The photograph shows a very bloody scene of a hunt, with a broken corpse lying on the ground, surrounded by all armed soldiers, preparing to be incinerated with gasoline.

"It's not!" Ren Sui shook his head, "It looks like a contagion, or something!" Zombies do catch and bite, but they don't suck blood! This corpse's mouth is blood-red, like a vampire in a movie! ”

"Really?" Liu Yingqu asked suspiciously.

"Old man, you don't have to doubt it!" Long Ling'er said with a grin, "If even a zombie can admit his mistake, his ancestor must be so angry that he crawls out of the grave!" ”

Liu Yingqu looked at Mu Yuan, as if he could only believe it if he got confirmation from his mouth.

"Teacher, what Brother Ren said is absolutely right!" Mu Yuan pressed Liu Yingqu to the chair, "I'll give you a few words today, these two are inherited, respectively from the 'three clans' Miao Gu and Xiang Zhuang, you can probably guess a little bit of Ling'er's skills, and the Zhao family, where the original brother is located, is the Xiangxi zombie clan, which can refine and drive zombies!" ”

Liu Yingqu stared, his lips moved, but he didn't say a word. Although he has seen some strange things with Mu Yuan, once the evil things described in this movie and the evil sect described in it come true, it will still have a huge impact on him, an old intellectual.

"You...... You're saying this zombie can be controlled? Just like in the movie, holding a bell and a copper coin sword? Xiangxi to drive corpses? ”

"Almost!" Ren Sui explained, "The principle is very simple, inject a trace of the soul of the Destroyer into the zombie's body to form a connection, and then use spells, tricks and magic weapons to manipulate it!" ”

"Teacher, this ...... It's a little hard to understand, don't worry, digest it slowly! ”

"White, it's really white!" Liu Yingqu shook his head, "It's good to know you for decades!" ”

"Hee-hee, old man, I'm not even twenty yet!" Long Ling'er giggled, "Brother Muyuan is younger than me, decades earlier, who do you know!" ”

"Little girl, since Mu Yuan is younger than you, why do you call him Brother Mu Yuan!"

"Hehe, I like it, after I get into trouble like this, someone will help me deal with the aftermath!"

"Eccentric!" Liu Yingqu scolded with a smile, "I heard that Miao Gu can give people Gu, is this also true?" ”

"That's right!" Long Ling'er nodded, "Poison, grow Gu, and drive alien insects!" ”

"I can't see zombies today, do you show me your hand, drive the poisonous insects to show me!"

"Okay, but don't be afraid!" Long Ling'er put her wrist on the table, pursed her mouth and whistled.

Liu Yingqu looked at it with wide eyes, only to see Long Ling'er's cuffs move slightly, a golden scorpion and a small green snake more than a foot long crawled out of the cuffs, and the two little guys were crossing each other, and then got into the cuffs where the other party was. This scene made Liu Yingqu, who had seen countless dead bodies, get goosebumps.

"Teacher, you drink saliva!" Mu Yuan put a cup of tea in front of Liu Yingqu and turned his head to glare at Long Ling'er.

"Brother Muyuan, why are you staring at me!" Long Ling'er pretended to be pitiful, "It's what the old man wants to see!" ”

"It's terrible, it's terrible!" Liu Yingqu sighed again, "I finally understand how the magic of 'Dancing with Butterflies' has changed, the feelings are all true, it must be you little girl!" Poor boys, those stupid boys in the task force are still obsessed with how to crack it! ”

"Teacher, tell me about this Guanmen Village!" Mu Yuan said, "I won't tell you, we're going to this place in the next few days, you can introduce the situation first!" ”

"Actually, I don't know much, although the village that cut the queue back then was not far from there, the straight-line distance was no more than three miles, but there were several mountains in between, and I couldn't even eat enough in those years, and no one would bother to climb the mountains if it didn't matter!" Liu Yingqu thought for a while, "In my impression, I seem to have been there three times, two of which were passing by, and the last time was ...... Stayed in the village for one night! ”

During the period of cooperatives shortly after the founding of the People's Republic of China, the peasants' rations were distributed to each household, but after entering the Great Leap Forward and the People's Commune, the rations were under the unified control of the commune and the production team. The village where Liu Yingqu cut the queue was called Panlaozhuang, a small mountain village with a population of less than 200 people, not to mention the small number of people, there were men, women and children, but the people of that year were like starving ghosts reincarnated, and they could never eat. If a teenager and a half-year-old eats with his belly open, he can scare the current strong young man to death.

Every once in a while, for a long period of one month, or as short as half a month, Pan Laogen, the village party secretary, would take a few strong laborers to the township to receive rations. Some people may ask, why not rush to the big car to pull it? The reason is very simple, because this is a mountainous area, there is hardly a decent road between the villages, let alone the so-called carts, only a few buffalo and mules, and this is still divided evenly among the people in the village. There are mountain roads back and forth, and the cattle are basically unable to walk, and it is not uncommon to hear the news that the neighboring villages have dropped into the ravine after being frightened by carrying the goods. Pan Laozhuang is not far from the township, and there is a Guanmen village in the middle, and the round trip is ten miles away, and you can play one round trip a day.

Every time they go to transport food, the educated youth take turns to follow, in terms of physical strength, these young men from the city are not as good as fourteen or fifteen-year-old boys, but they are quite valued by the old secretary, and it is also a kind of respect for them to follow.

In early summer, in June and July, seeing that the harvest was about to be harvested, the village party secretary called a few more young men to prepare to go to the township to receive more things, so as not to delay the farming work later. The people who go are all happy, and the more they go to the farm, the more oil, noodles, and meat will be served. If there are more things, the more they will be distributed to everyone, and the more they can fool their stomachs.

I just went out at dawn, because I was traveling lightly, and I arrived in the township at eight o'clock in the morning. The old secretary ran up and down for more than two hours to finish the slips, and when he took everything out of the warehouse, it was almost eleven o'clock.

"Secretary, let's eat and then leave!" The man who said this was a strong young man of seventeen or eighteen, who was wearing a white-washed sweatshirt, also surnamed Pan, and was a distant grandson of the old secretary, named Erhuzi.

"Erhuzi, if there is anything delicious in the township, go back as soon as possible! When I got back to the village, I told the master of the canteen to order white noodles for you and cut more shredded fatty meat! ”

After the implementation of the cooperative, there are no restaurants in the township, but there are guest houses, because it belongs to the state organs, so the rations are relatively sufficient, oil, salt, sauce and vinegar and other seasonings are also put away, the meals are finely made, and the taste is much better than the big pot rice of dozens or hundreds of people. The most big pot rice in the village is to boil cabbage, call potatoes, cut the green vegetables and pour them into the big iron pot, and when the water boils, put a little salt, and then use chopsticks to dip a little oil into the pot and throw it, this kind of meal is not even seen in the bowl with oil. Old Secretary Pan They came up from below to do things, although they can eat when they enter the guest house, but they have to spend food stamps, these dozen or so young men are like hungry wolves, and the old secretary is really reluctant to carry the food stamps in his pocket.

There are two educated youths who came with me this time, in addition to Liu Yingqu, there is also a man named Liang Zhen, who is thinner than Liu Yingqu, and the two of them can only carry light items such as oil and salt. On the other hand, the young men in the village, each of them has a flat shoulder, a bag of rice and noodles at each end, and the four bags add up to nearly 200 catties.

Walking back was not as fast as when I came, and it was not until more than two o'clock in the afternoon that I got out of the territory directly under the jurisdiction of Lumiao Township, and in front of it was Guanmen Village. Suddenly, the wind rose in the mountains, and it was quite cool at first, but it didn't blow for a while and it got bigger and bigger, and when you passed by the wind, it could blow and shake.

"Oh no, it's going to rain!" The old secretary looked at the sky and slapped his thigh suddenly, "Erhuzi, you guys are a little nimb with your hands and feet, and your legs are a little tighter, let's go to the Guanmen Village in front to take shelter from the rain!" ”

"Guanmen Village?" Erhuzi was stunned, "Secretary, you can't go there, it's haunted!" ”

"!" The old secretary glared at Erhuzi, "What a ghost, how can there be a ghost in this world!" What are you afraid of in the middle of the day! ”

"I agree with the old secretary's words, all cows, ghosts, snakes, and gods are paper tigers!" Liang Zhen took a step forward, "Don't say that there are no ghosts, even if there are ghosts, we proletarian guards are not afraid!" ”

"Haha, Erhuzi, you were scared back then, be careful not to pee on the kang when you go back tonight!" The bolt laughed a few times, and walked away with the flat pole. Take a look at the latest chapters of "Tricky Claw Book House" and read it for free for the first time.