Rebirth before Apocalypse: My Whole Family are Bigshots!-Chapter 216: The Professionalism of an Excellent Funeral Master
"Good!"
Wang Yiyun’s eyes sparkled brightly.
She felt she was bound to win!
After all, she was a professional!
Liu Jing’s eyes were equally bright, and the wrinkles on her face seemed much shallower.
She was an excellent forensic doctor.
A forensic doctor who can’t apply makeup to a corpse isn’t a good forensic doctor.
She believed she would surely win!
Everyone: ...
Didn’t want to be the judge.
Suit Zombie: ...
Didn’t want to be tormented.
From the rotting throat of the Suit Zombie, a slow breath came out and then slowly inhaled back.
The scent of human flesh wafted across its nose, and for now, it could only remain motionless, having to listen to the orders of its food.
Never felt so speechless.
When the food made a request, the Suit Zombie dared not refuse.
Its own boss was sitting there, and it did not dare to show the slightest impropriety.
Really feared that if it didn’t cooperate, it would fall out of favor.
Falling out of favor wasn’t even the worst part; the worst part would be having the terrifying pressure crush it directly!
What else could be done?
Had to cooperate!
"Where are the gloves? Get them out quickly, don’t hide them! Otherwise, if we dig up the meat from your face, don’t blame us!" Wang Yiyun blatantly threatened.
The Suit Zombie tilted its head slightly, thought for a moment with its rotting brain.
These two takeaway boxes were right!
Its handsome face couldn’t afford to lose a chunk of rotting flesh.
It was still planning to rely on its good looks to become the boss’s most trusted subordinate!
For the sake of its face, the Suit Zombie decided to give them gloves.
The Suit Zombie’s stiff fingers slowly raised, carefully pulling out a thick stack of disposable plastic gloves from the pocket inside its suit.
These plastic gloves were originally used for eating lobsters. The Suit Zombie didn’t eat lobsters; it used them to maintain hygiene.
In the eyes of the Suit Zombie, these were not just gloves.
They were its best tools for gaining favor!
Liu Jing noticed a thick stack of disposable gloves placed over its heart, invisible from the outside.
Because there was a big hollow dent in its chest.
Even so, it was still lively and active.
A zombie’s vitality was much more resilient than that of humans.
No matter how terrifying the wounds on its body were, it didn’t stop it from disdainfully rolling its eyes at others.
The Suit Zombie struggled with its stiff fingers to separate the gloves, but they wouldn’t come apart for a long time.
Its fingers were not flexible, and the plastic gloves were too slippery.
Wang Yiyun, impatient, seeing it take so long felt it was too slow.
Reached out her hand, wanting to take them herself.
For the first time, the Suit Zombie resisted, clutching the thick stack of disposable plastic gloves tightly to its chest.
In its vacant eyes, there was a hint of vigilance.
You may not let me eat.
But you can’t take my gloves!
The gloves are its last line of defense!
"Tsk, you continue!"
Wang Yiyun rubbed her temples, no longer trying to snatch its disposable plastic gloves.
Zombies are dumb; she can’t be like a zombie!
So, everyone in the room, eyes wide, watched as the Suit Zombie struggled with the gloves.
Fan Tangtang lay at the door, her dark eyes looking sympathetically at the Suit Zombie.
As a Zombie King, smelling all the human flesh in the room, saliva was about to drip out.
To be honest, even though these people were his friends, he still wanted to gnaw on them but held himself back better.
At least he had thoughts.
But other zombies were different; very few could restrain themselves.
All of it due to Boss Zhang’s suppression.
He suspected that after today, the Suit Zombie could surely become the most tolerant zombie!
Its restraint was too strange, even more so than Boss Zhang!
One, two...
The rustling sound of the disposable plastic gloves.
Ten minutes later.
The Suit Zombie handed two pairs of gloves to Wang Yiyun, then carefully re-stacked the remaining gloves and put them back in the inner pocket of its jacket.
Its rotting fingers lightly patted the area where the gloves were stored, the corners of its mouth slightly raised.
Good, it still had a lot left.
Bai Xiqin was surprised, giving the Suit Zombie a glance, "It can even count?"
One person, two hands, two people, four hands, needing four disposable plastic gloves.
A problem even kindergarten kids could solve, yet for zombies, it was harder than the Olympic competition.
The Suit Zombie heard Bai Xiqin’s voice and its blank eyeballs rolled twice, still unable to resist.
This time, it genuinely rolled its eyes.
Food, who are you looking down on?
This zombie is the boss’s favorite!
Can count with nine fingers, how could it not figure out how many pairs of gloves there are?
Bai Xiqin: ...
She was actually looked down upon by a zombie!
Bai Xiqin smirked at the Suit Zombie and silently pulled out the dagger tied to her leg.
Bai Xiqin’s fingernail lightly tapped the dagger.
Clang—
The crisp sound of the dagger entered the Suit Zombie’s ears.
She raised her dagger defiantly at the Suit Zombie.
The Suit Zombie’s vacant eyes rolled twice more; it wasn’t the least bit afraid of the dagger in the food’s hand.
But since the boss was there, it had to give him some face!
The boss’s attitude was its attitude!
The Suit Zombie’s blank eyes quickly glanced at Zhang Yiming.
It saw, Boss Zhang was smiling foolishly at Bai Xiqin.
Good, it knew what to do.
The Suit Zombie suddenly bent at a ninety-degree angle, bowing in apology to Bai Xiqin.
This zombie was wrong!
Even if you don’t look good and aren’t too smart, I shouldn’t have looked down upon you!
Please tell the boss, don’t destroy me zombie way!
The crystal core energy in my brain isn’t pure, I don’t have any superpowers, it’s completely worthless!
The Suit Zombie didn’t say a word, but Bai Xiqin read all sorts of cowardly words from its rotting face.
Bai Xiqin’s mouth twitched, silently putting the dagger back.
She always felt her actions were too... silly.
Threatening a zombie, she was probably the first person to do so!
However... it was also the first time seeing such a quickly cowardly zombie.
"Hmm, what’s wrong with you?"
After putting on the gloves, Wang Yiyun applied toner and was about to hydrate the Suit Zombie when she saw its bent cowardly posture.
The Suit Zombie maintained its bow for five seconds before standing back up, its rotten face carrying a faint smile, giving Wang Yiyun a gentlemanly grin.
Ugly meal box, you may proceed.
Everyone: ...
Felt that this Suit Zombie somewhat looked down on humans!
But it always maintained a gentlemanly demeanor, making them feel as though those previous expressions of disdain were a mere illusion.
Wang Yiyun and Liu Jing couldn’t care about these; they took the toner and started slapping it onto the Suit Zombie’s face.
One on the left cheek, one on the right cheek.
The Suit Zombie stood there motionless, letting them slap its face.
"Tsk, your face is too dry, you should apply more toner, it’s evident you don’t drink water often!"
Wang Yiyun clicked her tongue.
The rotten flesh on the Suit Zombie’s face was pitch-black, occasionally oozing black blood.
Even with the black blood for moisture, you could still see the curled-up white dead skin.
It made sense that zombies only knew how to gnaw on flesh and blood, probably never adhering to the eight glasses of water a day rule.
No wonder there was so much dead skin!
The Suit Zombie’s face twitched slightly.
What was the food saying?
It hadn’t heard clearly.
With the food tapping its face with fingers.
It only smelled the increasingly rich aroma of human flesh at the tip of its nose.
The fragrance of flesh and blood filled its mind, and it suppressed a couple of hoarse grunts.
The pressure on its body suddenly grew significantly heavier again.
