"Come on, kid, sit here!"

The middle-aged aunt pulled over the chair.

"No, just let it stand."

Fernan looked at the little zombie and said, "Its leg is injured and cannot sit down."

"Yeah?"

The middle-aged aunt sighed: "Little pitiful..."

As she said that, she pulled the little zombie to the mirror, looked down, and said, "Why is this child's scalp color?"

"The heart problem is insufficient blood supply and hypoxia in the blood."

"Oh! Then why do you still need to cut a long-lived braid? It's unlucky!"

The aunt shook her head and said, "I dare not cut this..."

"I'll add you."

"It has nothing to do with money..."

Fei Nan took out a piece of 1,000 yuan, and before he could lift it up, it disappeared.

The aunt quickly stuffed the banknotes into her pocket, took out a razor from her waist bag, and asked, "Don't you take it apart, right?"

"Not to remove."

Fei Nan said, staring at the little zombie.

The aunt reached out and touched the little zombie's head, and couldn't help but shrink her hand: "Oh, this child is really weak, and his head is so cold."

Open the razor, she pressed the little zombie's head and shaved it.

The little zombie looked up and sniffed at the aunt's wrist.

Fernan stared at it and was ready to take action at any time.

But the little zombie didn't move, but turned to look at Fernan: "Dad...ha...hungry..."

"Be good, don't move!"

The aunt shaved the root of the braid on the back of its head and said, "This child's hair is so hard. If you hear people say that the hard hair will be hard, the child will definitely get better slowly."

"I borrow your auspicious words..."

Fei Nan responded, but was thinking about the strange behavior of the little zombie in his heart.

Why does a zombie go to suck pig blood without sucking it?

It always calls him godfather, is it because it really has a godfather who looks very similar to him, or is it called him just by himself?

Can it really completely resist the temptation of human blood on it?

"Okay!"

After the last knife, the aunt lifted her braid and said with a smile: "I'll find a bag for you to pack it, and I'll take it back and leave a souvenir for the child."

The braid was shaved off, and the little zombie seemed to be a little uncomfortable, and kept looking around and looking for it in confusion.

Just as he was about to leave, the aunt turned around and touched the razor again, saying, "Don't move, there is still a little bit of it that hasn't been shaved..."

Fernan looked at her and suddenly a steel ball popped out with his fingers.

The steel ball accurately hit the aunt's razor handle, and the razor was hit and rushed forward, instantly cutting through the aunt's finger.

"ah!"

With a scream, the aunt felt that the razor in her hand was shocked and could not hold it. She escaped from her hand, flipped it in the air for half a circle, and inserted it into the head of the little zombie.

"Huh!"

The aunt gasped, her eyes widened, looked at Fenan, rolled her eyes, and she fainted.

The little zombie raised her nose and sniffed it, raised her hands and jumped on the spot, turned 180 degrees, looked down at the aunt who was fainting on the ground, and was about to jump over.

As soon as it jumped up in the air, it was stopped by Fernan.

He grabbed its arms with both hands and tweaked them behind him. The little guy was very strong. Fernan took some effort to control it.

Fei Nan reached out and pulled out the razor that was still stuck on its head. A thin blade appeared on the top of the little zombie's head, but no blood was oozing out.

Its eyes stared at the aunt's blood-stained fingers, struggled twice, and said vaguely: "Fuck... dad... hungry..."

"no!"

Fernan shouted softly and increased his strength in his hand.

The little zombie looked back at him in confusion, Fernan stared at it, shook his head and said again: "No!"

The little zombie looked at the aunt's bloody fingers, her eyes a little reluctant, but the force of resistance gradually disappeared.

It's really useful?

Fernan was quite surprised that his order could actually suppress the little zombie's blood-sucking instinct?

He was even more curious about the origin of the little zombies. After activating the mission line, he had to find a way to catch the two big zombies and find out their identities.

The little zombie stopped resisting, but she still stared at the blood on the aunt's fingers, her eyes full of desire.

He put the hat back on his head, wrapped the scarf, put on his sunglasses, and took out a stack of money and placed it on the table.

On a whim, I used my aunt to do an experiment, and I just regarded this little money as her mental compensation!

When he left, the aunt lying on the ground suddenly opened a crack in her eyes.

After looking around, the aunt turned over and sat up, and patted her chest in fear.

"Oh! I'm scared."

As she got up, she couldn't help but mutter: "It's so strange, how could the razor move?"

...

"Dad...hungry..."

The little zombie's voice became a little weak. Fernan opened his perspective eyes, but found that the energy in his heart was less than one-fifth of the original one.

Moreover, the only remaining energy is still gathering towards the blade above its head, slowly repairing its wounds.

This also made the energy consumption faster and faster. The little zombie leaned straight in Fernan's arms, and his voice became smaller and smaller.

"Hold on, my godfather will take you to find something to eat right away."

Before he knew it, Fernan naturally began to call himself a godfather and took the little zombies to the nearby comprehensive market quickly.

He was reluctant to let this little guy die like this, this was the first extraordinary creature he encountered.

Haven't studied it thoroughly yet...

The bustling comprehensive market is crowded with people, and this is the place with the strongest atmosphere of life.

The crowd was curiously looking at the little zombie leaning against Fernan's arms and pointed at it. They might think that it was just a fashionable child.

Fenan walked straight to the poultry stall, which was the only place in the comprehensive market where living things could be found.

"Give me a goose."

He pointed to the largest white goose in the cage and said to the vendor.

"Do you want to kill?"

"If you don't kill, just pretend."

Fenan carried the goose, found a secluded place, covered her clothes, and handed the big white goose's neck to the little zombie's mouth.

The energy in the little zombie's heart was already bottoming out. It closed its eyes, sniffed its nose, opened its mouth and bit the big white goose's neck, and sucked it.

The big white goose screamed, and then quickly became hoarse.

Fenan watched the energy in the goose's body being sucked into the little zombie's mouth bit by bit. The energy in the little zombie's heart gradually returned to half of its original appearance, and there was no energy output in the big white goose's body.

He let go of his mouth with satisfaction. The little zombie licked his lips and squeaked twice, sounding in a good mood.

The big white goose became stupid and motionless.

Fernan packed it up and placed it at his feet. He planned to take the goose back and keep it in Li Jie's room opposite.

He wanted to see if the animals bitten by the little zombie would also become zombies, and if so, how long would it take to start changing...
Chapter completed!