Five

Intelligence

It was a quiet day, and the vultures, though not getting much benefit, were at least undisturbed by danger.

Some of the daring vultures, or rather, some of them were too hungry to stand it, swooped down, pecked hard at the corpses that had fallen from the ground for several days, some rotting, but still intact, and then flew away.

There was no black gas they feared, and no figure they feared.

The other vultures also tried to peck at the corpse a few times, but found no danger, so the group of vultures began to take turns, pecking at the corpse one after another, until only a less complete skeleton remained, and then they flew away.

After a peaceful day, it turned into an unquiet night, this night, the zombie did not continue to look for his bright spot, but continued to lie dead on the cliff.

In the second half of the night, he finally moved. Through the faint light, it can be seen that his body, once again, like a small bug, began to bulge one by one small bags that could be moved.

And in the position of his lower abdomen, it should be the leader of this group of small insects, because the bulge where is larger than the others, and it does not move, but the upper and lower drums descend and descend.

The zombie's entire body, as if it had been hit by a machine gun, was swaying there as if it had been hit by a machine gun.

His face, under the green hair that is not easy to detect at night, also looks loose and tight. Finally, at dawn, he let out a tearing "whoa-" long howl.

The whole valley. Because of this long howl, there was a vibration. A small tree closer to him, even. Some of the leaves are slowly drifting down.

After a long roar, his body slowly regained its calm, and he continued to lie there like a dead man, motionless again.

The vultures did not find the corpses that had fallen today, but some of them were brave enough to go to the trees and peck at some wild fruits. Nothing yet.

"Could it be that the zombie is no longer there?" There may be vultures who think so, but there is still no vulture that dares to be as unscrupulous in this valley as before.

And so, a week passed, and the vultures were used to the days without zombies, though they were not as bold as they used to be. However, the corpse that floated down could be guarded against coming down and pecking.

And this week, the zombies didn't lie there all the time. He also gets up sometimes, especially at night, and he looks around for those little bright spots to smoke.

Daytime. He is sometimes sober, but. He just looked at the vultures with disdain, and then closed his eyes in disdain. It's just that those vultures don't know.

Finally ushered in the most unquiet night, the zombie's mouth kept making various sounds, his body twisted, the flesh on his face was also deformed, and his whole body was churning back and forth on the ground.

By the time dawn came, the ground in his area had become pitted, and some of the trees had been cut off from the ground in an untidy manner.

The zombie was curled up on the ground, motionless, only his face, and the skin was still tight.

It wasn't until about noon that he slowly woke up shaking his head as if he was very uncomfortable, and after waking up, he slowly sat up, then looked around, and muttered from his mouth: "This is there, why am I here?" ”

Then, the zombie slowly stood up, and then, staggering towards the cliff, to the bottom of the cliff, holding on to the cliff, looking up, and muttering: "Could it be that this is a cliff?" ”

Then, he smiled wryly and shook his head: "How did I come here?" As he spoke, he patted his head vigorously and furrowed his brows.

It's a zombie here, and it's all a person, but he has a layer of green hair on his face that is not too thick, and the corners of his mouth are from top to bottom, and two fangs stick out.

"Oops!" The man rubbed his stomach vigorously, and then staggered towards the woods.

He walked all the way, all the way to the tree, and finally, he saw a red fruit on a tree, and he gestured the distance with his hand, as if it was a little out of reach, so he stood under the fruit, and with a "hi" cry, he bent his knees, and slammed upward.

"Ahh

"Quack!"

"Quack!"

A group of vultures, which flew so low, saw this death again, and were so frightened that they quickly flapped their wings and flew high into the sky.

"Ahh

"Oops!" He slowly got up, glanced at his body, shook his head, and said, "It's okay, it didn't hurt!" ”

Then, he glanced at the fruit in his hand, which had become a pile of mud, so he shook his head and sighed: "Alas, it's a pity! As he spoke, he released his clenched palm.

As soon as he flipped his palm, he was about to throw the fruit puree out of his hand, but at the moment when the fruit puree was about to leave his hand, he grabbed his palm again, and then looked up at the fruit tree.

"There's no more cooking!" The man shook his head, looked at the tree, and then, looking at his outstretched palms, nodded and said, "This can also be eaten, and it can be chewed sparingly!" ”

"Well, it tastes okay, it's wild after all!" The man was stuffing crushed fruit into his mouth and nodding his head as if he was enjoying himself.

The man ate and walked forward, and observed, until at last he saw another fruit that was a little red.

When he reached the bottom of the fruit, the man stretched out his hand and tried it, then measured it with his hand, and shook his foot lightly on the ground, and finally ran under the tree, foamed at the hand, and then grabbed the trunk.

He easily picked the fruit in his hand on the tree, and standing on the branch, he held the fruit in his hand and looked under the tree with a smile on his face, and then looked at the sky.

"It doesn't hurt to fall so high, this should be fine!" Talking to himself, the man looked under the tree again, and then, grinding the fruit on the limited piece of cloth on his body, he took a bite.

"Well, it's not bad." He muttered and shoved the rest into his mouth again.

Spit out the unswallowable kernel in his mouth, took the residual kernel in his hand and looked at it, and reluctantly threw it away. Then he looked at the whole tree again, shook his head and sighed, then his leg slid down, and as soon as he let go of his hand, the whole person stood firmly on the ground.

He took his two hands in front of his eyes and looked at his body, then suddenly covered his crotch with both hands, blushing, he looked left and right, front and back, and found no others, before slowly letting go of his hand, holding his legs, and slowly walking forward.

"Where is this?" His brow furrowed tightly as he walked forward, looking up and down, left and right.

"How did I get here?" He stopped, his eyes blinking, thinking, "How did you get here?" ”

"Whew!" He slapped his thigh sharply, "I remember, it seems like there was a gust of wind." ”

He fell into deep thought again: "Could it be that the wind brought me in, is it the demon wind?" He smiled wryly and thought of the plot of Zhu Bajie taking Miss Gao away in Journey to the West.

"Alas, forget it, I don't want to!" He waved his hand sharply, said to himself, and walked forward, "Nothing else, how I can get out of here now is the most important thing." ”

On the way, he ate a few more ripe fruits, and in the evening, he found a sheltered place and sat down, stroked his belly with his hands, and muttered in his mouth: "This TM fruit is not rice after all, and there is a lot of food, how can you not suppress hunger!" ”

"Forget it, there's nothing to eat, let's make do with it first, no, catch a bird tomorrow and roast it." As he spoke, he looked into the sky, but unfortunately, he didn't see anything.

"Huh!" Sitting there, unable to sleep, he suddenly saw a figure, so he called out.

The figure didn't know if it saw him, and turned and drifted away.

"Ah, that's an expensive one!" He looked at the shadow, floating off the ground, so he nodded, and called out to the ghost, "Hey, that, that ghost, come here, let's talk for a while." ”

Unfortunately, the ghost didn't know if he didn't hear it, or if he didn't want to pay attention to him, and continued to walk forward.

"Hey, what's the matter with you, that ghost, come and talk to me for a while!" As he spoke, he stood up, patted his butt, and chased after the ghost. (To be continued.) )