The zombie in a suit walked stiffly, holding a pink makeup bag, with a face painted like a wailing ghost, step by step out of the living room.
Zhang Yiming watched the back of the zombie in a suit, lost in thought.
When there's time, it's necessary to educate zombies about aesthetics.
Zombies like the one in a suit have strong mimicry abilities, with faint self-awareness, and love mimicking others.
Just imagine his zombie underlings with bizarre makeup, following him around.
Too silly!
He's not Leng Yebai, he doesn't need such silly underlings.
Fan Tangtang glanced at the newly emerged zombie in a suit, blinked obediently, and didn't dare to say it looked bad.
Afraid Aunt Wang might also do her makeup.
Fan Tangtang whispered in the old zombie's ear, "Grandpa, don't just stand here, hurry back!"
To avoid being caught for a makeover.
He himself was fast, so he wasn't too worried.
