Lin Hao's little head sprouted a big question mark...
This seems to be the strongest zombie in the city, counting pomegranate seeds late at night?
Is this some kind of special performance art?
Or perhaps, looking at the other's attire, a typical worker dressed neatly yet cheaply for a regular job—
Seems to be a worker.
So is it possible...
Counting pomegranate seeds is a job?
Maybe it is.
Lin Hao was once purely a worker for a long time, he knows too well about the weird tasks assigned during work.
However, as it currently stands, this person... no, this zombie dressed as a worker, is the strongest within this city, who would assign a job to him?
...
"Mother, should I follow him to leave?"
In the consciousness space of the Little World, there is no concept of time.
After observing this newcomer in the consciousness space for a while, Sang Biao's heartfelt reverence for him grows stronger.
