Zaizai also heard it and quickly looked at Jiang Siheng in front of him.
Although it was dark all around, as if he were in a secret passage all the way down, it did not prevent Zaizai from seeing Siheng clearly.
"Brother Junior, is this a zombie?"
Jiang Siheng nodded.
"yes."
Huo Chenyun: "Zombie?"
Xiang Siheng walked forward faster.
"Third uncle, don't worry. They are all low-level zombies, and they are not enough for me to beat with just one finger."
Huo Chenyun: "..."
Is that what he cares about?
What he cares about is why are there zombies in this place?
If there are zombies, are the people living here safe?
It’s scary to think about it!
"Junior, do low-level zombies... bite everyone they see?"
Jiang Siheng hummed, a little annoyed.
"Yes, it's brainless! It's just a moving weapon! And it's also a very inflexible weapon! It's very useless."
Huo Chenyun: "..."
That's because to you non-humans, low-level zombies are very useless.
But against ordinary people... it would be a disaster.
Zaizai was even more confused.
"Brother Xiaojiang, aren't you zombies under the control of your zombie father?"
I really don’t know this general Siheng.
He scratched the back of his head in embarrassment, and it took him a while to choke out a few words.
"Zai Zai, I...have never asked Zombie Dad this question."
Before Zaizai could say anything, bursts of smelly wind blew up from below.
Zaizai raised his little hand to strengthen the barrier, not wanting his nose to suffer.
Huo Chenyun also smelled the smelly wind, but it only took a moment for the smelly wind to disappear.
He looked down and saw there were three steps left.
Jiang Siheng, who was walking at the front, had already reached the ground below. Not far away, two green-faced and fanged giant rice dumplings wearing Qing Dynasty costumes rushed over.
Huo Chenyun: "..."
His eyes!
You can see it so clearly that you will have nightmares when you go back at night.
It was the first time that Jiang Siheng saw the same kind of zombies. Even though they were low-level zombies, his eyes still flashed.
He took the initiative to walk out of the barrier set up by Zai Zai, and soon arrived in front of two big rice dumplings.
The light gray pupils instantly turned scarlet, and the short, thick black hair moved automatically without wind. The aura message of the son of the Zombie King crushed over the two big rice dumplings.
Two big rice dumplings rushed over: "..."
Although the two big rice dumplings have no consciousness of their own, they want to bite any living thing they see.
But when the terrifying aura of the zombie king's son came over, the two big rice dumplings plopped towards the ground.
"Ho ho ho!"
"Ho ho ho!"
…
They subconsciously want to kneel down.
But because my body was stiff, I couldn't bend my knees at all.
So he threw himself in front of Jiang Siheng.
Huo Chenyun, who had just come down with Zaizai in his arms, was startled and subconsciously pulled Siheng.
Jiang Siheng turned his head and smiled at him.
"Uncle, it's okay, they are saluting me."
Huo Chenyun: "Salute?"
Jiang Siheng smiled and nodded.
"Yes, salute."
Zaizai thought about how the ghosts would salute when they saw Pluto's father, and some of them were so slumped, so he started laughing too.
"Zombies, like ghosts, are all based on strength."
Jiang Siheng laughed.
"should be."
He did nothing but released the aura belonging to the son of the zombie king, and these two low-level zombies without self-awareness crawled to the ground.
Huo Chenyun digested it and thought of an important question.
"Young general, what should we do with these two... now?"
He has no self-awareness and attacks living creatures when he sees them. This is obviously not suitable for him to continue to stay in the human world.
Jiang Siheng was obviously aware of this problem and frowned.
Zaizai tilted his little head.
"Brother Xiaojiang, why don't Zaizai roll them up and put them in his pocket first? When we get home, you can hand them over to your zombie father to deal with?"
Jiang Siheng looked at Zaizai in surprise.
"Can they roll too?"
Zaizai tested the strength within his body.
"Okay, but maybe... the curling won't look good."
Her strength was severely damaged and the Yin Qi she absorbed was not enough, so her strength recovered very slowly.
It’s really difficult to roll it up into a little black ball like before.
Jiang Siheng hurriedly said: "It doesn't matter whether they are good or not. Just make them unable to hurt anyone and just take them home."
Zaizai nodded.
"That's no problem."
Huo Chenyun: "..."
Huo Chenyun was extremely curious.
Ghost things have no entity, so rolling and rolling is normal.
But those two big rice dumplings are so big...
While Huo Chenyun was still making various guesses, Zai Zai had slipped out of his arms and ran up to the two big rice dumplings with his two fat legs.
When the two big rice dumplings realized that the living creature was approaching, they made a whooshing sound from their mouths and quickly raised their heads to look at Zaizai.
The two pairs of eyes were particularly terrifying, cold, violent and bloodthirsty.
Zaizai looked at their eyes and suddenly had a direction.
"The eyes look pretty flexible, so keep those eyes open."
Huo Chenyun and Jiang Siheng: "Huh?"
Zaizai didn't hear it because she was already focused on her work.
Because Siheng's bloodline was suppressed, although the two big rice dumplings kept making horrifying and threatening sounds, they were rolled up from the feet up without delay.
The body is too stiff.
Zaizai rolls the bar very fast.
So in the dark basement, there were constant "click" and "click" sounds.
Zaizai spent some energy to reduce the proportion of the two big rice dumplings and rolled them quickly.
Just roll three times five times two and that's it.
There were even beads of sweat on his forehead.
"alright."
Huo Chenyun and Jiang Siheng took a closer look, and the corners of their mouths twitched at the same time.
"so?"
Zaizai nodded and looked at the two little zongzi that were about the same height as her.
"Third uncle, young general brother, Zaizai has done his best."
Huo Chenyun and General Siheng quickly changed their words.
"This is good. It's so small. Zai Zai is great!"
Zaizai sighed, a little melancholy.
"It's still a bit big and can't fit in Zai Zai's pocket."
Huo Chenyun: "It's okay, it's okay, as long as the car can fit it."
Jiang Siheng nodded hurriedly.
"Yes! It'll be fine if it fits in the car."
Zaizai blinked his big eyes, a little worried.
"But if you ride in a car, it's easy for someone to discover that they are not human."
Huo Chenyun expressed his stance.
"It doesn't matter. We are all traveling in private cars, and we are all our own people. No outsiders will find out."
Zaizai: "But Third Uncle, don't we have to take a plane when we go home?"
Jiang Siheng rushed to answer.
"Zai Zai, my zombie dad has a private jet. Just ask his private jet to pick us up when the time comes."
Zaizai's eyes lit up.
"That's no problem."
Just as the three of them finished speaking, there was a "bang bang bang" knocking sound from the other door in the basement.
The two little rice dumplings about the same size as she were being rolled up by Zai Zai heard the movement and made a ho ho ho sound again. The sound was obviously louder and more ferocious than when Zai Zai rolled them up before.
Huo Chenyun frowned.
"Junior, move them behind the door."
Jiang Siheng nodded, picked up two small rice dumplings and arrived at the door in the blink of an eye.
The two little rice dumplings that screamed fiercely looked like two little quails in its hands.
Huang Yalan's timid voice came from behind the door.
"Master, are you sure...those two things can help me?"
