Chapter 11

"Clang!"

The old woman with the cat face leaped onto the dining table, staring incredulously at the zombie in front of her.

Li Zhiyuan seized this opportunity to quickly spit out the dry fruit in his mouth, involuntarily pressing his hands against his forehead as he had felt like his mouth was stuffed full of star anise while chewing the fruit earlier.

By now, he had found himself unable to grasp the situation at all.

It made sense for the cat-faced old woman to hold a birthday feast here, and he understood, even tried to muddle through by exploiting the rules of this place.

But what was this zombie doing here all of a sudden?

This was a dream-like but not quite dreamy environment, wasn't it supposed to be her home turf?

Li Zhiyuan did not believe that the old lady held her birthday party because it was too quiet and thought that hiring a child performing troupe was not enough, so she invited a zombie to liven up the atmosphere.