I'm a big boss in Uncle Jiu's world

Qiu Sheng gently pushed open the coffin lid and took a closer look. He saw a cute little zombie with a white face and dark circles lying flat in the coffin. There was no corpse air around him, and there was even a faint scent of sandalwood.

He instantly understood why the master didn't cremate the little zombie on the spot. If it were him, he wouldn't have the heart to do it!

Qin Yao put down the bowls and chopsticks and followed him to the coffin. He looked at the hat on the little zombie's head and the fitted pure robe: "The sandalwood is the coffin and the official uniform is the burial clothes. This little guy had an unusual family background during his lifetime!"

"No matter how extraordinary it is, it's of no use. The Qing Dynasty is gone, and all the past identities have become a passing cloud." Qiu Sheng sighed.

"babble!"

Perhaps smelling the breath of strangers on their bodies, the little zombie opened his eyes suddenly, sat up from the coffin, blinked, and blinked again, looking at this strange environment in a daze, and uttered a faint sound in his mouth. Rumbling in a confused tone.

"Junior brother, why do I feel like he can see it?" In order to prevent this little guy from hurting others, mainly himself, Qiu Sheng took two steps back and ran behind Qin Yao.

"Not all zombies are blind..." Qin Yao shook his head, stretched out his palm to the little zombie and said, "Do you need me to pull you out?"

The little zombie opened his arms, hugged Qin Yao's thick arm, and blinked his cute eyes.

"Senior brother, it's so cute!" Gu Gu said, tugging on Uncle Jiu's clothes.

Motherly love overflows.

Uncle Jiu twitched the corner of his mouth and forcibly pulled back the corner of his clothes: "Junior sister, please restrain yourself..."

Qin Yao raised his arm, lifted the little zombie hanging on it out of the coffin, and placed it gently on the ground: "You can let go of me."

The little zombie obviously understood what he said, slowly loosened his hands, and passively accepted the scrutiny of everyone.

"Little zombie, can you talk?" Seeing that he didn't show any obvious desire to attack, Qiu Sheng suddenly felt that he was capable again and jumped out to ask.

The little zombie shook his head and patted his belly.

"What does this mean?" Qiu Sheng looked confused.

"I know, it's saying that although I can't speak, I have something in my belly, I understand everything, everything is clear." Wencai's eyes lit up and he raised a finger on his right hand and said.

The little zombie shook its head quickly, opened its mouth wide, and made a biting motion.

"Just open your mouth and don't make a sound. What do you want to express?" Qiu Sheng scratched his hair, his face full of confusion.

Qin Yao recalled the plot of the movie and asked tentatively: "Are you... hungry?"

"Hey, junior brother, you don't know and you can't make random guesses. You said zombies can see and can be explained by mutation, but you said zombies can be hungry, then..." Qiu Sheng couldn't help laughing when he heard this, As he was talking, he suddenly paused.

Because when he saw the little zombie nodding, he nodded towards Qin Yao.

Not only that, he even gave Qin Yao a big smile.

Just... quite cute.

"Master, I don't understand." Qiu Sheng turned to look at Uncle Jiu.

"Zombies aren't hungry, so why do they need to suck blood?" Uncle Jiu asked.

Qiu Sheng scratched his head: "That seems to be the logic, but I always feel like something is wrong. My body has turned into a zombie, and my intestines and stomach have withered. How can I still feel hungry?"

Uncle Jiu shook his head and refused to pay attention to this arrogant guy. He ordered: "Wencai, go get a big bowl of blood."

"Master, what kind of blood?" Wencai asked subconsciously.

Uncle Jiu glared at him and said angrily: "Human blood! Do you dare to take it?"

Wencai reacted immediately, made a big blush, and hurried out.

"Brother, just take some chicken blood and duck blood, don't use black dog blood." In order to prevent him from causing any trouble, Qin Yao shouted at his back.

"I know...I'll be back soon."

After hearing their conversation, the little zombie stopped rubbing his belly and looked around curiously.

However, because there are strangers around, it doesn't dare to move around at will for the time being.

"The blood is coming, the blood is coming." Soon, Wencai ran in with a large bowl of blood and handed the bowl to the little zombie: "Drink, fresh duck blood. I don't know if your intestines and stomach can digest food. Duck blood vermicelli soup is a rare delicacy.”

The little zombie's ears automatically filtered out his nonsense. He caught the big bowl with both hands and raised his head to drink. After a while, he drank it all, burped comfortably, and his eyes narrowed into crescent moons.

"Are you comfortable?" Qiu Sheng asked softly, almost dying of curiosity.

The little zombie nodded fiercely.

"Are you pretending to be someone?" Qiu Sheng was speechless.

Apart from the fact that his face is a bit white, his eyes are a bit dark, and his fangs are too obvious, what is the difference between this child and ordinary children?

In fact, in the movie, the little zombies even have a sense of touch and will be extremely itchy if the soles of their feet are tickled.

"Why do you have a hundred thousand reasons?" Qin Yao glared at Qiu Sheng: "Existence is reasonable, why are you so serious?"

At this time, the little zombie who had eaten and drank was a little sleepy. He shook his head, waved to everyone, jumped back into the coffin, lay down on his back, and even stretched out a hand to pull the lid of the coffin.

Not to mention the talented Qiu Sheng, even Uncle Jiu was a little confused by this operation.

This little zombie is probably more intelligent than some thousand-year-old zombies.

"Master, what are you going to do with him?" Qin Yao looked away and asked with a smile.

Uncle Jiu shook his head and said, "I haven't thought about it yet. I feel that no matter how I deal with it, it's not appropriate."

"Such a spiritual little zombie is rare to see in a thousand years, why not just stay here and raise him as your son." Qin Yao said.

son?

Gu Gu's heart moved and she quickly said: "Senior Brother, I can stay here to help you raise her!"

Uncle Jiu: "..."

There is something I don’t know whether to say or not.

Wasn't it a short stay as promised?

"Master, please keep him. If you don't have time to take care of him, I can also take him to play!" Wencai persuaded.

Even after just getting along with him for a short while, he quite liked this cute little zombie.

Uncle Jiu looked at Qin Yao, then at Gu Gu and others, waved his hands and said: "That's all, you all want to keep it, how can I ignore public opinion? But having said that, ghosts in our Yizhuang live in groups. Zombies are infested, and those who don’t know better think it’s a devil’s cave. I won’t be surprised if a knight appears one day and comes to slay demons..."

Qin Yao shrugged: "There is no distinction between good and evil, and people who kill just because of their race are not worthy of the word chivalrous. So when you encounter such a provocative fool, just break his legs and throw them out... …Ahem, it’s getting late, I’ll go to the kitchen to ask for a meal for Nianying, so I’ll go ahead.”

Watching him wave away, Uncle Jiu wanted to give him a few words of warning, but finally held back.

Love between men and women is like firewood, what can he say?

never mind.

Just do their logistical work yourself. There is no need to interfere too much in matters of love between children...