Song Jingshi glanced at the towering zombie, then looked at its sharp claws and the tragic state of the rabbit before him.
Silently, he crawled up and brushed the dust off his clothes.
The tall zombie presented the rabbit in front of Song Jingshi.
“Roar.”
You eat.
Song Jingshi hesitated for a moment.
But he finally succumbed to the sharp claws in front of him and took the rabbit.
The tall zombie watched Song Jingshi take it with eager eyes, as if watching a child just learning to walk, filled with love and satisfaction.
Looking at the rabbit in his hands, Song Jingshi didn’t really crave it.
However, he thought about it; he was a zombie now, maybe he would enjoy this flavor. Perhaps it would taste like strawberry cake.
Ultimately, curiosity overcame reason, and Song Jingshi leaned down to prepare to take a bite of the rabbit.
But before he could bite down, just bringing it close to his mouth, a strong bloody smell hit him.
Nausea surged through him instantly.
The rabbit slipped from his hands.
Song Jingshi clutched his chest and dry-heaved onto the ground.
Seeing Song Jingshi in distress, the tall zombie approached with concern.
“Roar, roar, roar.”
What’s wrong? Are you okay?
The zombie, not receiving a response, anxiously rotated in place.
After dry-heaving for quite a while, Song Jingshi finally recovered and replied.
“Roar.”
I’m fine.
“Roar.”
But you seemed really uncomfortable just now.
The tall zombie thought it over but couldn’t understand what was wrong. He didn’t associate it with the rabbit since zombies typically eat raw meat; he didn’t realize Song Jingshi couldn’t handle the smell.
Song Jingshi hesitated, wondering if he should tell the zombie about his situation.
Otherwise, if the zombie kept feeding him raw meat and he couldn’t eat, he would end up starving.
In the end, encouraged by his little assistant, Song Jingshi decided to share his situation with the zombie.
He just used the excuse that his constitution was special and he couldn’t eat raw food.
“Roar.”
Then how should I prepare food for you?
After thinking for a moment, he realized he couldn’t expect the zombie to cook, but he could cook himself, so he could ask the zombie to help him get tools.
“Roar, roar.”
As long as the food you eat is cooked, I can eat it.
“Roar.”
I can make what I can eat myself, but I need some tools.
The tall zombie didn’t understand how to help but knew that those really big houses usually had a lot of things that perhaps the little zombie could use.
“Roar, roar.”
When we reach the city ahead, I’ll take you to the big house to find tools.
After communicating with the zombie, Song Jingshi breathed a sigh of relief; the problem of food was solved.
However, they still had some distance to travel to the city, and he needed to find something to eat first.
“Roar.”
Do you know where there are fruits or anything like that? I can eat those.
The tall zombie, initially sad that he couldn’t feed Song Jingshi, immediately perked up upon hearing this.
“Roar.”
I know, I know! Come with me; I’ll gather lots for you. You need to eat plenty to grow strong.
Excited, the tall zombie led Song Jingshi to one side.
Before long, Song Jingshi was clutching a pile of fruits, and the tall zombie was also holding a bunch.
But how to carry them was an issue; he couldn’t just carry them all the way like this.
As they walked down a small path, he noticed a cloth bag by the roadside.
He excitedly picked it up.
Though a bit dirty, there was a river nearby where he could wash it; it would still be usable.
After washing the bag by the river, he also cleaned several fruits, discarding the ones that weren’t as plump.
With limited space in the bag, he could only gather some of the fuller fruits to put inside.
——“Aw, poor wife, reduced to scavenging for a living.”
——“Fallen pampered son of a noble family, zombie warrior mother, forgive me, I will keep rooting for her.”
——“Wife is really good, despite the harsh conditions, she didn’t cry or complain, although she does excite me when she does cry.”
——“For the person up front, you just want to see your wife cry, don’t pretend, because I do too.”
——“Could we enable the feeding feature in the live broadcast? I really want to raise my obedient wife.”
——“Why is every dungeon so hard for my wife? This one is a team dungeon, but she’s all alone. How pitiful.”
Song Jingshi didn’t pay attention to what the comments were saying.
He had completely immersed himself in the role, wholeheartedly becoming a little zombie.
Once he had gathered everything, the two zombies returned to the horde together.
The tall zombie was no longer thinking about training Song Jingshi.
After all the commotion, he realized this little zombie was really weak; catching a rabbit was enough to hurt himself.
Given that there were so many zombies, they could afford to care for one little zombie, so he abandoned the idea of continuing with the training.
Thus, a group of zombies slowly made their way to the place where the tall zombie said there was a shopping mall.
Inside the shopping mall, there were naturally zombies from this area.
However, upon seeing the tall zombie, those zombies ran away in a panic.
Song Jingshi watched in surprise as they rushed off, some even ignoring their dangling intestines.
When he entered this dungeon, he had his little assistant add a shielding buff for him.
Instead of seeing those disgusting scenes, he only saw text.
For instance, the zombies with their intestines dragging on the ground appeared in his eyes as one whose abdomen was replaced with the characters for “belly.”