I work as a housekeeper in Guilou

"Iron brain, iron eyes, iron tongue, a piece of ten crystal cores, don't miss it when you pass by -"

Xia Qimiao never expected that the zombies she wanted to see would be setting up a roadside stall.

There was nothing on the iron plate in front of it, and it didn't even fire. It pretended to turn over the so-called brains, eyes, and tongues, which were actually wood blocks, stones, and leaves.

Zombies play house.

"I brought people here."

The zombie wearing a mask disappeared after saying this, leaving the zombie in front of him who looked just like a normal person.

"You can call me the stall owner," the zombie standing in front of the iron plate raised his eyelids, "Oh, fresh brains, fresh eyes and..."

Before it finished speaking, it felt that its tongue was stuck by an invisible force. It simply pulled it out and pressed it back: "I'm sorry, I haven't seen such fresh ingredients for a long time. I'm a little lost. What do you think of the guest?" What do you want?”

In Xia Qimiao's unreliable fantasy, she thought that the leader of the zombies in this area was either an all-powerful person with millions of followers, or someone who was scheming and planning a counterattack. She didn't expect that he would be so... down-to-earth.

"You are setting up a stall here, are there any zombies coming?"

The stall owner didn't expect her question to be so tricky. He raised his hand and patted his head: "Zombies will come if I think about it."

After it finished speaking, a group of zombies appeared in front of its stall in an orderly manner, and then politely took away the wood blocks, stones and leaves on the iron plate one by one.

It's just that the crystal nuclei they put down were grabbed from the original money collection box, otherwise it would be easy for people to misunderstand that they were taking money to buy things.

Amazing control.

After all the zombies in front of the stall left, the stall owner pointed to the tin box: "Performance fee, one piece per person."

Xia Qimiao put in five crystal nuclei.

"We met a fool." The stall owner murmured in a low voice, looking at the person with the real say in this team under the displeased gazes of the three dog heads.

"Since you are the first human to know my identity as a zombie and yet not yell at me to kill me, we can sit down and talk."

When the word "human" came out of its mouth, it only threw pebbles into Xia Qimiao's heart and made waves. The other two monsters had no reaction to this title. It seemed that there was no need to make a fuss over these two words.

Also, in the eyes of Detective

"I know you, the messenger of God." The stall owner sat on the ground. God No. 3's recent fame has reached its ears.

God No. 3 sounds like a temporary code name because I couldn't make up a good name.

"What do you want to do when you come here?" It looked into her eyes, as if looking through her eyes to ask the god standing behind her.

"I want to confirm one thing, whether zombies are human beings."

"Hahaha," the stall owner covered his face and laughed, but the laughter didn't sound right. He stopped quickly, "Sorry, I suddenly thought of something funny. Well, are zombies considered human beings?" , why do you think of this problem?"

Then, it was overjoyed: "If you pick up a random human and ask him if zombies are human beings, he will firmly tell you that they are not. Isn't the answer obvious? How could you still think of such a question?"

"Because, the being who made the rules said there are 100 million people living here."

"The existence that makes the rules?" Its ending sounds raised, "The so-called gods?"

"Although it's not quite accurate, you can understand it this way." It's actually a weird thing.

"Pfft, the number of humans alive on the continent today cannot exceed 10 million. Where did 100 million come from?" Its voice became lower and lower, and it keenly discovered the key point. If wandering zombies are included, then It's not impossible. What means? "

"As you heard, literally."

The stall owner stood up and was about to approach her, but Erha bared his teeth and threatened her, so he took a step back to show that he had no intention of attacking: "How do you judge whether zombies are human beings?"

"Those who can believe in my Lord are humans."

ill? This was the stall owner's first reaction when he heard what she said. He felt that there must be a change in this person's brain, otherwise he would not be able to say such nonsense.

It suddenly felt boring and felt that it was being tricked: "I only sell iron plates here, not shabu-shabu."

The implication is, don't make fun of it.

Xia Qimiao did not move, just looked at it and repeated: "The ones who can believe in my Lord are human beings."

"Huh?" The stall owner met her eyes, calm, peaceful and unmerciful, not like he was joking but really discussing this matter seriously.

Even more ridiculous.

"Then, how do you believe in the Lord you say?"

"As long as you call yourself a 'believer of God No. 3', my Lord will tell the difference."

So simple?

The stall owner had the mentality of having fun while talking, and said without hesitation: "I am a believer of God No. 3. May I ask, Lord God, am I a human being?"

Xia Qimiao looked at the twisted number "3" on its head and fell into silence. Is this okay?

When a zombie says she has faith, can she be counted among her followers? Did she kill many potential believers before?

The stall owner noticed her slightly pursed lips, haha, you can't make it up anymore, right?

Just when it thought she couldn't find a good excuse and was about to issue an eviction order, it finally heard her voice.

"You are human."

What? The stall owner's heart obviously couldn't beat, but it still felt a violent drop, as if it was alive again.

"I'm warning you, don't make fun of me with this kind of thing." The iron plate in front of it sizzled, as if it was frying oil and waiting for the ingredients to be removed.

"You are a human being." Xia Qimiao looked at the "3" above its head and suddenly thought of a question. If it manipulates other zombies to say it believes in God No. , can it be counted among her followers.

Heart is worse than action.

"I'm not sure if you are an exception. You can try asking other zombies to come over and say this to me."

The stall owner thought the woman in front of him was a lunatic, and it happened to be a lunatic too.

It did as she asked, summoning a horde of zombies that lined up in two lines in front of her. It deliberately left the various levels mixed together to see what she would say.

"You don't have to come one by one, let's talk together." Xia Qimiao stood on a high place and had a panoramic view of the situation below.

After hearing a very neat sound, some zombies had numbers popping up on their heads, and some didn't.

"The first column is 2, 6, and 15, the second column..."

After hearing the zombies she named, the stall owner finally looked serious.