"Ghost woman, do you still want me to be cannon fodder?"

It was He Cheng who jumped and ran through the woods.

Seeing the witch and the ninth uncle fighting, He Cheng turned around and fled.

"I'm a zombie baby, and now I'm looking for death in front of the boss"

If there is a division of force value in this world, He Cheng absolutely believes that Uncle Nine is standing at the top.

When he was leaving, he glanced at it in a panic, and there was a level 34 red light on Uncle Jiu's head, which was really powerful that he couldn't resist.

At this time, the ghosts in He Cheng's body were smashed by the corpse qi and broke through the three souls and seven spirits, as if they were thrown into a garlic mortar and smashed one by one, and finally turned into nutrients that enhanced his strength.

After fleeing for three or four miles, he turned around.

"My Umbrella!"

He Cheng crossed the mountain, and instead of going straight down the river, he turned around and hurried to the cave where the horse thief lived.

An umbrella that can travel during the day helps him block the daylight and adds mobility, so naturally he can't throw it away at will.

…………

Let's talk about a few days ago.

Lunar year, lunar month, cloudy day.

The cold moonlight shines on the land of China, and the demons dance wildly.

Dozens of miles away from Fugui Town, there is a village.

In a small courtyard at the head of the village, the chickens were circled and the kennel was built, and the puppies that had been raised for two years for indescribable reasons some time ago were sent away by the owner.

Entering the hall, a middle-aged man wearing a short coat and long eyebrows who was not angry and arrogant grabbed three incense sticks.

With a flick of the backhand, the incense spontaneously combusted.

"Master Zu is above, I have no children and no daughters under my knees, that little guy has never hurt anyone, my two apprentices are not angry, and they will marry and have children in the future, I just want the little guy to accompany me to retire and send ...... to the end."

"Oops!"

The attic clanged and clanged.

"These three stinky boys!"

The middle-aged man climbed up to the attic and saw two apprentices scrambling to deal with a little zombie wearing a Qing Dynasty official uniform.

"I'll explain it later!"

He grabbed the shoulders of the two apprentices, threw them away, and pinched the law with his back hand, and pointed his sword finger on the forehead of the little zombie with a spiritual light.

The little zombie who went crazy only stopped.

The anti-sack carried the little zombie on his shoulder, ending the farce.

Caught the little zombie downstairs, the middle-aged man picked up a tomato and put it into the little zombie's mouth, the white/white corpse teeth pierced the tomato, and was immediately sucked.

The little zombies also settled, and the bloodshot retreated, and the madness subsided.

"Didn't I tell you, today is a lunar year, and ordinary corpses will be transformed into corpses when they hit the moonlight, how did you do it! Actually let him suck the moonlight? ”

"No, master, this kid is naughty."

The little zombie grimaced at the two who were being reprimanded.

"Is that so?"

The middle-aged man turned his head to look at the little zombie behind him, and the little zombie who had just grimaced suddenly shook his head aggrievedly.

The hat on top of his head is separated from the left and right, and there is a painting hidden inside.

In the painting, two people are holding little zombies, holding hammers and scissors in their hands, and their expressions are fierce and vivid.

"Hey, don't slander!"

"Ahao Fang, what else do you want to say!"

"Anyway, master, you are partial to him" Ah Fang lowered his head, and saw the little zombie hiding behind the master's leg showing his head, pulling his lower eyelids and pulling his cheeks, sticking out his tongue and grimacing.

"You stinky boy!"

The middle-aged man's eyebrows were shocked: "Who are you scolding!" ”

Ah Fang hurriedly shook his head and admitted his mistake: "No, I mean I'm a stinky boy, and I actually made the master angry with you......"

"Hmph, that's pretty much it!"

The little zombie behind him smiled even more proudly.

"One eyebrow is long, one eyebrow is long!"

A man knocked on the door outside, and Ah Hao turned around to pull the deadbolt to avoid being scolded.

The man entered the door, out of breath: "Hurry up and help, Dao Chief!" ”

"You stay at home well," Yimei turned his head to the little zombie and yelled: "Don't think you can escape!" ”

"Ahao Fang, follow me to have a look"

…………

He Cheng returned to the horse thief cave and saw a centipede crawling on his gossip yellow cloth bag.

Grabbed the centipede and threw it away, picked up the paper umbrella and cloth bag on the ground, and then he found that the centipede that had just been thrown out by himself was getting stiffer and stiffer, and it died in a few seconds.

The medicinal effect is much stronger than the insecticidal red pills on the stall.

"Is this, corpse poison?"

As a zombie, what deadly things can you have in yourself?

Putting aside the corpse teeth and nails, there is only corpse gas and corpse poison left.

The first time he saw the effect of his corpse poison, the one he remembered the most when he watched a zombie movie was "Mr. Zombie", Wen Cai was bitten by a zombie, and he was only half human and half corpse after a day or two.

Centipedes are originally negative poisons, open the coffin, rats, cockroaches, centipedes, and centipedes are the most, and now a centipede can't stay in He Cheng's hands for a few seconds, is his corpse poison really so strong? Or maybe it's something else.

He only thought it was his own ability, and now he had to slip away.

The paper umbrella opened a little, and the ghost fire sprang out and circled around him twice, as if to celebrate his safe return.

"Let's go"

He Cheng wrapped himself in a black robe, carried a yellow cloth bag on his shoulder, and left the cave with a paper umbrella.

At the same time, the town of Fugui,

Uncle Nine looked sad.

The witch eventually escaped, and only the two surviving horse thieves were captured by him.

"Put them in the Yamen Prison first, and believe that the horse thieves will come to save their companions"

Uncle Nine returned to the bedroom, looked at Ah Qiang lying on the bed/, his eyes were black and sighed, the corpse poison is not incurable, Ah Qiang has gradually improved.

According to Wang's family, the zombie walked with an umbrella during the day.

If you don't pay attention, the poisoner will become a zombie in just half an hour.

And zombies have a very high level of intelligence.

This is an absolute scourge!

Will Fuguizhen survive this catastrophe?

The zombies who are being talked about at this time are going south along the river overnight, the population to the south is small, there are foreigners in Xiangjiang, and the residents in the middle of this journey are the poorest.

…………

river in the river,

The water flows down the terrain and goes south.

Due to the recent horse thieves, the nearby villagers did not dare to go to the river to catch fish.

But there are many big fat fish with bleached bellies, clumsily flicking their tails, and they can't live.

Fish go down the river.

"Hao, buy fish?"

"My master wants to eat fish soup, you know, it's a big mouth."

Ah Hao was holding a straw rope in his hand, and the straw rope penetrated through the gills of the fish, and the fish had not yet lost its breath when it left the water, and its mouth was open.

The two carps were about the size of one and a half palms, and it cost Ah Hao more than a dozen.

"By the way, Uncle Wang, where are you carrying the basket?"

Wang Dahai is a well-known lazy man in the village, and Ah Hao has never seen him get up early in the morning to plow the fields.

Most days, Wang Dahai's vegetable garden is also half dead, and he is almost unable to eat.

"Go to the neighboring village, don't you know?"

"I don't know, is there anything good?" Ah Hao shook his head and looked at Wang Dahai curiously.

Wang Dahai looked left and right, avoiding the villagers who were walking to the fields in the morning, and quietly leaned into Ah Hao's ear and said, "I heard that there is a fish disaster in Lincun!" ”

"Fish plague? Don't tease me, Uncle Wang, this is not the seaside, where did the fish plague come from? ”

Ah Hao waved his hand: "There is a small river dozens of miles away, and it is almost dry at our end, and we have never seen fish fry."

"What am I lying to you for!"

Uncle Wang glared unhappily: "Believe it or not, I went to catch fish and eat it, I heard that there are a lot of fish floating downstream, fat and big, and some people can't eat them and are ready to sell them in the town."

"Really?"

Ah Hao moved his mind, the master calculated the money to buy fish every day, every time there is no more and no less, if there is free fish to eat, the money to buy fish is his alone.

Every month, the master confiscated his and Ah Fang's wages, and he saved them in a good name.

I don't have a child in my hand, and I can't buy anything but a full meal.

"Uncle Wang, I'm bothering you to run away, I have to go home and stew fish soup for the master"

It's all human spirits, Wang Dahai couldn't see what Ah Hao meant, let him run a trip with more fish, and Ah Hao followed to pick up the cheap, and he didn't have to run more if he didn't have fish: "Look at you can't believe me, oh forget it, you see me carrying fish this afternoon, don't be greedy!" ”

"If there are really fat fish, you have to rely on Uncle Wang!"

Ah Hao arched his hand, he didn't hesitate to ask for money if he said good things, there were really fat fish, and he could make a lot of money a month.