The moment the zombie climbed into the car, it started shouting about cutting out Chen Luo's kidneys.
Chen Luo glanced at it. What did you have for lunch to get this drunk?
The zombie was built like a burly man, broad-backed and thick-waisted. Had it been a butcher when it was alive?
It reeked so badly that Chen Luo felt sick.
The zombie's strength was unknown, but Chen Luo wasn't worried in the slightest. Before he left, Rice had specifically divined that his journey would be safe for the next hour, with no danger whatsoever.
Seeing Chen Luo sitting "obediently" in his seat without moving, the zombie was very pleased. It chuckled and said, "How about we work together?"
Chen Luo froze. This zombie was that smart? It even knew about working together?
Chen Luo asked, "How?"
The zombie said, "I'll lie in ambush somewhere, and you lure humans over for me to eat. About three at a time should do. Remember, don't lure too many, or I might not be able to beat them."
This zombie did have brains, far more than an ordinary zombie, but there were limits.
That brief remark had exposed its strength. If too many people showed up, it couldn't beat them.
Of course, it might have said that deliberately, but there was no need. The zombie had no reason to deceive Chen Luo like that.
Chen Luo countered, "What's in it for me? If we work together, you have to give me something, right? Why should I help you if I get nothing out of it?"
The zombie went blank and muttered, "Something?"
This seemed to be a profoundly complicated question, sending the zombie deep into thought.
Suddenly, its expression turned vicious. "Something? You dare ask me for something? Don't you want to keep