Think about it again, just now, in this family, the old man serves tea, the man goes out to work, the woman serves fruit, and the young man accompanies the guest's children to play, isn't it very similar to the way we entertain guests outside.

If it weren't for the stiffness of their limbs and the characteristics of zombies, they would almost have thought they were human.

At this time, I heard the sound of the coffin lid opening a few times, and I only heard Fan Lao say: "For the villagers of Wuqu Village, this point is the beginning of life." ”

I looked at the time, we entered the village when it was just dark, entered a house on a certain street, took a nap in it and was woken up by Sister Yue and others, and fled here after a fight with the old Taoist priest, this will, more than ten o'clock in the evening.

Fan Lao took us out of this house and said that he would take us to see Wuqu Village.

We walked slowly along a row of houses, during which I saw a female zombie washing clothes in front of the door, her stiff hands were not very flexible, and it was a little difficult to wash, but the female zombie washed very seriously, and there were other old zombies weaving bamboo baskets, their fingers were difficult to bend, and they often used two straight fingers to hold the bamboo strips, and slowly passed through.

There were a few little zombies about the same size as Xiaobao, they were jumping and playing with each other, they couldn't speak, they could only know that they were laughing from the sound of "haha" in their mouths.

Many houses have chickens, ducks, pigs and cows in the back of their houses, because they need blood transfusion, and these livestock are their food.

Walking and walking, I came to the fruit forest that Fan Lao said, many male zombies are busy here, they also planted rice, although they can't eat it, but they need to raise livestock.

Standing in front of a stream that flows in the night, the moon in the sky is still reflected in the stream.

Who would have thought that in Wuqu Village, there is such a place like a peach source, where the sunrise rests, the sunset rises, the peace and tranquility, even if the villagers here are zombies.

Fan Lao, who was dressed in a linen robe, stood beside us, looking up at the moonlight moon in the sky, his eyes were full of sadness: "Do you think this place is very good?" ”

I nodded earnestly.

She shook her head: "It's a pity, I've protected this place for more than 20 years, and I can't protect it anymore, and the last pure land here is about to be gone." ”

I exclaimed, "How so? ”

I looked at her, and then at Qiu Shishi, who was not surprised by Fan Lao's words, and even, he pursed his lips and put his sigh into his stomach, and I suddenly understood: "Is it because of those people?" Because the zombie source fire is gone? Then why do you want to give the source fire to Xiaobao, as long as they can keep this place, then they can give whatever source fire they want. ”

"Why do you think Wuqu Village has become like this?" Fan Lao turned around, his eyes were fierce, I took a step back, and was caught by the poet Qiu.

Fan Lao turned around and walked slowly towards the stream, one step at a time, until he would fall into the stream after half a step.

I want to ask, looking at the old and somewhat rickety back, I don't dare to speak out when the words come to my mouth.

Instead, Qiu Shishi pressed my arm from behind me, his voice sounded above my head, and his chest behind him shook slightly: "This place in Wuqu Village is a vicious place, a real place for raising corpses. ”

If the body is buried in the corpse ground, the human muscles and internal organs will not only not rot, but also the hair, teeth and nails will continue to grow, and the corpse will seize the light of the sun and the moon, absorb the essence of mountains and rivers, and some body functions will be restored, and eventually become zombies, and even the degree of zombies is often greater than that of other zombies.

But the reason why the corpse raising place can raise corpses also shows the "vitality" here, the ancestors of Wuqu Village laid out a formation here, transformed yin and yang, and blessed the descendants here.

Unexpectedly, it was valued by the evil people, not only destroyed the formation of converting yin and yang, but also changed it into a trapped formation, trapping all the villagers in Wuqu Village at that time, and then poisoning the whole village by poisoning the well.

No one can escape, not even a doctor, and later someone said that most of the people in Wuqu Village died, and the rest also left Wuqu Village, but in fact, the villagers of Wuqu Village are all dead, none, one, survive, survive!

A village of thousands of people, a thousand lives, just to make the corpse breeding land more ferocious by blood and resentment, and then let these villagers become zombies, the ultimate goal is only for the zombie source fire!

"I," Fan Lao's voice sounded slowly, "I'm not from Wuqu Village, but my ...... A friend, he is from Wuqu Village, the people here are simple and kind, and my friend is a very good, very good person, when I learned the news, it was too late. ”

I felt that Fan Lao was about to cry when she said it, but she just swallowed the bitterness in her throat with difficulty and was slightly silent.

"Later," she continued, "I pretended to have a falling out with your grandmother and joined the forces that murdered this village, and I was a corpse keeper, and they valued my abilities and agreed to let me stay here and create a zombie fire." ”

She paused, and suddenly chuckled again, the rough voice was not good, at least I felt uncomfortable when I heard it.

"Hehehe, don't you just want the source fire, I just thought, as long as an outsider arrives before them, I will give the source fire to them, I want them to draw water in a bamboo basket, and work in vain for the past twenty years!"

How can it be so easy to create a zombie source fire, this is a heaven and earth spirit treasure that can cultivate the zombie king, in the past twenty years, they don't know how much heaven and earth treasure they have paid for this, if this is gone, even if the thousands of zombies in Wuqu Village are still there, they will not be able to enshrine the next source fire.

Can they kill thousands of people at the same time?

Even if they can do it, this corpse cultivation land can no longer be used, they can find a corpse cultivation ground like Wuqu Village, and the formation of transforming yin and yang that has been passed down by their ancestors for hundreds of years and has accumulated huge spiritual power?

All kinds of difficult conditions have such a source fire, gone, it is estimated that it will take a few hundred years before it can appear again, those people do everything, how can they never think that the source fire will easily let Xiaobao eat.

When I knew this, my mind went blank again.

If those people knew about it, would they hunt us down to the ends of the earth?

This Fan Lao is also absolutely enough, because of the hatred in his heart, such a terrible thing will be sent away, no wonder my grandmother told me to be careful, saying that her friend has a strange temper, and I can't get involved...... Isn't this a burden!

After knowing this, my whole person is not good, but the source fire is of great benefit to Xiaobao, and I can know it without stopping it from the beginning of the poet, so I can't say anything about it.

At this time, the atmosphere was very solemn, no one was speaking, only the sound of the stream flowing, as if a mournful music was playing.

Suddenly, I heard the sound of jumping, and when I looked back, I saw that the Xiaohua zombie jumped over in a hurry, pointing towards the road we were going to, anxiously trying to express something.

My heart jumped, it's Xiaobao!

Running back in panic, in the small courtyard in front of Xiaohua's house, I saw Xiaobao lying on the ground, Xiaohua's mother, standing next to her, raising her hand from time to time, completely at a loss.

The black egg jumped around Xiaobao, wanting to see what happened to Xiaobao but didn't dare to really get close.

And Xiao Bao was convulsing on the ground in pain, and the nails I had never seen grew out, although they were not as black as the other zombies, but pink and white, but they were not inferior to steel, and he grabbed the ground in pain, and stuck a stone into several pieces.

His eyes opened and closed for a while, his pupils had turned red, and his two fangs had grown, sharp and long, and he opened his lips, as if he couldn't control himself and wanted to suck blood, and his skin became very white, white as ash.

At first glance, the green tendons burst out, and then at a glance, there were green lines of fire, like green tendons all over the body, and slowly, the green fire turned red, one by one.

He was in pain, and the green fire burned in his body!

I rushed over and knelt beside Xiaobao, and when I tried to touch him, I found that his arm was very hard, as if it had touched a hard object instead of human flesh, which made me panic, I didn't know what was wrong with him, I was afraid that he would become one of those unthinkable, unconscious, and blood-sucking bones.

"Xiaobao? Xiaobao! ”

Xiaobao opened his eyes, and his red eyes stared at me, no longer eyes clear enough to see my reflection, no longer full of admiration, those cold and unfamiliar eyes, my heart was shaken, panicked and cold.

"Little, little treasure?"

Xiaobao suddenly bounced up and almost pounced on me, Qiu Shishi grabbed me in time and dragged me back, Xiaobao jumped into the air and fell to the ground, which made me feel distressed.

He groaned, and his two claws scratched the ground.

I clenched Qiu Shishi's hand tightly: "What's going on, what's going on?" ”

"It's the source fire." He put his arm around me and didn't let me get close to Xiaobao, "This thing is not so delicious." ”

"What then, what will happen to him?"

He pressed the back of my head and didn't let me look at Xiaobao's appearance at this time, and his fingertips pressed slightly: "As long as he holds through, it will be fine." ”

So what if you can't make it?

I pulled Qiu Shishi's clothes and roared: "Why do you want him to eat Yuanhuo, he can not eat it, he can not eat it!" ”

"There's no choice," his voice pressed into his throat, "If it weren't for the fact that I could get the source fire so well this time, I'm going to prepare something else for him, Xiaobao...... He is a semi-finished product, if he does not use the source fire, he will, degenerate! ”

His arms tensed: "He will survive, he is not an ordinary child, he is our child!" ”

I gasped again and again, and finally broke away from the enemy, and looked at Xiaobao, who seemed to feel something, he raised his head, his red eyes were particularly frightening, and he raised his hand with long nails and stretched out to me, as if asking me to hug him.

I couldn't help but stretch out my hand to him, but Fan Lao shouted: "He is confused now, and he is likely to hurt you, even if you are not human, high-level zombies will absorb the power of souls." ”

Looking at Xiaobao again, he still stubbornly stretched out his hand to me and Qiu Shishi, obviously those red eyes looked like no emotion, but I seemed to be able to see the helplessness and longing in his heart, as well as fear.

What sounded in my head was what the poet Qiu told me, a little young child, with ragged and dirty clothes, holding a vague portrait, ignoring the disgust of passers-by, asked over and over again:

Have you seen my mother?

I couldn't bear it any longer, so I leaned over and took the little treasure's hand, which was probably uncontrollable, and his nails ran over the back of my hand and arm from time to time, making shallow marks, which were so sharp that they could pierce my nails at any moment.

He's trying his best to control me and not hurt me.

I knelt on the ground, moved my legs waddling, and took his small, cold, stiff body in my arms, trying to smooth his back, and at first, my movements were a little stiff, because his mouth was still open from time to time, and his fangs could bite down at me.

Gradually, I became more comfortable, as if I was back in our home, he wanted me to put him to sleep, wanted to hear me tell him my nonsense fairy tales, about the little white rabbit who had developed peerless god legs, kicked the big bad wolf, kicked off the tiger, and became the overlord of the forest!

"The little white rabbit also gave birth to a little white rabbit, and he looks cute, and the little white rabbit likes her son the most, forever ...... Never leave him behind. ”

I choked up and leaned down to kiss Xiaobao's cold forehead.

If I still had a little mind that Xiaobao was a zombie before, I would be full of reluctance.

Qiu Shishi said, he must have owed Xiaobao in his previous life, I think, I must be, Xiaobao will be, it is my lifeline, this kind of mysterious feeling, I can't say it, if you want to describe it, that is, there is an invisible thread, and our respective souls are tied at both ends, who moves that thread, the other will know immediately.

Qiu Shiren knelt beside us, his two long hands held each other, and hugged me and Xiaobao, I protected Xiaobao in my arms, and he protected both of us on the periphery.

The fiery breath on his body was passed on to me, and then passed to Xiaobao, Xiaobao's cold body temperature was dyed with some heat, and his stiff limbs softened a little, he was originally held straight by me, and gradually softened into my arms, and the number of his convulsions gradually decreased, his nails were pulled back little by little, and the fangs also recovered into two cute little fangs.

After the "red thread" sneaked back into his body, when Xiaobao looked up at me again, his eyes had returned to their original black, but there seemed to be an extra layer of water on them, and he called me happily and tiredly: "Mom." ”

Then he looked at the poet: "Dad." ”

His throat was so blocked that he couldn't say anything, so he could only rub his head and rub his hair with a thick "um".

"He has successfully passed the first stage of absorbing the source fire, let him have a good rest." Fan Lao seemed to have no feeling for all this, said flatly, and asked the zombie to take us to a resting place.

But if you listen carefully, you can still hear the slightest tremor in her voice.

Xiaohua's mother took us to an empty house next door, and I looked at the coffins of the three of them that were cleaned and comfortably furnished, and I was a little speechless.

After communication, we were able to get a wooden bed.

When Qiu Shishi put Xiaobao who had fallen asleep on the bed, I found that Xiaobao had really grown taller, although it was not much, only about three or four centimeters.

"From this moment on, he will grow as tall as a normal person, so he doesn't have to continue to go to kindergarten, and next year, he will be able to go to primary school." He was as relieved as an old father.

In that way, Xiaobao will be able to grow up with his friends in kindergarten and live a real childhood.

The black egg jumped on the plank bed and licked Xiaobao's face with its rough tongue, and then curled up next to Xiaobao's head, with its tail on Xiaobao's neck.

When the black egg was first asked to protect Xiaobao, it was reluctant, but later it was the poet who discussed the conditions with him, and it began to contribute, and now, it and Xiaobao have a deep relationship.

Also, Xiaobao is so good, he loves his parents, he regards the black egg as his closest partner, what he eats the black egg he has, he also has the black egg he has, play together and sleep together, the black egg must really have a heart, it is impossible to be indifferent.

I stroked Xiaobao's hair, stroked the hair of the black egg, and lay on the side of the bed, sleeping with them.

Qiu Shishi sat on the edge of the bed, silently guarding our mother and son.

……

I stood on the street of Chaonan Road and watched the villagers happily busy.

Yes, joy, some of them hung two big red lanterns in front of their houses, some put couplets in front of their doors, some set up stalls selling Spring Festival couplets, and some old men held wooden sticks full of sugar gourds, and a group of children gathered around him to buy a few to eat.

Peasant women gathered at the well to wash and scrub, some of them made croquettes at home, and all kinds of drooling fragrances wafted out from the houses.

From their mouths, they know that the evening is Chinese New Year's Eve, but isn't there still a few days before Chinese New Year's Eve?

Moreover, what shocked me very much was that they were all human, at least like Xiaobao, and they couldn't tell that they were zombies.

It wasn't until I realized that they couldn't see me, and I vaguely realized that I was in a situation similar to empathy again.

So, are these villagers really alive?

I followed them blankly, watching them busy for a New Year, watching a father let his child ride on his head, playing with his child, being chased out and scolded by his wife, saying that he didn't know how to help with a bunch of things at home, and he knew how to play.

I looked at it and felt moved, how good it would be to maintain such a happy and peaceful village forever.

However, on Chinese New Year's Eve, which everyone in the village was looking forward to, someone suddenly wailed in pain, and I quickly "floated" over to look, and found that the children and the old man of the family were lying on the ground holding their stomachs, very painful, the husband went out to find the doctor who opened a small clinic in the village, and when the wife took care of the old man and children, she suddenly covered her stomach and became painful.

This was just the beginning, one after another, several more families had accidents, slowly spread to the whole street, the doctor soon arrived, wearing a white mask and carrying a medical kit, I vaguely felt that he was a little familiar, and I couldn't remember it for a while, and this will, I am also anxious about these villagers who are obviously poisoned.

I prayed that someone would save them, and I pinned my hopes on the only doctor in the entire village.

But the doctor said that he was helpless against the poison, mainly because the village clinic did not have the medicine and equipment needed, and he had to contact the nearest town, preferably the city, and now the whole street, maybe the whole village has an accident, so many lives, the city will not care.

However, what made them desperate was that they were trapped in the village, and no matter what method they used, they could not leave the village, and every time they walked out of the village, in the blink of an eye, they found that they were actually walking towards the village.

Tortured by poison, watching his wife, children, and parents die tragically one by one, watching his neighbors die, and finally dying, his heart is full of despair.

They curse the poisoners, they curse God, they have done nothing wrong, why should God abandon them!

My emotions connected to them as if I were one of the few people left, and I watched the people on the street one by one, one by one, one by one, and I screamed, I cried, I cheered them on beside the dying people, and no matter what I did, they were still dead.

In the end, I was the only one left standing on the streets, and as far as the eye could see, there were hideous and twisted corpses everywhere!

I hated myself for being the first to die.

I hated killing the poisoner.

I hate ...... I hate it......

"Banlan, wake up, wake up, Banlan!"

A small cluster of golden flames floated in front of my eyes, pulling me back from the monstrous hatred, I looked at the golden flame in a daze, and the next second, it burrowed into my eyebrows, and the burning heat passed from my brain to my limbs, uncomfortable, and comfortable.

Then, when I opened my eyes and saw the Qiu poet, I couldn't help crying.

Xiaobao was still asleep, and Qiu Shishi carried me outside, let me lie on top of him, and cried enough, even if there were no tears, I could vent to my heart's content.

It took me half an hour before I calmed down, looked at the zombies passing by outside the window, and I sobbed and asked, "Is there no way to keep this place?" ”

They've already died tragically once, they've all turned into zombies, and will they be destroyed a second time?

"Even if the stone chamber can hold them back for a while, it will be a matter of time before they find this place. Don't look at the only one named Sister Yue who brought a few people now, they are just pawns. ”

"In the past 20 years, hasn't Grandma Fan wanted to get a few more traps?"

"Don't forget, she only stayed here by helping them refine the zombie source fire, the zombies in this street are all enlightened, probably she has let them hide in this place one by one for so many years, how can she do more things under their eyes?"

"That'...... What to do? "Those people found out here, and knew that the source fire was gone, and these zombies were either executed, or they were controlled and sent out, all of them were intermediate or even a few high-level zombies, if they could control it, they didn't know how much they could do.

However, these zombies are all sucking the blood of livestock and the essence of the mountains, and have never harmed people, and if those people are forced to kill people, it will really be evil.

"I have a way to survive for a while, but after a long time, I guess it won't work."

"What is it that can last one day?" I asked anxiously.

"You've got to think about it, if you want to keep this place, we'll have to be busy in the future."

I looked up at him, "What do you say?" ”

"Because," he put his hands on my shoulders, "I want them to know that the source fire is with us!" ”