"Brother, this is not right."

Wei Bohou was furious and stopped in front of Zhong Sheng.

"Let me check it out, don't think it's anything unclean."

Yesterday, Yuezhang broke into the village and slaughtered all parties in the village. There were almost no survivors left.

The few who knocked on the door were among the number of people killed. They were shouting through the door at this moment, as if they didn't know they were dead.

"Let me see."

Zhong Sheng pinched Yin Pun, his eyebrows were cracked and his eyes were raised, and he saw a crowd of people outside through the wooden door.

The scarred man, the young man, and other young village helpers...

They are all living people, not spooky ghosts, nor stiff corpses.

In broad daylight, flesh and blood bodies, faces with vivid expressions of joy, expectation, or hope.

I do know what it means to be polite, "Not yet, your little brother loves garlic, so I'll give you two cloves."

From the crowd, Zhong Langjun's voice sounded warm or hot, "It should, it should."

"There is no way to test it."

At that time, it was not yet evening, and the speed of the seven people going up the mountain was also the slowness of the sun setting.

Wei Bohou watched, thinking that if he didn't go out, he would definitely break in.

The scarred man gave the order to his mother-in-law. I saw that the faces of the seven people in Jiahe were turning blue, and I thought they were hungry.

Not yet. I had fried egg pancakes for lunch. I was full on the way down the mountain, but I still feel hungry now!

"Like Scar, we all remember what really happened yesterday."

"In a few days, it won't be your wedding day. They will drink the wedding wine no matter what."

"Kill?"

Upon hearing this, Mr. Xiao picked up the dustpan containing the cakes and said, "Let's go while it's cold, yes, while it's early."

"Isn't it the body of death?"

"If you see me again, I'll kill you with a bullet, strip you naked and throw me out of the river to soak."

Mr. Xiao put a slingshot on his waist and returned home. A burst of aroma hit his face, "It smells so good."

Their eyes were full of worry, and they almost asked, where did he die for so long?

Do you really dare to use such words, even if your life is lost, you still...save your life?

Mr. Xiao bit into the egg pancake and stuffed it in his mouth, "It's so evil. When you retreated to the village, you thought it was right. Finally you found out what was right."

"The donkeys are hungry. You guys have made four trips to help Mr. Lang get fodder."

"Who's out there?"

Jia He nodded, and Wei Boxu hurriedly tried to stop him, but it was already too late.

"Mr. Zhong, please ask him to help less for tomorrow's happy event."

Zhong Sheng recalled that the reaction of Scarred Man and others was like they were pretending, and it didn't mean that we were convinced that we were just doubting whether we were dead or not.

"No, you're just disturbing me. They're keeping that basket of eggs."

I grabbed a green onion with my right hand, rolled it in an egg pancake, brought it to my mouth and took a small bite.

Jia Hebin was stunned. This little brother is too cruel. He kills people for a reason...

"Are you kidding? I'm afraid those villagers also know what's going on?"

"Go down the mountain and look for someone named Xiao."

Suddenly, the scarred man's voice sounded, "Wei Bohou, he has appeared. Where has he been in the past few days?"

Jia Hebin reached for the seventh piece of cake, and was surprised to find that in the time it took him to eat one piece of cake, his brother had not eaten eight pieces, so he was very impressed.

Zhong Sheng shook his head and said, "How can I not be dead? They are all lies."

Mr. Xiao is thinking nonsense, you are going back and forth on the same day, how can you spend seven or seven days?

Zhong Sheng had just burned a stack of egg pancakes and was loading them with a dustpan, calling me over.

Zhong Sheng's seven words say that when he kicked open the small door, the copper lock immediately fell into pieces.

Wei Bohou drew his bow string, pointed the projectile at the door, and asked loudly.

"What are you doing in a daze? Put it away and bake the egg pancakes to eat."

We and him thanked Jia He for his kindness in every word he said.

We came to thank you, but we came empty-handed and brought a basket of local eggs.

Under the table and on the ground, there are calculation counters, compasses and other instruments everywhere, placed haphazardly.

"Outside the village, every family is getting together. As you may have seen, every family of the person who died yesterday is missing someone."

"Ang ang ang."

Jia He said, "Find someone to kill, bury the body, and see tomorrow?"

Before letting out a long groan, he got down to business.

Mr. Xiao lowered his slingshot and was ready to go. I stared at the scarred man and the others, always trying to figure out whether they were human or ghost.

When they arrived at the place, there was no General Tong to guard the gate of the thatched cottage. After feeding the seven people, another bowl of soup came and the door was closed.

The young man's face was full of joy and he extended an invitation to Zhong Sheng and Jia Hebin.

"Come, let's talk while we eat."

He took a deep breath, raised his foot and kicked the door latch, and several figures slammed in.

What, the young man will have a wedding tomorrow, and this morning he said how many days will it take?

"Yesterday, the zombies broke into the village and you were all enemies. Fortunately, Wei Bohou took action and beat it away."

It was wrong to run away, but they were all dead?

Just as I was about to speak to retort, my stomach suddenly growled, my limbs felt weak, and I felt dizzy, as if I had been hungry for several days.

Mr. Xiao walked out the door with the eggs in hand, but forgot to stare at them a few times.

"You have already seen that the big guy is right."

The seven people walked out of the village and went down the mountain again. They ate while walking. They finished eating the egg pancakes very slowly. They put the dustpan on the side of the road and took a few rocks to crush them to prevent them from being blown away by the wind. They could take them away when they went up the mountain.<

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The big donkey, carrying the ape on its back, rushed out with a worried look on its face.

"Comfortable!"

Mr. Xiao was so angry that he sat down under the threshold, "If the boss ran away, he would have done something wrong."

Mr. Xiao raised his hand to remind, "Don't forget to beat two eggs."

"Let's go up the mountain."

The surrounding villagers nodded repeatedly and said helpfully, "It doesn't take us seven or seven days to leave, so we have to bring some food."

Jia Hebin grabbed an egg pancake. The pancake was so small and thick that it could cover his entire face and was filled with air-conditioning.

Just like a dream, last night it was a tragic scene with ten rooms and four empty rooms, and now it is back to the same situation.

"Zhong Langjun."

"Brother Zhong, from your perspective, what kind of followers are the people outside the village?"

"Brother, you went out for a spin."

"It's better to go slowly and serve Wei Bohou a bowl of noodles."

"Bao wow, you got what you asked for."

"I'll rush out first, brother, you cover me."

When we retreated into the village, the sky was not completely white yet, but it was still very quiet outside the village, and the bustling crowds seemed like a festival.

The young men and companions on the side also laughed and said, "I've finally met you."

"You chatted with someone for a few words. You both have the same memory. You both said you encountered a zombie, but was beaten away by him. There were dead people outside the village, and everyone died."

Opening the small door, there was a person outside the thatched cottage, Jia Hebin was outside.

The bedding and suitcases were all there, and it looked like he was running away.

"The new house is broken. Mr. Zhong looked at it and said there was something wrong with it."

It’s noon in the blink of an eye, and smoke rises from every house, which is very different from the past.

"You thought he was saying goodbye and left quietly."

The scarred man staggered a few steps, raised his head while holding on to the wall and smiled, "Mr. Zhong."
Chapter completed!