Li Qingming finally breathed a sigh of relief, picking up the dumpling and throwing it directly into the bathtub of the bathroom.
From that point on, only the faint sounds of struggle and twisting from the small zombie in the bathtub could be heard.
"Hungry... Hungry... Hungry... Hungry..."
Having completed this series of actions, Li Qingming quickly returned to the black cabinet, took out the next set of handcuffs and ropes, and went back to the front door.
It was at this moment that the next zombie appeared around the corner outside the door, wearing a red sweater with her hair tied in a bun.
Only this time, Li Qingming had already put away the hockey stick, casually swinging the handcuffs with a charming glance back: "Do you understand now, Du Yimei?"
"Yes!!" Mei Mei nodded vigorously, saying, "These zombies are strong, but not strong enough to break free from handcuffs and ropes, at least not from the ones in the cabinet!"
