Leng Yebai looked at the suit-wearing zombie and then at Zhang Yiming, falling into contemplation.
"Aren't you leaving?"
Zhang Yiming sat in the chair, massaging his temples with his fingers.
"Why can it talk and howl, but you can only talk?" asked Leng Yebai with a serious face.
Zhang Yiming: ...
The suit-wearing zombie glanced at Zhang Yiming, then at Leng Yebai, silently took a step back, and stood aside.
Adjust its expression and attitude.
If its king ordered it to bite off this human's neck later, it would rush up.
"It's getting late, I have something to do later, you better leave soon!"
Zhang Yiming closed his eyes, ignoring Leng Yebai.
This guy must be sick.
He still doesn't understand where exactly he lost compared to this guy!!!!
"One more thing, there's a high-level zombie at the small furniture factory on Yunshan Road. It looks quite special; you could take it in as a sidekick." Leng Yebai paused, and added, "Xiao Niu couldn't bear to kill it."
