Lin Luo never expected that after his sudden death while playing a game, he would travel back in time to the early years of the Republic of China when zombies were rampant. As soon as he arrived, he saw terrifying zombies jumping around and chasing the living people, which frightened him out of his wits and hid in Yizhuang. I thought that hugging Lin Zhengying's lap would provide stability, but on the first day of my apprenticeship, I was stuffed with a bunch of yellow talismans: "You stay vigil tonight, and the zombies come and stick it on its forehead." Looking at the terrifying jumping sounds outside the door, Lin Luo's hand holding the yellow talisman trembled slightly: "Master, what if this talisman is stuck crookedly?" Lin Zhengying calmly took a puff of cigarette: "Then let it change its taste."
