Apocalypse: My Zombie Clone

Cheng Qian has never thought about what the real apocalypse will look like? Just like he has never thought about whether the tofu pudding eaten by the world's richest man is salty or sweet. Cheng Qian, who is always busy with various tasks on weekdays, seldom concentrates on doing one thing. Even if he only looks up at the sky for a short time and is a little literary, he is always busy in order to pay off hundreds of thousands of debts, running around all day long, living like a *. Only before going to bed can he stretch his body luxuriously, feeling that he is still a human being. Ten hours ago, Cheng Qian never thought about whether he was a human being? This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.