Uncle Jiu and I Hunt Zombies Together

Feng Baobao: Zombie, don't run! Let me hit you!

Uncle Jiu: Baobao, would you like to take me as your master?

Feng Baobao: I would.

"Bang!"

A tremendous crash sounded as a powerful force smashed the wooden door to pieces. A shadow staggered inside.

Seven-year-old Feng Baobao's eyes flew open in terror. In the dim moonlight, he made out the scene before him: an ashen-gray face, hollow, lifeless eyes, and a horrifying smile hanging from its lips. It was unmistakably a zombie!

Feng Baobao's heart lurched. How could he have forgotten that he was no longer an elementary school student living in peaceful times? Just a few hours ago, an accident had sent him transmigrating into Uncle Jiu's zombie world, where he had become a destitute little beggar living near the funeral home.

"Roar!" The zombie let out a low growl and advanced on Feng Baobao with stiff steps.

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any similarities are purely coincidental. Do not imitate.