After hesitating for a while, I decided to give him instructions to try it out.

The little zombie blinked.

After understanding what I meant, he made a few sounds towards the group of zombies.

I didn't understand what he meant.

The group of zombies suddenly turned around and looked at the little zombie in unison.

In their gray-white eyes, there was a hint of fear.

It worked!

"Can you make them not go to the outskirts?"

The little zombie's voice was much smoother than at the beginning: "I'll try."

The group of zombies heard his voice and uniformly stopped, shaking their heads and looking at the little zombie with determination.

Strangely, none of them dared to move, looking at the little zombie with caution.

I finally breathed a sigh of relief when the broadcast announced that the troops were preparing to evacuate.

I reached out and patted the little zombie on the shoulder: "Thank you!"

The zombies around me seemed to have become enlightened, as if they knew it was thanks to me that they were about to miss out on their buffet feast. They looked at me joyfully.

The gray-white eyeballs emitted a faint green light.

The stiff zombies began to contort in twisted postures.

Their legs bent at unbelievable angles.

Like an unknown tide from the deep sea, they surged towards me.

I silently hid behind the little zombie and gave them a thumbs up: "It would be a pity if you didn't go dancing, your flexibility and bendiness are truly rare in this world!"

Other zombies were still approaching me.

Only a zombie with hair as pink as a cherry blossom leaned her head to the side and looked at me.

She was wearing a swan-like ballet dress, as white as snow.

Then, amidst the zombie surge, she tiptoed and lifted the edge of her skirt—

She started to dance ballet!

Wow!

Even more surprisingly, those zombies were showing hostility towards me, displaying their sharp teeth and claws.

I evaluated each one:

"Hmm, your teeth are so white, you'd be great for a black toothpaste commercial!"

The zombie with white teeth thought: "Mom! I found a job!"

"Hey, your finger dancing is very sensual, perfect for finger rehabilitation exercises!"

The dancing zombie thought: "I don't want to let her go, but she said I'm sexy!"

"Wow! Your chest muscles are so big, perfect for being a male mother... no, I mean chest boulder crusher!"

The zombie with big chest muscles said dejectedly: "I actually wanted to be a male mother..."

"..."

These zombies... I feel like they have some serious issues.

Could it be that they have secretly evolved without me knowing?

They can all communicate with me telepathically now!