In the apocalypse world, zombies were in power, and in order to survive, human beings had made deals with some advanced zombies whose IQ had been extended.
People fed the zombies to get their protection.
A person could only raise at most one high-level zombie. Everyone felt that life was too difficult, and they needed to save money.
Only the little homeless beggar’s situation was somewhat special.
San Wu stared at the zombies crowded in front of her, knocked on the lid of the pot, and said impatiently, “How many times have I told you, you have to line up when you get the meal?!”
The zombies lined up with their heads tilted.
Seeing that, San Wu scooped up a spoonful of Chinese cabbage.
“Get the bowls ready!” She said with a blank expression, “Get ready, I’m going to start counting!”
“One!”
“Two!”
…
“Eleven!”
San Wu threw the big spoon angrily, “What’s going on?! Why is there another one?! Is this how everyday is going to pass?!”
In addition to the zombies, San Wu also raised a silver-eyed mutant cat with wings as a backup ration.
This cat had a big temper, and it was not easy for her to fatten it up, but the cat ran away.
San Wu felt sorry for her spare ration, and felt that she would never meet such a fat cat in her life, but she never expected that it would be in a huge battle.
The legendary boss looked at her condescendingly with his wings moving behind him.
San Wu: “Those big silver eyes and those wings on your back, it looks as if I’ve touched them before, right?”
