Who would want to be inferior to others when they are in power? They would rather be the head of a chicken than the tail of a phoenix.
Several zombies came out of the dungeon, pushing food carts in. One of them knocked on a gong and shouted, "Eat time, eat time!"
The zombies started distributing barbecue from the first cell.
These barbecues were all made by the people in the base. The skills were different. Some were burnt, some were overcooked, and the well-baked ones and the poor ones were mixed together. The sales were quite terrible.
The zombies handed handfuls of barbecue to the people in the cell: "Ten skewers per person, no more allowed, and no stealing from others."
Tendalei and his group were stunned for a moment, looking at the talking zombie in disbelief.
Those scarlet eyes, it's a zombie, right?
"Zombies, zombies can actually talk?"
After Jiang Hai got the barbecue for his cell, he obediently took his ten skewers and gave them to Lin Jing to share with others.
"You don't have to sleep to enjoy the barbecue." He gestured a few times in front of Lin Jing with the barbecue.
Lin Jing rolled his eyes.
Hearing the surprised voices of Teng Dalei and the others, Jiang Hai said while eating barbecue: "Of course he can talk. He is a seventh-level zombie. Do you know what a seventh-level zombie means?"
Jiang Hai sat cross-legged at the cell door and taunted the person opposite him, "Don't you know? Zombies can recover their human memories after reaching level seven. Do you think they can speak?"
Lin Jing stuffed the barbecue into Jiang Hai's mouth: "Captain, don't talk while eating."
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