed helplessly, squatted down and looked down at Qingqing, "I said, as long as you listen to me, I won't hurt you." Qingqing just shrank back and didn't respond.
"Ahh." He was in deep pain but couldn't express it. He could only bite the bullet and eat without eating.
In just a few days, the little zombie's face, which was soft before, has now lost its little flesh, and its chin has become thinner. Its stomach has also sunken in, and Zhou Zhen feels a little sorry for it.
He brought the little zombie here without thinking, and he himself didn't know whether it was right or not. But when he saw Qingqing's delicate and fragile face, he couldn't help but want to possess him.
At this time, another man hurried over. He was Zhou Zhen’s good friend Lu Yu, who was also the captain of another team in the base.
He raised his eyebrows when he saw the situation in the house, "How did it become like this?" Zhou Zhen rolled his eyes at him.
Lu Yu also learned some information about Qing Qing from Zhou Zhen. He heard that Qing Qing was a zombie without offensive power. He knew that Qing Qing would not attack people and was not wary of zombies.
Especially when she saw the skinny boy, she couldn't help but walk closer and wanted to reach out to touch his head. Qingqing screamed in fear.
Lu Yu quickly withdrew his hand and looked at Zhou Zhen, "What are you going to do with him? It's not a good idea to keep him locked up like this."
Zhou Zhen frowned, "I don't know." To be honest, he didn't know what to do in this situation. This was different from what he thought.
Qingqing's eyes suddenly lit up when he heard what they said, and he slowly moved to the corner.
Under the curious gaze of the two, Qingqing opened her schoolbag with great effort, and inside was a crystal emitting a strange light.
Qingqing picked up the crystal and handed it to Lu Yu carefully, with a hint of flattery in her eyes: "Aoao." This was the last one the keeper gave him. He was reluctant to give it away, but he missed the keeper more.
Lu Yu's heart skipped a beat, as if something inexplicably hurt him, but he still didn't answer. Qing Qing had no choice but to lower his head and shrink back to where he was.
"I think you should let him go... He looks so pitiful..." If he continues like this, he might die in a few days. Of course, he didn't finish the rest of the sentence.
Lu Yu had advised him before, but Zhou Zhen didn't take it to heart.
Zhou Zhen scratched his hair irritably and said, "But if we let him out, those zombies out there won't treat him as well as we do." Lu Yu was silent. This was indeed a difficult problem.
Qingqing seemed to understand their conversation. Fear filled her eyes and she curled up into a ball, hugging her schoolbag tightly.
The two people who just stepped out of the door bumped into Qiu Ze who was outside with anxiety. Zhou Zhen's face changed, "Delivering food? New here?"
"Well, I've been here for about a week."
Zhou Zhen nodded, asked no more questions, and followed Lu Yu out.
Qingqing stayed alone in the room. He looked at the rejected crystal. After hesitating for a long time, he quietly walked to the door and looked out through the crack of the door at the two people who were walking away.
He stuffed things into his bag, including bread, lollipops, sausage... and the canned meat that he was most familiar with.
He wanted to bring all these to the keeper so that he would no longer be rejected.
Halfway through filling the can, he suddenly thought of something, and while silently shedding tears, he shook his head and put the can of meat back in its place.
He tilted his head in confusion. His bag was too small and could not hold a piece of bread and a bag of potato chips. Qingqing was even more sad.
"You, it's you?" Qiu Ze said in surprise and delight.
It turns out that the rumor that a very special zombie had come to the base and had been locked up in the mezzanine was true. Moreover, the zombie that others were talking about was the one that they had seen not long ago.
"Why are you here? Where's Brother Shen? Does he not..." Just when I wanted to ask if he didn't want me anymore, if I had been abandoned, I held back my words when I met Qingqing's innocent and aggrieved eyes.
"Ah!" The keeper didn't want him, he just hadn't come to find him yet...
Qingqing is now very sensitive to words like "I don't want you anymore" and "I've abandoned you".
"Alas, we really are in the same boat. You see, I'm just an ordinary person. I managed to make it to the survivors' mutual aid base alive, but in the end, I'm still living at the bottom of the society..."
Qiu Ze didn't care whether Qingqing could understand him or not. He just kept chattering, trying to express all the grievances he had suffered in the past few days.
Qingqing didn't seem that uncomfortable next to Qiu Ze. He lowered his head and fiddled with his clothes under the dim light.
"Tsk, what a zombie, it's really like comparing yourself to a human. It's so infuriating!" He suddenly felt a little envious of the little zombie. He changed to a different place and a different person, but he still didn't have to do anything and still had no worries about food and clothing.
Unlike him, who washed clothes, cooked, and moved things for those superpowers every day... he worked himself to death only to be ripped off. Not only did he have no meals, he didn't even have a comfortable place to live.
"By the way, why did they lock you up? Did they treat you badly?" Qiu Ze approached Qingqing, his eyes full of worry.
Even though the little zombie didn't like him very much, he was still his savior after all. Moreover, he looked so pitiful now that it was hard not to feel distressed.
Qingqing shook her head and still didn't want to pay attention to this talkative person.
Qiu Ze scratched his head and guessed, "Are you saying that you are not full?" Qing Qing shook her head, wondering how this person could be even dumber than the keeper.
"How pitiful." Qiu Ze muttered softly, feeling more and more sympathy the more he looked.