Rebirth before Apocalypse: My Whole Family are Bigshots!-Chapter 136: You’re Welcome

"Excuse me, excuse me."

Leng Yebai, expressionless, pushed several shopping carts, navigating with difficulty through the "crowded" mall.

Time was of the essence; they couldn’t keep Xiao Niu waiting for too long.

Leng Yebai picked up all the nice women’s clothing and accessories he could find.

The shopping cart was being dragged forcefully in one direction by Leng Yebai, occasionally bumping into some cute ones.

The cute ones stared blankly, unmoving, letting the cart nudge them.

With their king present, even with fresh flesh right in front of them, they didn’t dare to move an inch.

Clothes and accessories were collected, but the cosmetics weren’t yet.

Bai Yifan had mentioned that what girls loved most were clothes, accessories, and makeup.

These three elements were the inevitable conditions for what girls liked.

Leng Yebai bound the shopping carts together with a rope, pulling the long line back to the cosmetics section.

This area was quiet and not crowded at all.

It was just Zhang Yiming and a dozen Zombies.

Leng Yebai placed the shopping cart line to the side and began selecting makeup on his own.

He didn’t know which cosmetics were the best, nor did he understand the various steps of applying them.

So, he decided to take one of each!

Leng Yebai picked out cosmetics with a serious look, as if he were reviewing a multi-billion dollar contract.

Zhang Yiming still sat in the chair, fingers pressed against his temple.

There was a persistent, subtle ache at his temple.

"Could you hand me that?"

Leng Yebai looked past a suited male Zombie, lightly tapping him on the shoulder.

Zhang Yiming: ...

When did Zombies become so without dignity?

The suited male Zombie turned his head blankly, his stiff neck making a creaking sound.

"That pink bottle over there, please help me get it!"

Leng Yebai remained calm, directing the suited male Zombie, his own hands moving swiftly to select the adjacent cosmetics.

Time was tight, so whatever saved time was the way to go.

The suited male Zombie stared blankly at the pink cosmetic for a moment before raising his hand slowly. His stiff fingers approached the pink bottle with caution.

With a bizarrely twisted gesture, his fingers pinched the bottle.

His stiff fingers exerted force and finally picked up the pink bottle.

The suited male Zombie jogged over to Leng Yebai’s cart, gently relaxing his stiff fingers.

With a clatter, the pink bottle fell among a pile of cosmetics.

A hint of a smile flashed across the blank face of the suited male Zombie, seemingly pleased with completing a task.

"Could you please get that blue bottle for me?"

Leng Yebai pointed at a bottle of blue toner.

The suited male Zombie cheerfully jogged over, his stiff fingers slowly lifting and grabbing the blue toner with precision and determination. 𝗳𝚛𝚎𝚎𝘄𝕖𝕓𝕟𝕠𝚟𝚎𝕝.𝗰𝕠𝐦

There was no impatience, and he diligently placed the blue toner into the shopping cart.

"Hey, you, help me with that red bottle!"

Leng Yebai felt one Zombie wasn’t enough, so he patted another Zombie’s shoulder.

The Zombie blankly glanced at its boss, then sluggishly moved its feet to get what Leng Yebai indicated.

Ten minutes later...

Led by Leng Yebai, Zhang Yiming’s dozen or so capable Zombie subordinates were running in circles.

With trembling stiff fingers, they struggled to grasp the brightly colored makeup, jogging over to deposit it by Leng Yebai’s cart.

Then they waited for Leng Yebai to instruct them to fetch another bizarre bottle.

Just moments ago, with a dozen Zombie subordinates, Zhang Yiming now found himself all alone.

Sitting by himself on the chair, he covered his eyes with one hand.

He couldn’t bear to watch.

His shoulder was tapped, and there was no need to guess; here, the only one who dared tap his shoulder was Leng Yebai.

"Excuse me, you’re blocking the shelf."

Leng Yebai’s cool voice drifted over.

Zhang Yiming lowered his hand.

Upon looking up, he saw Leng Yebai and his dozen or so disfigured Zombie subordinates staring at him.

The eyes of the dozen terrifying Zombie subordinates appeared much more lively, their stiff fingers slightly extended.

Once Zhang Yiming moved, they would head for the colorful cosmetics.

Zhang Yiming: ...

Zhang Yiming gritted his teeth; luckily, he had turned into a Zombie, otherwise, he’d have had a heart attack.

"Your leader’s a bit lazy; move him aside!"

Leng Yebai, seeing Zhang Yiming unmoved, spoke directly to the suited male Zombie.

The suited male Zombie timidly glanced at Zhang Yiming, not daring to move.

Leng Yebai ignored all this; he was running out of time!

"Hurry up! Your leader’s lazy, you can’t be lazy!"

Leng Yebai urged.

The suited male Zombie looked at Zhang Yiming, then at the shelf behind him.

Very slowly and sheepishly, the suited male Zombie bowed slightly toward Zhang Yiming.

Then, swiftly, with another Zombie, they lifted their leader.

Zhang Yiming covered his head with one hand, masking his indescribable expression.

The suited male Zombie gently set their king down, then, eyes gleaming, jogged over to the shelf.

A pair of decaying, rigid hands grabbed a makeup bottle with precise force, tossing it into the cart.

In a mere ten minutes, the suited male Zombie had learned how to score a basket!

The cart quickly filled with cosmetics.

"That’s enough, no more."

Leng Yebai calmly waved to the dozen or so High Rank Zombies holding cosmetics.

Too much, and it wouldn’t be easy to carry back.

The suited male Zombie’s eyes showed a hint of regret, quietly holding a bottle of cosmetics behind their leader.

A dozen Zombies lined up and stood once more behind Zhang Yiming.

Unlike before, each held a weird and wonderful bottle of cosmetics.

Zhang Yiming glanced at the cosmetics his Zombie subordinates were holding and finally spoke.

"When are you leaving?"

Zhang Yiming’s voice had a touch of coolness, with a hint of barely perceptible gritted teeth.

"Leaving now, lend a hand and send the cart down for me."

With utmost seriousness, Leng Yebai walked to the window, one long leg already on the windowsill.

"Use the main entrance yourself!"

Zhang Yiming rubbed his temple again.

Leng Yebai raised an eyebrow, "Oh, it was you who locked the supermarket doors, claiming territory as king, huh?"

Zhang Yiming took a deep breath, not speaking.

Leng Yebai walked to the shopping cart, dragging the lengthy line of carts toward the exit.

With a clink sound.

A peculiar pink cosmetic bottle fell from the cart.

The pink bottle rolled in a circle on the ground, stopping right by the suited male Zombie’s feet.

The suited male Zombie looked blankly at its feet.

Creak—creak—

The suited male Zombie stiffly bent down, pinching the pink bottle with both hands, jogging to place it back in the cart.

Alongside, he placed the small tube of primer he’d just gotten, which he’d just picked up.

"Thanks!" Leng Yebai nodded politely.

"You’re, wel, come."

A deep, hoarse voice emerged from the chest of the suited male Zombie, mixed with a trace of a violent, manic aura.

Leng Yebai turned back in surprise, astonished to see the suited Zombie before him.

The suited male Zombie’s face hung with rotten flesh, its eyes vacant, no different from other Zombies.

Yet, that phrase had indeed come from it.