I'm Filming Variety Shows In Apocalypses

An ancient fire called "grief and anger" with a hint of ancestral bloodline, a "blood feud" appeared in Melan's heart.

He looked at Aon as if the boy massacred his entire clan.

Seeing Melan's face that looked like a dark cloud before the storm, Aon immediately surrendered to prevent the start of world war 3.

"Okay, okay, I'm just kidding. Here are the clothes I've chosen for you. Take a look."

Aon waved his hands and presented the clothes in front of Melan, not caring whether Melan could see in the dark or not.

Melan snorted at Aon's cowardly look and just silently looked at the clothes on the ground.

Well, these clothes were well-chosen. He would look like a handsome traveler from afar who had gone through war, famine and other major disasters.

It's quite artistic and has a deep meaning.

Melan was secretly surprised that Aon's fashion sense was not bad. It was actually as good as other stylists and designers with a fashion industry background.

But how could Melan praise a junior? He just nodded lightly and waved his hand, ordering Aon around as if he was an errand boy.

"Not bad. Take the clothes and let's go to the rooftop."

Melan glanced at the female zombies who brought the clothes that Aon chose.

He wasn't stingy with his fans and immediately held a small meet and greet with his elite fans.

At the same time, Aon looked at the scattered clothes on the ground and whistled, summoning his newly-hired assistant.

"Bobbbbb— "

Bob, who was standing at the corner, pretending to be a statue, immediately "woke up" and rushed towards Aon with bright eyes.

"Yes, boss! Here..."

Bob saw Aon's white and tender face, and he almost drooled on the spot.

Ouch. What a delicious-looking human being.

He also smelled good! Like grilled steak!

Aon felt the zombie's greedy eyes and immediately glared at him, almost scaring Bob to pee his pants.

"What're you looking at? I tell you, if you dare to think of anything inappropriate...hehe."

Aon's laughter was soft, but it sounded like the laughter of a devil from hell.

Bob immediately threw away whatever thoughts he had just now and diligently packed the clothes that Aon had chosen.

As for the rest of the clothes? Of course, leave it on the first floor to lure a few contestants to come in.

Melan also had the same thought as Aon, so he didn't ask the female zombies to leave.

On the contrary, he looked at his zombie fans with honey-dripping eyes.

"My dear fans, it's already late at night. How about you guys rest on the first floor? You can also keep an eye on these clothes."

Although the rest of the clothes weren't chosen, the female zombies still held hope.

What if the human being needed more than just one set?

He might choose more!

The female zombies immediately agreed and hurriedly surrounded the first floor, keeping an eye on the clothes.

Melan didn't forget to give them a few more instructions out of his care for his fellow contestants out there.

"Yes, if other human beings come to get the clothes, you should inform me, okay? I have something to do with them."

The female zombies didn't care what Melan wanted to do with his fellow human beings, so they just obeyed Melan's instructions and guarded the hill of clothes.

After Melan gave his words, he followed Aon and Bob, who was holding a bunch of clothes to the rooftop.

The group of three climbed to the second floor, the third floor, the fourth floor, the fifth—

Aon, who was soaked in sweat as if he was bathing and Melan, whose breathing had already become so weak that he looked even deader than a zombie, subconsciously shouted at the same time,

"Ahhh!! When will we arrive???"

They miscalculated!

What a huge mistake.

This building was taller than it looked from the outside.

Not to mention that the stairs were broken and the elevator stopped moving.

They climbed the stairs like climbing some kind of dangerous mountain.

Not to mention there would be a few random zombies coming out of somewhere from time to time, giving them various side quests.

They had climbed for an hour straight and they still had not seen the door to the rooftop!

Melan and Aon felt that they would die before they could go to the rooftop.

Thinking that they still had to climb the stairs for another six floors or so, the two people looked at Bob, who was a tireless zombie and came up with an idea.

"Bob, you go ahead. When you find the rooftop, tie a rope or something and let down the rope to this floor."

Aon pointed at the skylight in the middle of the stairs that coiled to God knew where.

They could climb the rope or let Bob pull the rope through this skylight

"Okay..boss..." Bob obediently walked up the stairs and arrived at the rooftop in just thirty minutes.

Without the weak humans, he could arrive much faster!

After Bob found the door to the rooftop, he searched for a suitable strong rope and tied it to the stair's railing.

Then, he pushed down the long rope until the rope reached the sixth floor where Aon and Melan were currently resting.

Don't ask how an abandoned and broken building had a long rope that could span six floors.

Seeing the rope, Aon didn't care about safety hazards and quickly caught the thick rope with his hand.

Then, under Melan Cho Lie's shocked gaze, Aon nimbly climbed the rope, looking like the reincarnation of a monkey spirit!

Aon was so skillful that the rope only shook lightly, as if there was no heavy human climbing with it.

This kind of light body and rope-climbing skill weren't something that ordinary doomsday superstars could learn!

Melan wasn't the only one shocked at Aon's skillful move. The audience, Rennesse and even Renmu widened their eyes in disbelief.

Especially Renmu.

He subconsciously stood up from his seat and almost shouted in reflex—

Isn't that his skill?!