Chapter 214: Righteous Qi Stick Method!

A new day.

Cowell slept comfortably, waking up twisting his neck and moving himself in the small room. Outside the window, there was the sound of birds chirping, and the sound of salsa blowing bamboo leaves, and he listened carefully.

Click!!

The door to the basement opened, and the monks, who had come to deliver the meal, came down the steps with baskets in their hands. He changed into civilian clothes today, and he wasn't wearing that monk's uniform anymore.

White short-sleeved, loose sweatpants, and a black baseball cap on the head. Cowell felt that this body was still more suitable for this sheriff.

As usual, Martin took out the food piece by piece, then picked up the basket and wanted to go. But he walked over to Cowell and opened the iron door to the small room.

When he delivered food, Cowell took the food from under the iron door, a food delivery port. Today, when he was leaving, he opened the iron door.

"I'm not leaving."

Cowell didn't know where he could go without this, he was used to being locked up in the basement. After saying that, he looked up at Martin, thinking that he was trying to drive him away.

Martin didn't speak, and threw him the keys to his house. Cowell didn't understand even more, thinking that he didn't want to go, so he simply left.

"I'm running out of supplies at home, I'm going outside to search for some, and there's still half a jug of water in the kettle! I've searched the neighborhood, and this time I'll probably have to go a little farther. ”

"Zhou Ba has a wound on his leg, I don't want it to follow me, leave it here with you. I've opened the door, you can go out at any time, and I'll take care of it! ”

After Martin finished explaining, he suddenly remembered something, and continued to add, "There are walking corpses nearby, and the traps are a bit old-fashioned, and they can't be trapped anymore, so be careful." ”

Cowell watched Martin leave, clutching the room key he had given him, and shouted at his back, "Why would you trust me!" ”

Martin didn't answer, and walked down the steps out of the basement, followed by the sound of the iron door shut.

It is a special blessing to be trusted. The original Cowell has always lived in falsehood, and the people around him are all acting on the spot, all of them are living in interests.

The trust between people is also based on interests, and it is interests that make people trust each other. Martin, on the other hand, is a simple person who doesn't think so much.

He lived to "clean up", to live for the dead that could not be buried. You can call him stupid, but in fact he has all beings in mind and changes the world by himself.

And in today's world, there are no more people like him. People kill each other, and those who live for themselves don't think about others.

Removing the sandwich, Cowell found a small notebook pressed under the plate. It was supposed to be Martin's thing, with the words "Righteous Stick" written on it.

There are some stick methods recorded on it, which Martin summarized and practiced by himself. It was also one of the kind of sticks he used to subdue Cowell in one move.

On the left is the stick method, and on the right is the experience. The core concept of the righteous spirit stick is to use justice to influence and tolerate lost people and help them change their evil ways and return to righteousness.

They don't advocate killing, and killing doesn't solve the problem. Even if the other party is evil, he has a good side, and when he is forced to do so, he supports justice and kills him.

After reading what was written earlier, Cowell threw the notebook aside, thinking that it was funny how stupid it was to create such a thing.

Woo Woo Woo !!!

As he pondered, there was a cry outside, and Martin had entrusted him with the help of taking care of the eighth day before leaving, and gave him the key.

Outside the window, the eighth of the week was chained, and several walking corpses broke into the place and surrounded the fence. They are very close to the eighth day of the week, and the eighth day of the week is constantly roaring and jumping back and forth.

Cowell didn't plan to change it, leaned his head against the wall, closed his eyes and didn't listen. He felt that it had nothing to do with him, so he left the stupid dog alone.

The barking of the dog continued, and the walking corpse had broken through the fence and walked towards Week 8. Around the eighth day of the week, it jumps around and circles with the walking corpses.

"Damn it!"

Cowellen got up and rushed out of the small room. He ran up from the basement and saw that Zhou 8 was surrounded by three walking corpses, so he hurriedly rushed over with a wooden stick.

Holding the stick flat, Cowell pushed the three walking corpses with one hand and pushed them away from Eighth. One kick knocked one down, and the other two were pushed down with force.

Without a bayonet, it was inconvenient for him to kill the walking dead. The walking corpse crawled up and circled him, grabbing him by the arm and lunging at him, Colwell struggling to push it to the side of the stake.

Pushing the walking corpse by the shoulder, Cowell pushed it down, his head stuck on the stake. The walking corpse was impaled in the head, and his hands hung down and he didn't move.

Turning around, the other two walking corpses pounced on him as well, picking up sticks from the ground and snapping them around their necks and pushing them to the other side.

When it comes to the walking corpse, what justice says is farting, and it doesn't work at all. If you tolerate them, won't they eat you anymore?

With a roar of rage, Cowell kicked a walking corpse into a trap with murderous intent. Press the other one down, and a stick pierces its head.

Then he picked up the stick and walked over, and stabbed the walking corpse in the trap to death with a stick.

The dealer has been destroyed, and the vegetation planted in the fields has been trampled by the walking corpses. Some of the vines were also trampled down, and Cowell sighed as he watched.

Fortunately, even if it didn't get bitten on the eighth of the week, it had time to break free of its chain and run towards Cowell. Cowell was tired and panting at this time, and sat on the ground to rest.

After checking it and making sure it was okay on Friday, Cowell touched it. He took the chain of the eighth of the week and pulled it back to the basement.

Throwing Week Eight in the small room, Cowell took food for it, and then walked back alone. He cleaned the ground and dug a hole for what he had stepped on.

Arriving at the mass grave in the back, he pushed the cart out of the field, loaded the three walking corpses into the cart, transported them to the ground and put them down, and followed Martin's example, searching for their belongings.

None of them were documented and their names were unknown, and after Colwell buried them, he took three carved planks of the victims and stood on their graves.

Taking the tools from the workbench, Cowell repaired the fence a little more and tied it firmly with wire. In the vicinity of the house, a few new traps were dug and sharp wooden stakes were installed.

When everything was done, Cowell went back to the basement and closed the door to the small room. He locked himself up again, sat on the floor with his back against the wall, and continued to look through the notebook.

In the evening, Martin returned.

He put down his backpack and found that the eight days at the door were gone, so he shouted nearby. He went to the field behind and saw that there were three new mounds and three planks.

I found that the tomatoes planted next to them had been turned up, and a few of them had been trampled on. The wooden fence next to it has also been revised and strengthened to make it stronger.

He thought it was Cowell, and hurriedly walked to the basement, where he saw Week 8. I happily hugged the eighth day of the week, and thought it was lost.