Sure enough, as soon as I poured the whole basin of water on it, it opened its mouth wide and waited for me to drench it again, its dirty tongue sticking out and greedily licking the water from its mouth.

"Water...... Water ......," it muttered as if it had been dialed.

I hurriedly turned around and asked Uncle Li, "Where is the water?" ”

Uncle Li immediately went out, and after a while he came in with a bucket of water. There was an old scoop with cracks floating in the bucket.

I took a scoop full of water and poured it on the water zombie. When I was a child, I remembered the pigs that were killed before the Chinese New Year, and I often took a spoon to pour water on the pigs that were already motionless, but it was boiling water, and it was easy to shave after drenching. Whether it was my grandfather's family or my family killing pigs, my grandfather would first calculate the time and let the butcher use a knife to penetrate the pig's throat in the hour he had pinched.

In the hours that the grandfather calculated, the slain pig was often fatal with a single knife, and would not jump and jump, splashing the butcher and the helper with blood.

When other people's families kill pigs, even if the pig's blood runs dry, they keep kicking and arching, and some even jump off the board and rush to the nearby thorn bushes, or rush to the pond.

Grandpa said that there are times when you can't kill, and there are times when you can. In ancient times, the emperor beheaded people, as long as it was not heinous, he had to wait until the autumn of slaughter and withering, and at other times, he could not take people's lives casually.

After pouring several spoonfuls of water, the water zombie finally quieted down and slept like a dead pig.

Uncle Li touched its forehead and said in surprise: "The high fever has subsided!" Your method is very effective, why didn't you say it earlier? I changed his towel several times. ”

I don't know how to explain it, but I just saw it as a fish in a trance, will Uncle Li believe it?

Seeing that I didn't answer, Uncle Li didn't mind, rubbed his hands and said with relief: "As long as the high fever goes away." Hopefully it will get better! ”

I was grateful, "You're such a nice person. ”

Uncle Li showed a wry smile and shook his head.

I looked at Uncle Li suspiciously, wondering why he had such an expression.

"The reason why I helped you save it is also to atone for myself." Uncle Li said.

"Huh?" I was very surprised to hear him say that.

Uncle Li held on to the door frame, looked into the dark distance, and pursed his lips, as if he had to make a lot of determination to say the next words.

Seeing him like this, I hurriedly said, "If it's hard to speak, you don't have to explain it to me." ”

He barely pulled out a smile and said, "There's nothing you can't say." After so many years, I feel more comfortable saying it. More than a decade ago, a student was drowned in that pond. I passed by and heard a cry for help but didn't try to save him. At that time, I really had urgent things to do, thinking that someone else would save him. But when I came back from the errand, I saw his parents crying out for heaven and earth. ”

I shuddered in my heart. The drowning man Uncle Li said couldn't be Gaust, right?

I asked him if he knew the name of the student who had not been saved.

Uncle Li shook his head and said, "I don't know." I didn't dare to ask. Over the years, I've been stressed enough that if I had asked for a name, I would have been even more depressed. He glanced back at the sleeping water zombie, showed a faint smile, and said, "Speaking of which, I still have to thank you." Saving someone's life is better than creating a seventh-level floating slaughter, and you gave me a chance to save it, which can be regarded as giving me a chance to atone for my sins. ”