A cute, timid mushroom mistakenly takes the zombie king for her boyfriend and sticks close to him.

In the last second before the sunset faded, the shadow by the window lowered its head and overlapped with another figure.

His sharp teeth were about to pierce the girl's skin. With just a little force, fresh human blood would rush into his mouth, staining his bloodless lips red, and along with Meng Xiaoyou's fiery heat, it would all be lost.

At the last moment, Meng Xiaoyou pressed her fingertip against the tip of his teeth, her exquisite eyes filled with surprise: "Is this what humans often call a little tiger tooth?"

The man stood frozen in place, like a tethered wild beast.

Meng Xiaoyou's eyes sparkled: "Your teeth seem a bit sharper than normal tiger teeth, but they really look good, unlike mine which are too even."

She even flashed her little white teeth, which, like their owner, looked adorable, like two rows of well-behaved scallops peeking out from between her pink lips.

Meng Xiaoyou's fingers were equally unrestrained, her soft fingertips caressing the man's lips, occasionally touching the tip of his teeth. There was a risk of her fingers being cut if she wasn't careful, and the ignorant little mushroom was frantically testing the edge of death.

Pei Sinian turned his head away, all the clamorous, crazy, and bloodthirsty emotions returning to his handsome skin. He lowered his eyes and caught a glimpse of the human who was still not satisfied and wanted to continue studying his fangs. He grabbed her wrist, dragged her upstairs, ignored the girl's protests, and closed the door.

The dark clouds outside the window had dispersed at some point, and the moon shone slowly. The tall, dark figure in the hallway stood for a long time, finally suppressing the urge to eat. He walked step by step to the bathroom, locked the door, and after a while, he came out covered in steam and returned to another room.

When people become zombies, their human thoughts are diminished, and most of them become mere walking corpses, as was the case with Pei Sinian at the beginning.

He was driven by his body, wandering the streets, smelling the scent of human flesh and blood, hunger taking over his reason.

But just as Pei Sinian was about to hunt, he noticed a faint sour smell emanating from the human, as if he hadn't bathed for several days.

At that moment, all reason returned, and I forcefully suppressed my appetite, even feeling disgusted by the sight of human flesh.

After that, Pei Sinian was different from the other zombies.

Other zombies wandered around.

He stayed quietly in the room.

Other zombies feed on it.

He disinfects and sterilizes the room, and listens to music while "reading" to cultivate his mind.

His life only changed when a prey, like a fawn fleeing from the forest, wandered into his territory.

Let it rest a little longer.

At least until she notices, let's keep her fed. It's not like we're short of food. We've endured it before, haven't we?

Pei Sinian thought to himself.

The next morning, as usual, he planned to go out to forage for the stored food, but an obstacle appeared at the door. He kicked something, and then the thing fell to the ground with a thud. Familiar bubbles touched his body. Pei Sinian saw the true appearance of the obstacle and fell silent.

The little girl had probably moved a small stool and sat in the middle of the doorway when he kicked her over, leaving her and the stool lying on the ground like corpses. With red eyes, she accused him of his evil deeds, saying, "Why don't you bring a cane next time?"

She got up very early today to try and catch him as he was leaving, but she couldn't hold on and dozed off at the door, chin in hand.

As a result, when the man kicked her, she almost followed in the footsteps of the lame zombie.

Meng Xiaoyou was still shaken, but then she thought, what if the man had a cane? Wouldn't he have stabbed her to death with it?

That won't work.

She shook her head repeatedly, "Never mind, I'll be more careful next time and won't block the middle."

She talked to herself the whole time without getting a response from the man. When she looked up, she found his pale face still unapproachable in the sunlight. He stood like a statue in the doorway, his knuckles slightly curled, as if he was about to punch her.

He finally restrained himself, grabbed the timid mushroom by the back of the neck, ignored her cowardly little eyes, tossed her aside, and walked out on his own.

The timid mushroom quickly grabbed the doorknob and said, "Wait, I want to go with you. You always take care of me. I know I'm useless, but I can help you fend off zombies if necessary."

The little girl's smooth forehead was covered in a layer of cold sweat, her face turned red, and she clung tightly to the door, wrestling like a non-human species.

Mr. Zombie pressed down on her head, trying to shove it back in.

The little mushroom, following the stick's lead, wrapped its arms around his hand and, mustering its courage, shouted loudly, "Take me with you! I'm useful. I can hear the zombies' thoughts and negotiate with them to buy time for our escape."

Can you hear the zombie's inner voice?

Whether it was Meng Xiaoyou's imagination or not, she felt that the corners of the man's lips curled up slightly, then quickly disappeared.

What's going on? Is this mockery?

Not sure, take another look.

Meng Xiaoyou looked him up and down.

The man had excellent bone structure, pale skin, and a high, straight nose with gold-rimmed glasses. He was indifferent and aloof, not the type to mock people.

You must have misread it.

Fearing that further noise would attract zombies, Meng Xiaoyou clung to his arm, refusing to let go.

"Take me there. I'm very good and I'll listen to you. You say one thing and I'll never say another." Anyway, you can't say anything.

"If you step on a zombie, I'll help you coax it so it won't be angry."

"If you don't let me go out with you, I'll sneak away. You can't stop me anyway."

As soon as she finished speaking, the air suddenly froze. Meng Xiaoyou's neck tightened as she was grabbed by the back of her neck and thrown back into the room. The door clicked shut, and the man elegantly pulled out the key and went out to find food.

Meng Xiaoyou was dumbfounded.

How could this person be like this?

Who was she doing this for? Wasn't she just worried that he, a blind and frail man, might encounter danger outside?

At least if she went, she could act as his eyes.

As a result, he turned out to be like a dog biting a bird, not recognizing a good mushroom's heart.

The timid mushroom was sulking when her gaze inadvertently fell on the window. Her eyes lit up. This was the first floor, and the only way out wasn't through the door.

She is so smart.

Meng Xiaoyou opened the window, removed the screen, and jumped down with a thud. She heard a creaking sound under her feet, and upon closer inspection, she saw that the zombie's rotting face was somewhat distorted, and it was crawling in the shadows.

Her face turned pale, and she almost collapsed to the ground. Fortunately, she managed to grab the wall and, trembling, used her superpower to give the zombie a purple bubble.

The zombie's familiar voice resonated in the mind of the cowardly mushroom.

[Move your foot...]

It's the same lame zombie from last time.

As expected, the previous guess was correct. As long as the zombies were affected by her superpower, they would not attack like the walking dead unless they were provoked.

They will regain human thinking, so they can discuss things through the zombies' thoughts.

This zombie kept following her, all for a Snickers bar; it was really going all out.

Meng Xiaoyou brought some snacks with her when she went out. She moved her feet aside and gave the Snickers bar from her pocket.

The lame zombie had been trampled on several times since yesterday. It shakily got up, sadly holding a chocolate bar, and squatted down next to Meng Xiaoyou, munching away. Although human food was like chewing wax in the zombie's mouth, its heart was comforted.

Almost at the same time the zombie fulfilled its wish, Meng Xiaoyou sensed a subtle change in her superpower. A hint of doubt flashed in her eyes. While remaining wary of the zombie, she released bubbles. The crystalline purple bubbles drifted slowly and landed on the zombie's hand.

Caught off guard, the zombie howled and bit itself, its eyeballs dangling from their sockets trembling in shock.

What about its last Snickers bar?

Such a large amount just vanished like that?!