Zhong Li: "..."
"They have stiff bodies, but my zombies have special abilities. Just like in novels, survivors are usually divided into ordinary people and superpowered people, my zombies are the same. Low-level zombies are like living corpses, moving slowly. They don't feel pain and they've lost the ability to think. Their pupils are constricted, forming a layer of white membrane on their eyeballs. As long as a zombie's head is still there, even if his intestines are pierced, he would still go crazy for the smell of fresh blood and flesh."
Song Yaoyao didn't seem to notice that something was wrong with Zhong Li as she continued to explain, "So, the best way to get rid of them is to shoot them in the head! Just like hitting a watermelon, ruthlessly—"
She pretended to hold a golf club with both hands and swung it hard.
Her mouth mimicked the sound: "Bang!"
"Just like that, their brain matter would splatter everywhere, and the zombies will die!"
