"Was it good?" Lin Qiao looked at him and asked. The level-three zombie finished the piece of meat, then sucked his fingers. Hearing Lin Qiao's question, he nodded.
Lin Qiao nodded and said, "Good! Alright, you go over there and don't move."
Next, she turned to the other two zombies who had their hands washed, then waved at the level-four zombie and said, "It's your turn."
"Roar…" The level-four zombie made a step backward with fear. As Lin Qiao's expression turned a little cold, he carefully moved toward her. He understood that if the zombie boss lost her temper, he would be destroyed. However, the screams that the level-three zombie let out just now sounded so scary. He was really frightened!
Lin Qiao waited for him to come to her, then said to him expressionlessly, "Reach out your hand."
The level-four zombie reached out a hand.
Lin Qiao looked at that dirty hand and said, "The other one!"