Western Fantasy: the Zombie I Raised Is Disobedient

They believe in the Holy Light, kill werewolves with silver swords, and seal vampires with crosses. After Zhou Can came through, the system gave him a zombie. Wearing a Qing Dynasty official hat and tattered official uniform, the corners of his mouth are always stained with blood, and his teeth are not brushed. The Paladin asked him, "What do you believe in?" Zhou Can glanced at the person in the coffin box behind him who was opening the lid. "I believe in sticky rice, yellow paper, and black donkey hooves." The flying-headed man walks at night with his head cut off, and people are stabbed through the wall to claim their lives. The Holy See is still meeting to discuss countermeasures for vampire resurgence, and Zhou Can has already taken zombies to make extra money. Until one night, the zombie sat up from the box, turned its empty eyes to him, and blood dripped from its lips. It said: "Hungry." Zhou Can: "... Think clearly, who will give you incense if I don't have it?"