Shen Yunshu: "I have a dream: I want to open the biggest and most awesome supermarket in the apocalypse!"

A: "What supermarket still sells weapons and some kind of mysterious black technology?"

B: "This supermarket is great, they even offer delivery, but they don't just deliver to anyone! They don't even spare zombies!"

C: "It's a rip-off! It's like a casino! I lost all my supplies there!"

Shen Yunshu (smiling): "Hold on a little bit, hold on a little bit."

Just as she was running her supermarket successfully, she unexpectedly discovered that the identities of her employees seemed a bit off.

The obsessive and ruthless villain, the morally ambiguous and possessive savior, and the adorably gluttonous zombie king all shook their heads: "How could that be?"

Shen Yunshu finally felt relieved and breathed a sigh of relief: "Then I'm at ease."