The zombies' answer to the Zombie King's request was the state of their death.
The face with no color and only blood stains showed no reaction. The eyes were open and empty, swaying from side to side.
Except for the vitality and blood of living people, they cannot be activated.
Three people stood out from the crowd, and with a roar, they walked up to the Zombie King.
This group of zombies has just been born, and there are already three superpowers, so they can better understand the zombie king's orders.
"Hoo", "ooh", the three zombies swayed, walked to the car, and stared at the machine above.
One opened the drawer and inside was a stack of information.
An electric shock hits the machine. The machine unlocks and enters the running state.
One was even more direct, taking out his computer and tapping the keyboard. A bunch of files appeared on the computer, and there were many experimental logs on it.
Zombification will lead to the loss of emotions and memory. The amount of this amount depends on the time of the zombie state and whether it evolves.
These three zombies, soon after becoming zombies, turned into superpowers and retained more memories.
It’s just that the thinking ability is questionable.
Having memories but not being able to think is their current state.
The big zombie stepped forward and stared at the information.
He first looked at the paper materials, and the first one was his own paper during his lifetime. He couldn't read it, but he could recall it when he looked at it.
If you read the following process again, you will not be able to read it at all.
"Learn. How to learn?" The big zombie asked the second question.
The three zombies in white coats swayed in place and did not leave for a long, long time. Until one of them swayed out of the room.
Zombies move very slowly and are not skilled in muscle control. If the body structure is incomplete and lacks organs or muscles, the speed will be even slower.
The zombie walked to the front car, entered the car door, grabbed a box, and said, "Hoo."
"Hooh".
The other two zombies all followed, shaking around the box.
The Zombie King opened the box, which was marked in Pinyin: Collection of Stories.
Small print: Suitable for children under three years old.
The Zombie King struggled to pronounce the words above: "Rou, An, Cong; Qi, An, Qian; Once upon a time, there was, Xi, Ao, Xiao, Po En, friend; Once upon a time, there was a child..."
When Fuchen got tired of playing outside and returned to the shore to go home, when he saw a bunch of zombies in white coats reading a book around the big zombie, his eyes seemed to have seen something incredible.
When she got closer and saw the book in the big zombie's hand, her heart and face had the same expression:...
Title: "The Queen's Clothes".
The small print at the bottom of the book: Suitable for children aged three to six years old - Fuchen didn't notice this line.
However, the big zombie still stretched out his hand to greet Fuchen, "Let's study together."
Fuchen thought about his clothes, so he forgot about it and went to look at it. He sat in the arms of the big zombie and read a book.
The colorful colors above attracted Fuchen's attention.
Fuchen simply teaches Pinyin.
After reading a book, the zombie went home with the book in his arms. Fuchen sat on the big zombie's head.
"Roar." The zombie king suddenly turned around.
The zombies behind him also swayed and followed the zombies across the long ice surface.
Rourou, who was about to give birth, was still in the zombie's home. She was sleeping on the bed in the master bedroom. Suddenly she heard a noise and did not get up. Instead, she held the baby and breastfed her baby.
The zombie king drove a small zombie to the dust, followed by a group of zombies in white coats gathered in the master bedroom.
The baby felt the pressure of the "zombie" and raised his head and cried "Ahhh".
Rourou hugged the child tightly and stared at Fuchen warily, but her buttocks still didn't leave the bed.
She has known for a long time that zombies do not need a bed. This bedroom has been occupied by Rourou.
Fuchen felt Rourou's hostility, and his face became fierce, glaring at Rourou.
"Leave! Otherwise I won't give you milk!" Rourou scolded.
Ever since she became pregnant and gave birth to her child, Rourou's temper has always been inexplicably soft and yet inexplicably fierce.
What's even weirder is that Rourou has a slight affection for this good-tempered big zombie.
It's not that Fuchen doesn't feel it, she just doesn't understand it, so it doesn't matter. Just like she also likes to play with boys and cat corpses, Fuchen doesn't always play with big zombies.
But Rourou always wants to educate the big zombie about Fuchen's stubbornness and willfulness.
The big zombie said, "Leave!"
"What?" Rourou was surprised, it was rare to see a big zombie speak.
Suddenly remembering Fu Chen's previous decision, the zombie king also interrupted.
The big zombie took out a book from the box, which was "The Troubles of the Princess". When he opened it, the paper showed a princess in pink sitting on an exquisite big bed. The big zombie pointed at a line of words and read, "Princess Sleeps"
On the bed..." He said to Rourou, "The princess sleeps on the bed. The human sleeps on the bed. The floating dust sleeps on the bed."
Rourou thought for a while, then tentatively pointed at herself, "You mean, this bed is for Fuchen to sleep on?"
Doesn’t Fuchen sleep on a desk instead of a bed?
The big zombie nodded.
Fuchen looked at the big zombie and felt like he had missed a lot of things. She and her father seemed to have a secret and a generation gap!
"But I just gave birth to the baby and I can't move. Can I give it to her later?"
She put the most comfortable mattress in her collection here, and she was already used to sleeping on it. How could she change the place now?
Especially since Xiaobao is still a human being and is being attacked by zombies. How can she protect her alone?
However, the Zombie King showed no response and kept repeating, "Get out."
"Minzhi." Rourou begged.
The zombie king showed no reaction to her.
Rourou lowered her head and thought, "I will exchange milk powder for five bottles of milk a day."
Before, she had always had five bottles of milk. Since Fuchen had a conflict with the Zombie King, the amount of milk has become dispensable. She has been saving it for her little treasure.
If she is asked to move out now, the worst thing she can do is maintain the same conditions as before, in exchange for safety.
The zombie king raised his head and looked at Fuchen.
Fuchen knew it was his chance and said firmly, "No! You also forgot to hand over the milk you promised me before."
During this time, she felt that milk had little effect, so it didn't matter.
But not remembering is one thing.
It's one thing to be bullied by others.
Fuchen said sternly, "There must be ten pieces of milk at my door every day. Otherwise, your child -" Fuchen stared at him in a sinister manner, and then smiled.
Rourou hugged the child tightly, her disgust towards Fuchen growing more and more, and her eyes staring at her became more sinister.
Yesterday too.
But Fuchen's tyranny could in turn seize the initiative, so she remained indifferent and allowed Fuchen to do what he did.
But now Fuchen is getting more and more vicious, even more disgusting than Zhang Wei, and she is even less annoyed.
Rourou looked at the big zombie, and she knew that the current zombie king had his own thinking - he was the one who really made decisions.
Fuchen raised his head, grabbed the big zombie's head, and "tear off her hand."
