Old man Zhang said in a low voice: "I'll just go down this road, you have to find a way to inform me in time if there is any situation." Going further, let's talk less. ”

We answered.

Old man Zhang shook the soul hook flag again, the bell was very weak, I dragged it at the end of the line, and it was difficult to hear it clearly if I didn't listen carefully. But apparently the living dead did not listen to the voice, so that no matter how loud the sound was, as long as the brass bell swayed, he would be led forward.

We, a nondescript makeshift team, took advantage of the night to walk in this small Zhou Village.

None of us know if we're going to get through by doing that. We don't even know where we're going, whether someone will come and censor our identity.

We walked along the road for about 100 meters, but there was still no figure in sight on the road.

It makes me wonder if anyone else is here?

It was at this moment that a bell rang from inside the stockade. The bell was dull and low, rumbling five times.

In the stillness of the night, the sound of the bell should be able to be heard far away.

Old man Zhang, who was walking in front, was stunned for a moment, and his footsteps stopped. This bell should not ring without purpose, I don't know what it represents.

Sure enough, I observed in the back that as the bell rang, figures appeared from all corners of the village.

They came out of nowhere, but they all came down the road under our feet.

I guess they came out of the wooden huts that were everywhere in the stockade.

They looked dull, looking like the living dead in our ranks, only more alive. When they came to us, they only looked at us a few times and then avoided us.

They seem to have come out of the wooden houses next to them, are they residents here?

I was full of questions, but there was no one to ask.

But everyone is on the same path, and they are all moving towards the same goal.

So we could follow the flow of people, they were dressed in the same clothes as we were, and a few of us were hidden in the crowd, so that it would be less easy to be seen.

We're happy to stay where we're and keep moving with the crowd.

In the beginning, there was only one path under my feet. But as I walked, the wooden houses on both sides gradually became scarce.

It was as if we had stepped into an open field.

And the living dead gathered from all directions are all concentrated in this empty field.

At this time, countless torches were lit around the square. The fire shines brightly, illuminating the surroundings. I peeked and saw a tall stone platform right in front of us.

The stone platform was made of some bluestone, and it was as high as five or six meters.

In front of the bluestone platform, there seemed to be many people in black clothes. Those people are clearly not the same kind of people who have come from far and wide.

Not only did they dress uniformly, but they also stood in an orderly manner. At first glance, it is trained.

And our large group of people is more like a rabble, standing in the dark

All of them are gathered together, and there is no pattern to speak of.

But there was one thing, so many people stood together, and no one spoke, except for the sound of footsteps.

Everyone waited silently, not knowing what they were waiting for.

And a few of us, surrounded by these crowds, have long been out of a queue. This is something we didn't expect at all.

We had to squeeze desperately in the crowd so that we were not completely washed away, because our clothes were almost the same, and later, I could only see the black and impermanent figure that Old Man Zhang pretended to be, because his clothes were still relatively conspicuous in this crowd.

Everyone huddled together, and I watched the people next to me.

These people are old and young, men and women. They didn't have any communication with each other, they all looked in the direction of the bluestone platform.

I thought to myself, are these people all villagers from nearby villages, who have come here to seek eternal life? How did they all look like the living dead?

They all looked like they were stupid, and although they were better than the living dead we pretended to be, they were also listless.

As normal people, communication is an essential part of the behavior between people. But not only did these people not mean to communicate, but they completely ignored each other. There is only the bluestone platform in my eyes.

Obviously, they all came to the bluestone platform.

To prove it, I quietly reached out and shook it in front of the eyes of a strong man next to me.

This may have blocked his view of the bluestone platform, and he suddenly became angry and turned to glare at me.

His eyes were all bloodshot, and they were even on his eyeballs.

Those eyes seemed to be covered by a blood-red grid, which was very scary.

He glared at me as if he was going to eat me.

This frightened me, and I quickly withdrew my hand.

Fortunately, the thing didn't continue to stare at me, but quickly turned his gaze to the side of the bluestone platform. I noticed that as his gaze turned, there was a look of reverence in his eyes, which was completely different from the one he had just glared at me.

And the looks of the people next to him were the same as his.

From this I conclude that these people are not the living dead without thoughts and consciousness. To put it bluntly, they are human beings, not corpses.

Because I've seen so many corpses of all kinds, living corpses, zombies, and so on. These corpses are special in that they are often able to move freely, but this action is mostly due to animal instincts. Because their bodies are dead, they can't see the change in their eyes.

And these people who came out of the wooden house are not like this. They waited reverently in this empty field, the longing in their eyes like a herd of pigs waiting to be fed.

Then the same bell I had heard was sounded again.

The dull sound of the bell "Boom ......" echoed over the square.

As the bell rang, the crowd of onlookers instantly became restless again.

The so-called restlessness, their mouths still did not make a single sound, only

It was the body that seemed restless, writhing, and stretching its neck as far as it could, in the direction of the bluestone platform.

At this time, they don't look like pigs, but more like chickens waiting to be eaten.

When I saw this, it felt like they had been trained to hear the bell ring and it activated their instincts. It's like there are a lot of captive livestock and poultry, and every time they hear the signal to eat, they will flock to it no matter where they are.

(End of chapter)

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