Hou Xiaolin was lying naked on the ground, greasy all over his body, especially the thick curly hair, which was still dripping with hot oil. I took a big gulp of hot oil from my mouth, and after about two minutes, I finally struggled to get up.

"Uncle Hou, your skills are indeed capable. When it first came out of the pot, it was still crispy and browned, but now it is white and tender again!"

"You kid and I really don't have a relationship!" Hou Xiaolin scolded at the top of his throat.

"That's natural, you're an acquaintance just out of the pot now. ”

Hou Xiaolin, who had been fried for more than half an hour, was naturally in no mood to accept this kind of joke. But Song Xiaocheng didn't make fun of him, he just felt that seeing Hou Xiaolin again at this time, especially seeing him suffer such a miserable torture, was really embarrassing, so he said some jokes to cover up the atmosphere.

There is no condition to rinse him around, and there is no clothing to cover his shame. If you want Song Xiaocheng to mean it, just send him all the way back to the Third Hospital and go back to his own little dog kennel. But Hou Xiaolin didn't agree, he had to rummage through the cabinets everywhere, and he had to find something to cover up everything.

"Brother, as long as I don't die for a day, I will still be a decent person for a day!"

Song Xiaofei wanted to make another sarcasm, but he swallowed the urge back.

In Song Xiaocheng's mind, he often secretly admires himself. And what he admires most about himself is the spirit of never compromising and never easily admitting intimidation. He often feels that he is a person with a hard heart, so hard that even if he dies immediately, he will never be coerced by outsiders. Like the scenes in movies and TV series that take hostages to blackmail the protagonist, in his opinion, they are all boring tricks to play with children, how can people who can really save the world be restrained by one person, one life?

So he felt that in order to save his life, he would never be able to let him kneel down and compromise, or make some peace agreement with the person he hated. In his mind, such a person does not deserve to live in this world.

That's why he dislikes Hou Xiaolin. A zombie is a zombie, killing someone is killing someone, even if he is a heinous person full of evil, as long as he dares to pat his chest and say, "Lao Tzu is going to do evil", then Song Xiaocheng also feels willing to respect him as a man. is not like Hou Xiaolin, who preaches hypocrisy and justice with a smooth mouth, washing the floor for evildoers.

But now, although he knew that he couldn't die at that time no matter what, he still felt deep down that he owed Hou Xiaolin a life. After all, at that time, he really thought that he was really going to die in the hands of Hiratsuka Xie, and Hou Xiaolin must have thought so too. So when he knelt on the ground like a dog, trying to pull out Song Xiaocheng's life from the bald freak's hands, Song Xiaocheng understood that his previous thoughts were a little too immature.

Maybe it's true that not everyone can live in this world in style, or maybe some people are really forced to live. And these people can only improve their situation by giving up those ethereal spiritual pursuits, and only by becoming greasy can they pursue what they want.

"Why did you want to save me?"

Hou Xiaolin was dressed in a messy oilcloth and wrapped his body tightly. The two of them walked on the fungus moss step by step, and Song Xiaocheng finally couldn't help but ask this question.

"Why?" Hou Xiaolin asked rhetorically, "Why? Is there a reason to save people's lives?"

Song Xiaocheng smiled bitterly and didn't say anything. The two were silent for a long time before moving on to other topics.

"You say, they're not going to catch up again, are they? ”

"Kill him, brother, he's a dead man, how are you going to kill a dead man? But since they didn't catch up at this time, it is estimated that there will be no incident today. At least we can get out of the Flesh Workshop safely today. ”

Hou Xiaolin turned his head and glanced at the industrial park that had been blurred and only had an outline through the yellow-green eyes.

"Speaking of which, what is that flesh and blood workshop for?" Song Xiaocheng asked.

"Create a stronger army of corpses. The new area is now a veritable city of the dead. Under the rule of Hiratsuka and Oni, the industry of the dead began to develop here. It's still in its infancy, but it's clear that their technology is quite mature. Oh yes, the ghoul you fought before was a product of the Flesh Workshop. ”

"I'm **, the undead disaster that escaped alive. ”

"Not all, they also have a lot of civilian technology and some cutting-edge technology, and it is said that they also plan to engage in exchange and trade with the outside world. ”

"Huh!?" Song Xiaocheng was taken aback, "You mean, the zombies plan to engage in exchange and trade with the living?"

Hou Xiaolin also shook his head with a smile, "Who knows what that guy thinks." Killing people without blinking, treating human life like a mustard, but planning to take the regular and legal route?"

"Yes, the living world had better accept them. Song Xiaocheng sneered.

When the two arrived at the Third Hospital, the sky was already slightly dark. With the setting sun, Song Xiaocheng faintly saw a crescent moon in the sky.

According to Song Xiaocheng's meaning, he just made such a scene on the Qinglong Plateau, and killed the key figures of the zombies, I am afraid that the zombies will wait for an opportunity to retaliate recently, and even fall into a rampage. Therefore, it is obviously a little unwise to continue to live alone in the duty room of the Third Hospital like Hou Xiaolin.

"Nope. That's where I live. This is my home. Hou Xiaolin said stubbornly, threw the pile of rags on his body into the corridor of the Third Hospital, and plunged into a small bathroom, trying to rinse it up.

"No, what if those zombies come back and get revenge? You can't die, but you see, they have a way to deal with you. Song Xiaocheng stood outside the bathroom door and sent words in loudly.

"Then what do you say, where should I go?"

With the sound of the water, Hou Xiaolin said loudly while rubbing the oil stains all over his body.

"I'll take you to Teacher Zeng's and go to the Western Hotel. That uncle looks very reliable!"

"Don't come! I'm not going to deal with that old man. ”

Song Xiaocheng smacked his tongue and scratched the back of his head, feeling a little difficult.

"Hey, by the way! There is a group of people on the side of the southern war storehouse, they have food and drink, and there are many people. Their boss has some friendship with me, how about I send you there?"

"Flame Explosion Brotherhood, how do you have a relationship with that kind of cult?" Hou Xiaolin asked, but his tone was not too surprised.

"Uh...... It's not exactly a cult either. ”

"I'm not going!" Hou Xiaolin said decisively, "Those people are more disgusting than zombies!"

"Hey, man, don't be so tough! I'm really not at ease if you stay here!"

"What's not worrying?" Hou Xiaolin turned off the faucet and walked out of the small bathroom with a white towel, "I can't die again." ”

Just went back and forth, until the two of them sat in Hou Xiaolin's nest, one sucking a bowl of instant noodles, Song Xiaocheng was still trying his best to persuade Hou Xiaolin.

"Otherwise, you follow me. In the future, you will go wherever I go, and I will cover you. ”

"Pull it down, you can't even cover yourself. Hou Xiaolin glanced at Song Xiaocheng and continued to suck his instant noodles.

Song Xiaocheng pursed his lips, feeling that what he said was indeed reasonable. Who can cover whom in this world?

Hou Xiaolin quickly finished his bowl of noodles, drank two mouthfuls of soup indiscriminately, rummaged around the cabinet, and finally took out a notebook, which looked like the kind of three yuan a book in the commissary.

"Brother, I have received your kindness. But I'm just living here and not going anywhere. If you're really worried about me, you can bring this notebook. ”

Hou Xiaolin's solemn expression didn't look like a joke at all. Song Xiaocheng put down his fork and took the notebook seriously, thinking that this could be some kind of martial arts cheats.

"This ...... What is this? No words, no words in the heavenly book?" Song Xiaocheng flipped through casually, and there was not a word in the notebook, just like a newly bought notebook. If you have to say that there is any difference,It's probably that after the book is reversed up and down,The front and back covers are exactly the same。

Hou Xiaolin snatched the book, opened the front and back covers respectively, and let Song Xiaocheng look at the blank two pages inside. Then, with a pencil, he wrote his name on the inside page on the side of the cover. When he showed it again, the back cover and the inside page of the cover were written exactly the same three words "Hou Xiaolin", and they were all exactly the same dragon flying and phoenix dancing.

"This ......"

"I also stumbled upon it. This book is half of us, if anything happens to me...... If you want me, you can find me in this book. ”

While speaking, Hou Xiaolin tore the book in half from the middle and handed it to Song Xiaocheng in half. At this point, Song Xiaocheng had nothing to refute, he hastily ate his share of instant noodles, and spent the night in Hou Xiaolin's nest.

Early the next morning, Song Xiaocheng was still in a daze in the chair when he was woken up by the sound of the TV. Hou Xiaolin was lying crookedly on the bed, grinning stupidly, watching a variety show on TV. Without saying much goodbye, Song Xiaocheng rolled up half of his notebook, put it in his pocket, and left the Third Hospital, walking all the way back to the Western Hotel.

As soon as I arrived at the door, it was the sharp electronic announcement voice shouting:

"Warning! Intrusion detected...... Oh, it's you, cut!"

Song Xiaocheng frowned, thinking to himself what kind of thing is this, is it electronic or artificial? Just as he was about to look up, whether someone was making a charging sound, he was interrupted by Lin Yu, who came out of the door.

To be honest, Song Xiaocheng really didn't think Xiao Yu liked him so much before. But since the outbreak of zombies, every time they meet again, Xiao Yu seems to be reunited after a long absence. Probably she was really thinking about herself. Thinking of this, Song Xiaocheng couldn't help but feel a little warm in his heart.

"How's it going yesterday? They're not hard for you, are they?"

"No, Mr. Zeng is very good and made some delicious food for me. ”

As soon as I walked into the hotel lobby, the radiant little old man greeted me.

"Ah, Song Xiaocheng, you're back!How about it?

Song Xiaocheng took out Hiratsuka Xie's eyeballs from his pocket—a black ball the size of an egg yolk. I don't know if it's an illusion, but he felt that the ball seemed to be darker than yesterday.

Teacher Zeng took the ball from his hand and stared at the pitch-black sphere, his eyes gradually becoming distant, as if he was observing some mysterious truth.

"Teacher Zeng, Teacher Zeng?" Song Xiaocheng shouted a few times before finally bringing the little old man back to his senses.

"Oh, oh, sorry, sorry, hahaha! Now, that's it!"

As he spoke, Mr. Zeng turned around and took out a stainless steel iron rod as long as chopsticks - even Song Xiaocheng faintly suspected that it might be a stainless steel chopsticks - there was a bayonet at one end of the iron rod, Mr. Zeng took the black ball and gestured it, and then fine-tuned it with the tool stretched out in the fingers of his left hand a few times, and then perfectly inlaid the ball on the iron rod. Then, he handed the iron rod to Song Xiaocheng's right hand.

Song Xiaocheng took the iron rod and looked it up and down, it was indeed like a stainless steel chopstick. Waved again, and nothing strange happened.

"Hmm...... That's the quest reward? What's the use of that?"

"Go outside the door, kid, hold it and try your right hand. ”