It turned out that Shen Long was already in the temple in his village, he felt an indescribable pain in the depths of his neck, lifted the futon on his body, and was just about to get up, but was warmed by a warm word.

"Son, does your neck still hurt? Daddy, I'm a little ruthless, I have to do this in order to survive. Shen Long's father, Shen Daliu, said softly. Then he took out a salted duck egg from his pocket and said, "Come, eat it, and nourish your body." ”

Shen Long stood up and said to Shen Daliu embarrassedly: "It's better for you to eat, my neck doesn't hurt so much." "I was nervous, my neck actually hurt, but I was afraid that my father would worry.

In the end, Shen Long still took the salted duck eggs, saying that in this cold day, the salted duck eggs were warm, and they were very comfortable to hold in his hands, and it turned out that Shen Da kept them in his inner pocket to warm them up.

Shen Long peeled off the skin of the duck egg and sniffed it gently, the white egg whites seemed to glow, giving out a fragrance that could make your mouth water. Shen Long couldn't help but bite down half of the salted duck egg, and the just right amount of salty was evenly distributed in all parts of the duck egg, without flaws.

Shen Long happily asked Shen Daliu with a salted duck egg in his mouth: "The salted duck egg you are looking for is so delicious!" Shen Long had saliva dripping in his mouth.

Dongyue Temple is located in Shen Village, Zhoukou City. It was built in the Northern Song Dynasty, and was rebuilt in the eighth year of Ming Zhengde, the twenty-ninth year of Kangxi in the Qing Dynasty, and the sixth year of Jiaqing. There are thousands of years of ancient cypress in the original temple, and the temple is large in scale and neatly laid out.

There are more than ten halls such as the mountain gate, Wenchang Pavilion, the God of Wealth Temple, etc., and the whole temple is majestic and holy, and it seems that it does not disturb with the world.

Dongyue Temple located in Shen Village, Zhoukou City, the temple fair here is also one of the ancient temple fairs in Zhoukou City. The county spent more than one year to invest more than 80 yuan to rebuild the Dongyue Hall of the Song Dynasty, and welcomed tourists from all over the world during the May Day period.

Shen Long looked outside the house, there were really a lot of people, almost all of them were from Shen Village, Shen Long thought to himself: Their lives are really big, and they haven't become zombie rations. But what made Shen Long strange was that whether Shen Long saw an old man, a teenager, a middle-aged person or a young man, they seemed to be full of energy, as if there had never been a zombie incident in this world.

Shen Long couldn't understand why there were so many people? And it doesn't seem that they have lost their yearning for life. Shen Long took a look, but saw the classmates who came with him, chatting on the other side of the door of the God of Wealth Temple, I don't know what they were talking about, it was so exciting, I didn't even notice that Shen Long had woken up.

At this moment, Shen Long thought of something, turned around and asked his father Shen Daliu, who was about to discuss the discussion: "Dad, what happened to my tablemates, where is Xu Dangbing?" Shen Long's heart was burning anxiously, looking forward to his father's answer.

Shen Long's father, Shen Daliu, frowned and said, "In order to cover our smooth retreat, he was unfortunately eaten by the zombies. Xu Dangbing was also seriously injured and is now being treated in the clinic. Saying that, Shen Daliu made a very sad expression.

When Shen Long heard this, his face changed suddenly, his hands were clenched into fists, and he trembled, since Shen Long knew that Xu Dangbing was in a hospital outside Dongyue Temple, he rushed there.

After a moment, Shen Long panted and ran to the door of the clinic, looking at the closed door, Shen Long raised his head and glanced at the wall next to him, which was not too high, with contemptuous eyes. With a kick on his feet and a pluck of his hands, Shen Long climbed over the wall that was not too high, and as soon as his feet hit the ground, he shouted loudly and shouted a few words.

A middle-aged man tiptoed out of a room next to him, signaled Shen Long to be quiet, and beckoned Shen Long to let him in.

Xu Dangbing was lying on a white hospital bed, the old yellow sheets were so yellow that he couldn't bear to look at them directly, and he was tightly tied to the hospital bed by several thick ropes. He was aching and trembling, his expression twisted and clutching at the yellowed sheets. In the cold winter, a layer of sweat condensed on his forehead, and the beads of sweat slowly gathered and flowed from his head, face to the pillow.

Another middle-aged man who seemed to be a doctor was holding his head and thinking about it, and the little rabbit in Shen Long's heart pounced and asked the middle-aged man who looked like a doctor, "How is he?" ”

The middle-aged man who looked like a doctor shook his head, glanced at him and said, "It's hopeless, be mentally prepared." ”

In a trance, Xu Dangbing grinned, clenched his teeth and showed more than eight teeth, suddenly opened his big mouth, and let out a painful roar from his throat. With feelings of anger and sadness in it.

When Shen Long heard this, his skin instantly became goosebumps. The middle-aged man who seemed to be a doctor was so frightened that he directly kidnapped another middle-aged man, opened the door together, and fled.

Shen Long was in a hurry, picked up a bottle of pills and sent it to his mouth, and used glucose injection as a drink for him to drink, regardless of whether thirty-seven is equal to twenty-one or not, mutated into a zombie, nothing is it, and he has to die!

Shen Long found a stainless steel plate and put the scalpel, scissors, and stethoscope on it... What a mess, the whole road is on the side. He poured the large and small bottles of pills placed on the cabinet on the plate, and did not even miss the cough Trane, Diet Tablets, and Banlangen, stirred a handful and sent them to his mouth, and poured them into his mouth with a large drip.

At this time, Xu Dangbing's throat was not idle for even a moment, he kept swallowing, and Shen Long poured more than ten bottles of drip one after another before stopping the injection. Seeing foaming at the mouth, his eyes rolled directly. Shen Long thought to himself: Now that the game is over, not only did he not succeed, but he was poisoned to death.

It's a medicine that is three points poisonous! That's right, in a few breaths, Xu Dangbing's eyes were swollen, his lips were purple, and he struggled to get up. Seeing this, Shen Long hurriedly ran away.

When he ran to the gate of Dongyue Temple, he saw that the middle-aged man who was next to the doctor just now led three strong-looking men to rush out of the gate with weapons, among the three men, Shen Long's father Shen Daliu was one of them.

Shen Long waited for them to come to him, and said in a panic: "He's fine, the virus has been killed, please don't hurt him!" ”

The middle-aged man who took the lead said with his lips slightly upturned: "Is it difficult to wait until he turns into a zombie to kill?" In case of a slip-up, can you afford it? ”

"I can afford it." A heavenly sound came from the mouth of Shen Long's father, Shen Daliu.

"Yo, you kid dare to talk back to your uncle." The man looked at Shen Daliu with contempt and said very badly, "Okay, when he mutates, it's you, you kill him first, don't regret it when the time comes." ”

Shen Daliu clenched the woodcutter, looked at the ground, and said nothing.

Shen Long could see the embarrassment in his father's heart at this time, so he trotted and hid in the Temple of Wealth to lie in the same place, thinking: The same table is gone, and Xu Dangbing doesn't know whether he is alive or dead, does this world have to be difficult to get along with me? Why is the world at odds with me everywhere?

Shen Long thought about it, and after a short time, an undulating voice called his name...