Doesn't he have a head?

No, there are a lot of folds on the face, and it looks really old, but the eyes are quite big, and when I was young, I had double eyelids, and when I was old, I became multiple eyelids. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

He still pushes his wheelbarrow, in front of which is a charcoal stove, and in the body is a pig blank, which is a large piece of fresh meat, like the one that the meat sold in the market falls on the iron hook, clean, brightly colored, and appetizing to look at.

Wu Ming knew that this pig blank was a fat man, and Wu Ming couldn't help thinking that this old man would use a knife to cut off a piece of meat on the fat man and put it on the charcoal stove for barbecue. If the knife is fast, it's fine, but it's as dull as a saw, and it hurts more. People's imagination is too rich, thinking of this, Wu Ming's throat couldn't help twitching, and yesterday's foie gras surged up.

"You're sick to your stomach, huh?"

"No, I'm hungry, swallowing saliva."

"You swallow this saliva well, my old king meat skewers, big, delicious, ancestral sauce, eat a string, and ensure a long life."

"Yes, yes, the pork in the village, environmental protection, is it right for you, the pig just slaughtered?"

"yes!"

"Is it a boar or a sow?"

"Does it make a difference?"

"Yes, the pork under the pig is not delicious, my mother told me."

"Your mother is really an expert, this pig is a boar."

The butcher Lao Wang raised the cold knife in his hand as he spoke.

"Wait!"

"What's wrong?"

"Are you a virgin?"

"Do you want to buy it or not?"

"Buy, buy, I'm a picky person, you take care of it."

Wu Ming looked up at the sky, the sky was full of dark clouds, and he didn't know how much time had passed, he didn't know how to deal with this butcher Wang, the last time I saw it, this guy had no head, his head was hanging on the handlebar, just kick his head away, but this time, there was no head on the handlebar!

"Then I'll go under the knife!"

"Well, hey, there's still a meat skewer seller over there."

"Impossible!"

As soon as the butcher turned around, Wu Ming's eyes immediately became sharp, pulling sideburns, pinching people's middles, pinching his nose, and his usual hand speed was reflected at this time, and the fat man was churning like a fish out of the water.

Wu Ming pulled the fat man and ran away, and the fat man shouted: "What's going on?" I don't have to have a line. ”

"Tai your sister, run!"

As soon as the two ran out of the alley, they saw the handsome monk, waving his hands happily and shouting in a sweet and greasy voice: "Fat Dad, where is my meat, where is the meat?" ”

"Fatty, pull him and run with him!"

At this time, the fat man also saw two broken fellows running out of the garden, they were limping, but not slow.

"Run!"

"No, no, I'm going to eat meat, I'm going to eat meat!"

The handsome monk was lying on the ground and rolling, playing like a child, but he didn't get up, he just didn't get up.

The white eyes of the two zombies lit up, and if they ate the human head, they would be able to level up. Hey, hey......

"Fat man, bring out the majesty of your fat father."

As soon as the fat man heard this, he became serious, and it was time for the boy to teach him a lesson, and he yelled: "There is a lollipop in front, see who can run fast!" ”

The handsome monk got up as soon as he slipped away, taking the lead in front, and Wu Ming and the fat man couldn't catch up behind. In front, back, left, and right, there are more and more fragmented zombies, and once again the visual sense of zombie dawn is staged.

If this continues, all three of them will have to be eaten by zombies, and the fat man yelled: "You go first, I have a lot of meat, I'll stop them!" ”

Wu Ming stood still, the fat man had already picked up a wooden stick and yelled: "Go, run!" ”

"I will not give up my brother, I will die together!"

Wu Ming yelled, and then picked up a brick.

The zombie who bore the brunt of the attack, already opened its mouth, but was knocked out by the fat man's head with a stick. Human flesh sandbag Tang, for the fat man, this is a humiliating nickname, because, his mother told him that our family is poor, we can't beat people casually, if we beat people, people will blackmail us, in order not to be blackmailed by others, the fat man will not fight back.

In the face of zombies, the fat man can shoot without reservation, Wu Ming followed behind to pick up the leaks, and those who came out of the cold were all slapped back by Wu Ming with a brick, and the two really fought a few rounds decently.

However, there were really too many zombies, and they pounced on them devastatingly, even with submachine guns, not to mention the sticks and bricks in the hands of the two of them.

But this time, it really delayed Wu Ming silently, just when the two of them were determined to die and fight with zombies, a dazzling lightning bolt pierced the pitch-black sky, and the entire earth was illuminated.

Those zombies who rushed over with their lives immediately turned around and ran back, even if they were knocked down by the zombies behind them, broke their arms, broke their heads, and picked up their heads, they had to run back.

"When our brother is angry, even zombies have to give three points."

The fat man didn't understand what was going on, and he didn't forget to say it proudly.

"Fatty, let's change the problem of self-inflicted affection in the future, we are a fox and a fake tiger."

The two looked back behind them together, there was a golden monk behind them, obviously the same person, at this time the handsome monk was no longer an idiot, but a peerless living Buddha image who could not be bent and rich and could not be lewd.

"Good man, the sickness of the world is the source of my suffering, old man...... I'm grass, this is running too fast, it doesn't meet the laws of zombies! %……\&*”

The handsome monk scolded while rolling up his arms and sleeves and chased after him.

The fat man and Wu Ming glanced at each other and sat on the ground a little decadently.

"What are we going to do at this time?"

"Pray!"

"Pray?"

"Yes, pray that this rain will not stop so soon, so that Monk Shuai can do a good job of eliminating demons and defending the way."

……

The rain fell all night, and the thunder hit all night, Wu Ming and the fat man found a place to shelter from the rain, pried open the door of a small shop, took some beer, ham sausages, peanuts and other things, chatted, while looking at the handsome monk, like playing a game of wooden people, chasing zombies in the village, as long as these zombies are touched, they will be purified into a puddle of rotten bones. In the end, even the butcher Lao Wang ran out, and there were a few decent people, according to the zombie theory, they should have eaten living human heads and upgraded guys.

In front of the handsome monk, the hierarchy is ruthlessly crushed, and the handsome monk is a weapon of the law of cause and effect in terms of catching ghosts, as long as he is resurrected, any ghost will be ruthlessly eliminated.

There are people on the street one after another, the Tibetan cat is really the greatest survival skill, when the zombies are rampant, there is no one in the village, after the handsome monk purifies the zombies, some people watch, when the butcher Wang was chased to the street, he saw a ninety-year-old man, walking out tremblingly on crutches, crying: "The sky has eyes!" ”

Wu Ming looked at this old man who had the strength of an actor and was about to laugh, when he suddenly thought of something, and quickly got up and ran to the hotel. I thought to myself: "Oh no, my family Momo! ”

As soon as I ran to the hotel, I heard the handsome monk shouting: "Evil animal, so you are here!" ”