The Passerby Wants to Break Their Souls

When Zhou Ze and the elderly Daoist walked out of the hospital, Bai Yingying happened to hail a taxi. She wore a pair of blue jeans and a white sweater, looking very youthful and beautiful.

Even though she had been asleep for two hundred years, she was still in her twenties.

"Boss," Bai Yingying greeted Zhou Ze across the road.

"That's why it's so easy to create trouble in the wild." The old Daoist sniffed. He looked at the white oriole that was walking down the road and sighed. "The family sure is sensible."

It was clear now that the culprit was most likely a zombie, and there was a domestic zombie inside the bookstore—Bai Yingying.

The old Daoist priest had seen Bai Yingying in charge of cleaning and greeting customers with his own eyes. After she was done with work, she had to sleep with her boss. She was truly the most dedicated employee of the New Era.