In a flash, a week has passed.
You could say these past few days have been both peaceful and comfortable for Lu Chuan.
The bloody Licker in the district that resembled a zombie killer has been put down, so there's basically no need to live in daily fear.
And with the continuous improvement in strength, various matters are handled by Corpse Puppets, while Da Pang, like a Gate God, guards the entrance as an evolved zombie.
Lu Chuan currently doesn't have to worry about danger arriving unexpectedly.
"Dad's dad is called grandpa..."
"Dad's mom is called grandma..."
A series of childish voices echoed from the living room; those unaware might think it was the entrance to a shop.
In the living room, Ji Ruxue was holding a blue and white learning machine, and the rhymes were emanating from it.
In the past few days, Lu Chuan had specifically arranged for Corpse Puppets to help the little one acquire this item.
The little one is growing too fast, almost like a child prodigy.
