In a zombie-infested apocalypse, while others stock up on cans, I stock up on air fresheners; while others practice their superpowers, I learn "Self-cultivation in the Service Industry." My name is Lu Renyi, and I wanted to guard my ancestral small building until eternity, until a zombie carrying a briefcase knocked on my door, handed over a box of expired canned meat, and squeezed out two words with a stiff voice: "Stay in... Shop."
Since then, my B&B has welcomed the most bizarre customer base in history: a teenage zombie who wants to have a pajama party, a professor's ghost who sits in the study all night, and a gardener's zombie who is obsessed with mowing the lawn... I use a broom to protect hygiene, use a smile to resolve fear, and live the apocalypse as the ceiling of the service industry.
Until one day, the biggest trouble comes - not the zombie wave, but the survivor human base. They pointed a gun at me and called me a "traitor who colluded with monsters." I looked back behind me. The corporate zombie client silently put down his briefcase and growled threateningly at them.
