Qin Zimo was very dissatisfied with Lin Zhiruo's unhurried attitude, but he couldn't do anything about her, so he had to watch her walk into the door.

Lin Zhiruo was originally born thin, but after that fall, the whole person was even thinner, wearing a white dress and walking under the moonlight, the breeze slowly blew the corners of her clothes, but it seemed that her whole person was fluttering, and she had a unique style. This appearance is completely different from her temperament, but it is indescribably compatible.

Qin Zimo couldn't help but stand in place and look at it for a while. He thought that if he was in a young age when he had never been tainted with any woman, and saw Lin Zhiruo's back like this on a night like this, he might really be unable to help but rush up and embrace her with pity.

It's a pity that he is not a person who plays flowers, and it is impossible to meet a beautiful woman after having a sweetheart, as desperate as he was for Xue Ziyao at the beginning.

When Qin Zimo thought of this, he suddenly felt a little inexplicable. At first, if he married Lin Zhiruo under pressure, it was also to find out the context behind Lin Zhongsheng and contain the Lin family, but now he has proved that Lin Zhongsheng has no intention of rebelling, and he can propose to his father to dissolve the marriage at any time, and he can even ask his father to give Lin Zhiruo a good family affair again......

But why was he disgusted to hear Lin Zhiruo say that he was leaving, he didn't want to divorce her, and he didn't want to see her have anything to do with other men? It was clear that he was not interested in her at all, but because she had the name of a princess, he restrained her a little.

But she said that she would leave Duanwangfu one day, and by that day, he and she really had nothing to do with each other, and there was no power or reason to care what she said or did. It's just that Qin Zimo couldn't help but ask, is there any difference between the present and that day? It doesn't seem to be any different......

If what they said was true, if Lin Zhiruo really had a tryst with Qin Ziyu in the middle of the night, wouldn't he be unknowingly "cuckolded" by this vain princess under the eaves of his house? Whether it was out of royal face or to maintain his and Lin Zhiruo's reputation, he should have prevented this from happening, probably for this reason.

Lin Zhiruo is a very arrogant person, and she doesn't know that the reason why he did this is also for her own good, it is not strange that he will say something that he is jealous of, which makes him full of doubts in vain. Qin Zimo thought that maybe he should have let Lin Zhiruo go free earlier, and let her leave Duanwang's Mansion in accordance with her wishes, so that from now on, the two of them would have less trouble and torture.

The facts also prove that he thought about her so much in the past, for fear that her misdeeds would affect her own future of remarriage, and he was worried that no one would want to marry her and love her, which was completely groundless. Lin Zhiruo made it clear that she would rather go out to ask for food or die alone than continue to stay in Duanwang's Mansion, in this case, he probably didn't have to embarrass himself to tolerate her, and at the same time, he didn't have to continue to let Xue Ziyao suffer the grievances of being a side room, which was the best of both worlds. That's it, it's time to find a chance to let each other go.

Qin Zimo thought, turned around and walked away, his neat steps without a trace of hesitation and nostalgia.

Late at night, the sky was as dark as paint. Somewhere in Dayue, in the mountains, the two lights in front of the door of a Yizhuang are miserable and gloomy, like a cold moon.

The old man guarding Yizhuang was sleeping alone in the side room, and suddenly heard the door of Yizhuang "creak" open. Alert, his ears moved, and he held his breath and continued to listen to the movement, only to hear the door of the house where he was located being opened immediately afterward.

"Squeak-squeak-"

The sound of the door opening dragged on for a long time, and the old man's whole heart almost hung in the air, and his breath was stuck in his throat, and he didn't dare to move and stiffened his body to listen, but there was no sound of footsteps.

After guarding Yizhuang for decades, the old man had never seen any supernatural events, but at this time, he couldn't help but panic. Although I don't believe in ghosts, I am even more afraid that people will be wrongdoers!

When the old man heard the door, he had already quietly found the machete hidden at the bottom of the mattress under him for self-defense. When he was about to walk to his side, he turned over nimbly and slashed the knife behind him!

The machete did as he expected, but it was—a dead man!

The old man looked at the half-rotting corpse standing beside the bed, and saw that his slightly swollen face with blue corpse spots, a pair of cloudy blue eyes seemed to be looking at him, and his long arms stretched forward, and the long gray nails looked still weird, making a gesture of wanting to pinch people, and was quickly throwing himself on the bed where he slept.

Fortunately, his machete slashed at the corpse's waist, and the corpse's movements paused, and then he immediately straightened up and pounced on the old man standing on the bed!

The old man was frightened by this strange and dirty walking corpse, and his old face was more distorted than usual, and he kicked the corpse in the stomach against the wall, and took advantage of the corpse's unsteady standing, the old man jumped out of bed and ran towards the door quickly.

The "corpse" stood firm, turned to look out the door, and listened to the old man's screams from there, and he walked out of the door in the dim light.

The next day, when the first rays of sunlight shone into the gate of Yizhuang, the old man lying on the coffin board slowly opened his eyes, and the horror in his eyes had not yet faded.

His frost-stained brow furrowed, as if sensing pain somewhere, and reached for his neck.

This touch startled the old man again, he clearly felt two bloody tooth holes on his neck, raised his hand to look, and sure enough, there was some blood. It seems that I was bitten by a corpse last night, is it true?

The old man's yellow face suddenly turned as white as death, and he remembered the zombie legend that Master had once said.

Zombies, i.e. dead but not rotten walking corpses, have fangs and claws, feed on human blood, bite people when they see them, and the person bitten will soon become another zombie!

So, he's about to turn into a zombie? After guarding Yizhuang for most of his life and handling thousands of corpses, he thought that this corpse in a coffin and placed on the long table was the same as all dead things, and that if he died, he would be dead, but he would soon become a monster overnight!

Tears welled up in the old man's cloudy eyes, and then he stood up and planned to take care of the aftermath and find a Taoist to surrender himself. But when he got up, he saw that the coffins in the original room had been lifted, and the corpses inside had disappeared!

What's the matter, so many corpses were lost overnight! Could it be that they have all turned into zombies and fled somewhere else? That's a big deal! The old man was so anxious that he stomped his foot a few times, "Evil, why did you let me do such a thing!" ”

The old man's mournful cry echoed in the mountains and fields, and it never dispersed for a long time.