"Okay, okay. Your dog can talk, congratulations. I'm not surprised at all. It's a surname Lu, which is good. ”

Song Xiaocheng nodded, looking at the stew that was still in Huan Lingyu's hand. What does it mean if a dog can talk? An elephant can not only speak, but also turn into an octopus! He, Song Xiaocheng, has seen all kinds of scenes now.

As a result, Ma Jin and the beautiful sister Hua began to pretend to discuss the topic of Huan Lingyu's family, "If it is attacked by the zombie army, whether the cabbage and radish seedlings can protect this house".

"What about this 'fire fortress' you are talking about?" Huan Lingyu asked as he sat on a stone stool, digging his nostrils and feeding the slimy boogers to the boil. Song Xiaocheng, who had seen Huan Lingyu's various strange behaviors, was no longer surprised, and he felt strange that the pair of beautiful sisters could actually endure this kind of action.

"It's the fire brigade across the street from my house, and it's now a refugee camp. People in my neighborhood who haven't been killed by zombies for the time being have taken refuge there. ”

"Oh, that sounds great, is your dormitory co-ed?" asked Huan Lingyu.

"Of course not!" said one of the two sisters, "but a little brother like you, who is so talented, maybe he can make a special arrangement?"

Huan Lingyu immediately let out a funny laugh that was too hilarious to be good. Song Xiaocheng felt that this kind of laughter seemed to be heard only when he saw the boiled tail in the past.

"Haha Actually, I'm not interested. Song Xiaocheng, is this what you're here for? If you miss me, just say it, do this...... Oh, right...... Sorry, it's the stew that misses you. You should be intimate with him. ”

Song Xiaocheng took a moment, picked up the stew, and walked towards the vegetable field:

"Then you talk slowly, I'll make love with the dog. ”

Walking all the way to the depths of the vegetable field, Song Xiaocheng could still hear that thin, dark and short Ma Jin was harming Huan Lingyu with the zombie army, and wanted to persuade him to go back to the fire fortress together. After making sure that no one was coming, he put the stew on the ground.

"What's going on, stew?"

"Song Xiaocheng, he wants me to give this to you!"

Boiling whispered, twisting his ass and walking under a window against the wall, where a black plastic garbage bag was thrown on the ground.

"What is this? It seems to be a book?" Song Xiaocheng picked up the plastic bag, which seemed to be a small dictionary-sized, book-shaped thing.

"Don't open it! You can only watch it by yourself! He thought it was only you, but he didn't expect you to bring anyone else. That's why he asked me to bring you here. ”

"I brought you here, not you. Wait a minute......"

Song Xiaocheng vaguely noticed that there seemed to be a small bug in the timeline in what Lu Boiled said: since they drove over, Boiled has been lying on his stomach in the yard, so ......

"When did Huan Lingyu tell you to bring me here to get something?"

He ...... Don't ask!Song Xiaocheng, don't ask!"

"Oh...... All right. Uh, there's one more question...... Why are you suddenly able to speak, or do you always speak, I just don't know?"

"I ...... You ......"

Boiled with that wrinkled face, even when he was happy and happy, he looked aggrieved, and after listening to Song Xiaocheng's question, he was about to cry when he was aggrieved.

"Song Xiaocheng, I'm so scared!

"Huh??What are you afraid of?Zombies?"

"No! not zombies, not zombies!"

His voice was very low, as if something he was afraid of was nearby, and he was even afraid that it was eavesdropping on them. Song Xiaocheng touched his boiled head and pricked up his ears for a moment......

"Hahaha! Oh, you're really wary!"

In the front yard, laughter and chatter almost drowned out everything, and there was no movement of anything else.

"Tell me, boiling, what are you afraid of?"

But he lay down, pressed his chin into the dirt, covered his ears with his two front paws, and let out a pitiful whine from his throat. It seems that the dog is really frightened.

"I can't say...... I can't say!"

It's strange that it's not afraid of zombies, but it can't say it. Speaking of which, it seems that since he came to Huan Lingyu's house, there has not been a single zombie near his house. Not to mention zombies, the rest of the city is a mess everywhere, blood and broken limbs can be seen everywhere, but the old family courtyard of Huan Lingyu's family is as clean and peaceful as usual.

Everything is fine except for no one.

Except for no one......

"Boil," Song Xiaocheng put his hand on his armpit, picked up the pug, and walked a few steps deeper into the vegetable field, "Tell me, what do you know?"

He shook his head vigorously, and his eyes were filled with tears, as if he was in great pain.

"Song Xiaocheng, zombies are nothing more than dead humans, we dogs can see that their souls are trapped by evil forces. And the bones of those who have been dead for many years have also been infused with fresh souls, and they are even stronger, but you have not yet seen them......"

"Yes...... Ghouls?"

Song Xiaocheng remembered the term he heard in the cemetery that night. That's right, the skeletons that have been re-labeled with fresh corpse flesh are very different from the zombies in the city.

"They're the source of the zombies you're afraid of, though there are more powerful people behind them......"

"You mean the hood...... That bald weirdo?"

"I don't know who it is! But, Song Xiaocheng! That's not what I'm afraid of...... Compared to the thing I'm afraid of, it's nothing!"

"What are you afraid of?" Song Xiaocheng felt goosebumps all over his body, and the performance of the stewed boil, and the things it said made him feel seriously uneasy.

"Song Xiaocheng, only you can stop this! I know where you went that night......

"How did you know I went to the graveyard?"

"No! not that day! it was the day you spent the night here!"

Song Xiaocheng's hairs stood on end.

The dog knew what he had been through that night? those dreams...... Does he know what he dreamed about?

"Song Xiaocheng, those people you originally trusted are no longer what they used to be!"

Song Xiaocheng's hand suddenly softened, and he boiled the brine on the ground - it really knows that!

Just when Song Xiaocheng was frightened, a shout suddenly came from the other side-

"Xiao Cheng, haven't you had enough fun, you're leaving!"

Song Xiaocheng hurriedly stuffed the black plastic bag into his shorts pocket. When he walked out of the backyard with the boiled boil, Ma Jin, Huan Lingyu and the two sisters were full of joy, as if the two sides had just finalized a multi-billion project.

"Are you leaving?"

"yes, let's go. ”

Wait – this atmosphere......

The black thin man Ma Jin, the beautiful twins, and Huan Lingyu all looked so hilarious that they couldn't do it, and it seemed that the communication just now was particularly in place. But Gao He's expression was strange, as if he couldn't wait to leave.

"Oh, good. Okay, let's go. ”

As he spoke, Song Xiaocheng opened the passenger door and sat in the old jeep, and Gao He had already sat in the driver's seat. But Ma Jin and the beautiful twins were still outside, talking and laughing with Huan Lingyu, and they didn't talk enough.

"Get in the car, let's go!" Song Xiaocheng rolled down the window impatiently.

"Ah, right...... Let's go. Huan Lingyu scratched his ass with his left hand and waved his right hand and said.

"Aren't you coming with us?"

"Nope. Huan Lingyu said.

"No, no, let's go!" said the three men, too, with great joy.

While talking, Ma Jin, Susa, Suna, and the three of them also sat in the old jeep, Huan Lingyu waved his hand warmly and heartily to say goodbye to them.

From a distance, Song Xiaocheng saw that the boil was just like when they came, lying under the stone table, with his chin on the ground and his head holding his head with his two front paws.

The car drove all the way out of the old family area, and Song Xiaocheng tried hard to think about what he had just said, and the thing in his trouser pocket......

"Song Xiaocheng?" Gao He suddenly called him in a low voice.

"Huh?" Song Xiaocheng was startled, turned his head, and found that Gao He's face seemed to be particularly ugly, and the three people in the back seat were still chatting with high emotions.

"What's wrong with you?" asked Song Xiaocheng.

"You friend...... The surname is Huan, right?"

"Yes, Huan Lingyu. ”

"When did you two meet?"

"Hair child. I've known each other since I wore open crotch pants. Song Xiaocheng propped his cheeks and turned his head to look out of the window.

"When was the last time you saw him?"

Song Xiaocheng turned his head slowly and carefully looked at Gao He's expression. Although I haven't known Gao He for a long time, I have gotten along with him a lot in the past few days. Except when he was chased by zombies, Song Xiaocheng had never seen Gao He with such a serious expression.

"What's the matter? Why do you ask this?"

Goh Hyuk let out a long sigh from his nose.

"You're a little weird this friend. ”

"What do you mean?" Song Xiaocheng had to amplify his voice a little to communicate with Gao He normally, because the three people in the back seat were so excited that they had already started singing.

Gao He didn't speak, just looked up in the rearview mirror for a while.

Song Xiaocheng immediately understood......

If the road out is "smooth sailing", then on the way back to the fire fortress, it can be called "as still as water". If it weren't for the fact that he saw a few zombies hiding in the corner, Song Xiaocheng would even think that today was just an ordinary day, but the weather was too hot and there were fewer people on the street.

When the car drove into the courtyard of the fire fortress, Lao Pi was making an impassioned speech, such as "don't lose hope and don't give up fighting", "try to live for the sake of your family and relatives and friends", and "weapons and food are the dawn of tomorrow", and so on.

"Great! You're back!"

Lao Pi walked around from the side of the pile to Gao He and Song Xiaocheng, and followed Huan Lingyu