[What you said makes me a little scared…]

[It’s true, I’ll post a picture if you don’t believe me, seeing is believing, I just took it! Picture.jpg]

[What is it, it’s blurry, dare to take a clearer picture, hey [/rubbing eyes]]

[!!!]

[The picture I took was clearly very clear, why is it blurry when I upload it? Ah ah ah ah, my sanity is dropping like crazy now [/panic] [/crying]]

[…]

Obviously, the other netizens didn’t believe her words. Soon, everyone started discussing the zombie cub’s price again.

The little zombie was only the size of a Barbie doll, so naturally it couldn’t outrun the tall Sui Han. It covered its little face and frantically moved its short legs, running and panting, constantly gasping for breath.

In the end, the boy still strangled the throat of fate.

“Be good and shave your head, sit down.” Sui Han pressed it on the table and thoughtfully got it a small cushion.

The small cushion was only the size of an ear of corn, and its appearance was also an ear of corn. Sui Han guessed that the original owner should have prepared this for the cubs.

One side of the cushion also followed the long corn silk, which was realistic.

Knowing that it couldn’t escape the fate of being bald, the little zombie could only tremble and hug the corn silk, pouting its mouth, putting away its sharp little teeth, and staring angrily at its owner.

Little zombie: Angry warning!

Sui Han returned to the computer, and the netizens watched them with laughter.

[The cub is so pitiful, but Sui Sui hasn’t given it a name yet.]

[Don’t mention it, let the child go [/laughing]]

[Sui Sui, please switch the cub to the first perspective, I want to feel it hee hee hee hee~]

[Feel the pig-slaughtering knife shaving your head? Unique hobby, but please take me with you [/well-behaved]]

Sui Han skillfully switched the perspective by holding the mouse. After the action, he was surprised. His mind didn’t seem to be completely blank. Occasional memory fragments that popped up happened to help him.

For example, the operation of switching perspectives.

The perspective was successfully switched to the little zombie’s body, and everyone quickly had a sense of immersion. The little zombie was shivering, looking lonely, weak, and helpless.

The long eyelashes drooped, flickering, as if begging Sui Han for mercy.

Sui Han ruthlessly ignored its cuteness, picked up the pig-slaughtering knife, and tested the blade on the small curly hair.

Swish—

A tuft of small curly hair successfully fell to the ground. The little zombie closed its eyes tightly, and its two small hands had already thrown away the corn silk and turned to grab Sui Han’s clothes.

The clothes were wet from being clenched, and the little zombie looked at its owner with tears in its eyes.

Sui Han’s movements were quick, and he shaved the cub’s hair in a few strokes. After seeing a few red spots all over the top of its head like a white steamed bun, he put down the pig-slaughtering knife with an “as expected” expression.

The little zombie was a species with extremely heavy yin energy, and this room was as warm as summer. When the cub grabbed his trouser legs and climbed up, it instinctively rubbed its head against his pants.

Obviously, its scalp was a little itchy.

“Don’t move.” Sui Han got up and went to the bathroom, carrying a small water basin and a tube of ointment.

Although he had just arrived, he was unusually familiar with this room. Sui Han knew this was unusual, but he didn’t have time to think about it.

The little zombie’s head was exposed to the air without the thick hair, and it immediately felt a cool breeze.

It widened its mouth in shock and stared at Sui Han thoughtfully.

Sui Han wet the towel. He used cold water. The little zombie wasn’t afraid of the cold but was afraid of the heat. He wrung the towel half-dry and gently applied it to the top of the little guy’s head.

The little zombie immediately let out an “Haaa” comfortably, small, light, with caution and surprise.

[Wow, so comfortable…]

[The first perspective is so good, I can feel Sui Sui’s fingers giving me a scalp massage [/cool]]

[So Sui Sui didn’t really want to shave the little zombie’s hair; he found out it had prickly heat!]

[Gentle Sui Sui, I want to become his cub [/stickers]]

The little zombie was carefully given a head cleaning and massage. Just as it was sleepy and wanted to sleep, a cooler and comfortable feeling exploded from its scalp and instantly spread throughout its body.

Little zombie: ^0^

Sui Han almost immediately noticed its expression, and the boy’s indifferent face seemed to soften a little.

But he still honestly explained, “It’s true that I can’t braid hair, it’s also true that I wanted to shave your head, finding out you had prickly heat was an accident.”

Little zombie: Beautiful.jpg

Sui Han stared at it again. This little guy seemed to have experienced the benefits and didn’t mind being a bald baby now.

After the ointment dried, Sui Han helped it put on its little hat again.

Then he waved to the screen to prepare to go offline, the wave was a bit perfunctory.

But it wasn’t that he wanted to be perfunctory; the boy’s nature was like this. If it hadn’t been for a little more patience and care in his temperament, he might have agreed to sell the cub for 6 million just now.

Grumble—

After Sui Han finished with the little zombie’s head, he was really hungry.

He looked up at the window. The green trees and red flowers on the road were vaguely discernible, but everything was hidden in a white mist, giving it a dreamlike sense of unreality.

Right now, he temporarily gave up pursuing the original owner’s identity and just wanted to go to the kitchen to make himself a meal.

The time displayed on the computer screen was 16:20, so this meal was dinner.

Sui Han opened the refrigerator and glanced at it. Pasta, cheese, and bacon were all placed in the refrigerated area, and there was also a can of original potato chips on the kitchen counter, which seemed unopened.

He was initially worried about how to cook, because he wasn’t sure if he could.

The takeout bag from Fat Uncle’s BBQ had already been thrown into the trash can. He guessed that the original owner couldn’t, otherwise, why would he order takeout?

But when he saw those ingredients, a recipe suddenly flashed in his mind.

Sui Han tried to boil water to cook the pasta. The pasta was difficult to cook, so he simmered it over low heat for a while, then turned it off to let it simmer.

The little zombie hugged the corn cushion and jumped over, leaping up and nimbly jumping onto the counter, found a corner, put down the cushion, and sat upright on it, watching Sui Han busy.

“I actually know the principle that if the noodles aren’t cooked well, you can simmer them?” Sui Han looked at it and said casually.

The little zombie had a question mark on its head and couldn’t quite understand.

Sui Han felt inexplicably strange.

When he didn’t do anything, his mind was blank, and his memory was like a rolled-up scroll, and he couldn’t see what was stored inside.

But if he really started to do something, many things seemed to cooperate with him and run out deliberately; this feeling was incredible.

Sui Han found a pestle, unpacked the potato chips, opened the lid, and tapped it with the pestle.

The little zombie watched in surprise, widened its eyes, stood up, patted its butt and walked over, as if wanting to participate.

“You want to play? Then you come.” Sui Han was happy to be idle and handed the big pestle to it.

The little zombie hugged it with both hands and used force with a huff.

Although it was difficult, it learned from its owner and pounded the pestle, like the moon palace rabbit pounding medicine, knocking the potato chips into small crumbs.

Sui Han took out the pasta and rinsed it. The noodles were thick, and each one looked strong and smooth. Sui Han directly put the noodles on a plate for later use.

He also took out the ready-to-eat bacon and spread it flat on top.

The bacon smelled very fragrant; it was selected high-quality black pork, and the little zombie drooled, holding the pestle and resting on the side.

“You want to eat? I can’t guarantee the taste.”

Sui Han poured the whole bag of mozzarella cheese into the potato chip crumbs, added a little hot water, covered it again, and waited patiently.

After a while, he lifted the lid and stirred it with chopsticks. The cheese wrapped in potato chip crumbs was pulled out in long strands, and the golden cheese body was as smooth as a streamline.

The pulling was successful, and the little zombie was directly stunned.

Sui Han didn’t expect that he would be so successful. He poured the cheese on the pasta and bacon, and it was done.

A freshly baked cheese pasta was brought to the table, and the little zombie jumped and ran over, pouting its little mouth and secretly hooking the cheese with its finger.

The stealing was quickly discovered because the cheese strands were too long.

Sui Han wasn’t stingy, found a small bowl and divided it in half, and the master and pet ate happily.

“How does it taste?” Sui Han asked the little guy.

Little zombie: (〃’▽’〃)

The expressionless boy nodded; it seemed that it was still to his taste.

After eating, the little zombie took the initiative to put the plate in the dishwasher. The little guy tiptoed to press the button, the dishwasher started working, and Sui Han had already entered the bedroom.

The room was decorated. The bedroom wasn’t big, with only a big bed, a wardrobe, and a bedside table.

And the room where he usually livestreamed was next door, which should have been a secondary bedroom converted into a studio.

At this moment, what attracted Sui Han’s attention wasn’t the room’s layout, but the red book placed on the bedside table. It was the only red thing in the room, which was quite conspicuous.

Sui Han walked over and reached out to touch the book’s cover.

The texture was a bit soft, and it seemed to be covered with a layer of fluff, which felt a bit comfortable and seemed to have a bit of warmth.

“?”

He looked down and saw two gilded words printed on the book cover—

Pet Encyclopedia.

Sui Han became interested. Perhaps the answer he wanted to know was hidden in this book.

The boy picked up the book. The heavy book weighed five or six pounds. Sui Han sat down and slightly opened the pages in the light of the setting sun.

There were no other words inside. The picture on the first page was the shape of a fish.

The red fish had a vibrant body, with rainbow-like wings and tail. Sui Han was stunned and subconsciously reached out to point. The little yingyu vividly jumped out of the paper and appeared directly in front of him.

Sui Han remembered that the livestream seemed to have discussed the yingyu, could it be this one?

Sui Han was about to call it, but suddenly paused for a moment, and then naturally uttered a word, “Are you… Erguotou?”

The little yingyu had just flown around happily twice, and when it heard this stupid name, it puffed up its cheeks and blew bubbles at him again, one by one, seeming very dissatisfied.

Sui Han waved his hand, and Erguotou went back into the book’s pages again, becoming a painting.

The second page of the book was the little zombie.

However, the little zombie had already dashed into the next room, clearly not wanting to return to the book.

The following few hundred pages were blank.

Sui Han closed the book and prepared to go out for a walk. He wanted to figure out what kind of world this was.

The boy took the elevator downstairs and remembered the address on the takeout bag. Since the original owner had ordered barbecue skewers from Fat Uncle’s BBQ at 388, why not stroll over and take a look?

Sui Han walked on the road, and the surrounding images seemed wrapped in a chaotic white mist. As he stepped forward, the scene in front of him became clearer.

When he looked back, the back was filled with white mist again.

Sui Han walked along the street. His residence was at 666, so 388 might not be far ahead.

The road was silent, with a feeling of being muted.

Sui Han couldn’t see pedestrians, couldn’t hear the sound of cars, and occasionally a breeze passed by, but he couldn’t feel the rustling sound of the wind blowing through the grass.

Everything was quiet.

Silently dreadful.

“386, 387…” Sui Han raised his eyebrows; he’s almost there.