Little Zombie's Apocalypse Survival Manual

October 10, the first year of zombies

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"It's a good thing to be able to eat, otherwise it would be a pity to keep such a big vine monster... and hiccups are nothing. Didn't those zombies respond to you and hiccup with you? Maybe this is the habit of zombies. "The zombie touched my head and said.

I recalled yesterday when a bunch of zombies got together and hiccupped one after another, and I felt even more depressed.

They are also summoning skills, why am I so different from zombies? !

The Yin spirits on his side are almost omnipotent, they exist like cheats, and they only need to mutter a few words in their hearts to order them to do things on weekdays, which can be called pretending like wind.

What about me?Communication basically depends on shouting, and those silly zombies may not understand what I mean, they just imitate my movements ignorantly.Once I stop, they keep on wandering, seeing me like air...

"It's so good! Come when you call, and go when you wave." Zombie said, "I'm so envious!"

"What's there to be envious of?" I muttered in a low voice, "Every time I ask them to do something, I have to growl and do it... Ordinary chores are fine, but what if I want them to do something that I can't do?" ?”

"For example?" Zombie asked.

I thought about it, and for a while, I really couldn't tell why.

"Anyway, it's convenient to use Yinling without you." I curled my lips and said, "It can also be used as a bug, a microphone, and help take care of the farmland..."

"What's the point? If you want, you can order them to do these things." The zombie said.

_To put it simply, I want to command the ghosts, but they also have to listen to me.

"They don't listen to you, and me." The zombie laughed, "Tell me what you want to do, and I will send Yin Ling to do it."

Hearing this, I was stunned, and I couldn't tell what it was like for a while.

"Why are you so nice to me?" I asked.

Although it was an oolong, after those three days of "life and death", I found that the zombie was no longer an ordinary friend in my heart, but a kind of relative.

Or, to be precise, not exactly relatives...

Although Zombie has a generation gap of hundreds of years with me, and claims to have never been in a relationship, it cannot be denied that sometimes he is really good at flirting.

I don't know if he had any confidante during his lifetime, but his tricks really touched me.

Now when I ask him this question, I just want to know whether he teased me unintentionally or on purpose.

"You have my surname, who would I treat if I don't treat you well?" The old zombie patted my head and said with a smile.

This sentence again...

"But why did you ask me to take your surname?" I asked uncharacteristically.

The zombie pursed his lips, looking a little embarrassed.

"Didn't you take the initiative to ask for my last name?" He asked back.

QAQ So I've been posting upside down all this time?

This knowledge made me feel an unknown fire in my heart, and I couldn't help but said: "You do whatever I say, aren't you stupid?"

I thought Zombie would retaliate, but unexpectedly he nodded and said very naturally: "Yeah, who made me like you so much."

⊙▽⊙Eh? !Wait, am I hallucinating?

Wasn't ancient people very taboo against homosexuality?Why did I seem to hear something incredible from the mouth of a zombie just now...

"You, you, what are you talking about?!" I stammered.

It's over, because I was too nervous, I stuttered again.

The zombie looked at me strangely, and said puzzledly, "If I didn't like you, I wouldn't bother to care about you. Did I do something to make you misunderstand that I hate you?"

"No." I muffled.

Sure enough, the "like" in the zombie's mouth is different from the "like" I understand OTZ

There was silence in the air, only the creaking sound of zombies gnawing on the vines not far away could be heard.

After a while, the zombie suddenly poked me and asked, "Are you angry?"

"No." I said.

What reason do I have to be angry?It's just that I don't feel good about it.

I thought it was a mutual love, but I didn't expect it to be just my wishful thinking...

"Then do you have anything else to say to me?" Zombie hesitated for a moment, then asked again.

"No." I said.

"Oh..." The zombie's expression looked a bit lost, and he was roasting vines on the blue flame sullenly.

Was he expecting me to say something?

I was curious and couldn't help but ask, "What do you think I have to say?"

"It's nothing." After a pause, the zombie added in a low voice, "Shouldn't you continue to ask me, what kind of like do you like?"

"Oh, so what do you like about me?" I asked.

"I want to bend the love thread in my hand into a ring and wear it on the fourth finger of your right hand." The zombie said, staring at the string of roasted vines in his hand.

His hands trembled slightly, and he didn't know whether he was speaking to me or the roasted vine in his hand.

"What?" I asked subconsciously.

Zombie has always been a literary and artistic young man, but after staying with me for a long time, his speech gradually became normal, and he no longer talked about others.

What happened just now, why did he suddenly say something incomprehensible?

Seeing my bewildered face, the zombie seemed a little dazed. He was stunned for a while, and then murmured: "Isn't the poem on your side like this?"

I thought about it, and it seems that modern poetry is indeed in this format.

"That... I'm just a vulgar salted fish, and I'm not usually interested in this kind of thing." I said with some embarrassment, "If you have anything to say, just say it directly, don't drag these polite words."

The zombie fell silent, and opened its mouth several times in the middle, as if it wanted to say something, but gave up again.

"How about I write that sentence down for you." Zombie whispered, "I really can't be more straightforward."

So, the blunt vernacular in Zombie's heart is still like an incomprehensible sky in my eyes?

This realization made me feel a little queasy.

However, seeing that the zombie was so embarrassed, I still handed him the notebook and pen.

The posture of the zombie holding the pen is still as magical as ever, but I am too lazy to complain about him.

"That's it." Zombie said while handing me the book in his hand.

"I want to bend the love thread in my hand into a ring and put it on the fourth finger of your right hand."

It really is in traditional Chinese characters... but fortunately, these few characters are not complicated, so I can barely understand them.

Love...ring...the fourth finger of the right hand...

Subconsciously, I stretched out my hand and counted. The fourth finger on my right hand is the ring finger.

"You, you, are you serious?" I asked, "Do you know what it means to wear a ring on your right ring finger?"

"I know." The zombie said while taking out a ring from his pocket, "It's written in the pamphlet in the mall."

(⊙o⊙) There are such brochures in the mall?

Before I had time to continue asking, the zombie took my hand and put the ring on the ring finger of my right hand.

I feel dizzy in the head, and there is a sense of unreality.

Why would a zombie propose to me?Obviously he hasn't even confessed yet.

Is he in one step?

"Boy, what are you thinking?" Zombie asked as he patted my head.

"I was thinking that the two of us haven't even started a relationship yet, so we jumped straight to getting married... It's too fast." I accidentally said what was in my heart.

"Dating? What is that?" Zombie asked, "Is it important?"

I thought about it, in the era when the zombie was alive, there was probably some kind of saying that the parents ordered the matchmaker to be popular, and the husband and wife wished that they would meet for the first time during the wedding night, and there was no such thing as falling in love at all.

"Falling in love is of course important!" I said, "This is an essential step before getting married. It can help us get to know each other better and see if we are really suitable for living together."

"But we've been living together for a long time, so we should know almost everything we need to know." The zombie said, "You've slept in my coffin before."

"I slept in your coffin, but I didn't sleep with you." I said, "What's more, even if I slept, we can still break up if it's not suitable."

"Is it so cruel?" The zombie murmured, lost in thought.

"Well... But for the two of us, it's just a formality. According to what you said, we are so familiar." I patted the old zombie and said, "What's more, besides you, I have no A better candidate."

"But what if there is?" Zombie said aggrievedly, "I remember you told me that you have a wife in a closet..."

It's all happened in the Year of the Monkey for OTZ, how can he still remember?

This guy's next sentence won't be asking me to take him home to meet my wives, right?

Thinking about this picture, I feel a chill, full of disobedience.

However, my crow's mouth attribute seems to be effective again.

"When will you take me to your house, I want to visit... your wives." The zombie said.

"It's okay, I don't need to call on you." I waved my hands again and again, "They won't care."

"But I care." Zombie smiled and said, "I want to know what kind of girl you like."

"And then?" I asked.

Does he want to use this as a goal for self-cultivation?Strive to become what I like as soon as possible?

Although it’s a bit narcissistic to say so, I can’t help but want to laugh when I think of the scene where the zombie is wearing a little skirt and a pair of ponytails. .

Zombie's face still looks pretty good, if you dress up well, maybe you can really be a master of women's clothing!

"Then? Of course I saw a girl like this, and tried to keep her away from you." The zombie said, "Or what do you think?"

"I... I thought so too." I whispered.