"After sobering up, Shambaugh knew that he was deeply guilty, and he no longer had the face to stay in the army, because every time he closed his eyes, the faces of his subordinates who had been bitten to death would appear. He fell into a deep sense of self-reproach. So, Shambaugh applied to be discharged from the army, returned to London with the wealth he had captured in China, and bought Ingle's Farm on the outskirts of London. The bloodthirsty Shambaugh eventually failed to control himself, which led to the tragedy of Lawrence. ”

As soon as Riley finished speaking, she let out a long sigh.

"Why can't Lawrence, the patron saint of London, fight Shambaught?" I asked Riley.

Riley said: "Zombies are divided into seven different grades according to their eyes: red, orange, yellow, green, cyan, blue, and purple. Shambaugh, who was bitten to death by the dartle, is the second-generation zombie of Orange Eye. His power was completely higher than that of ordinary gods. Lawrence is just the patron saint of London, which is what you call the land woman in China, and she is not very good at dealing with Shambaut. ”

"In that case, why did Shambaugh become haunted by Lawrence's spirits?" I pressed Riley.

She said: "That's because of the revival of Champot's conscience, he knows that he has become a monster who can only suck blood, he does not dare to face his wife and children anymore, he locks himself in the attic all day long." That's when Lawrence had an opportunity. But Lawrence was no match for Shambaugh after all. So Lawrence took his anger out on Shambaut's descendants, of whom he was a victim. ”

Riley pointed to the sleeping Ham, no wonder I repeatedly asked Ham if he missed anything when I was in the dream before, and Ham couldn't answer, because Ham didn't know any of that.

"How do you know that?" I asked Riley suddenly curiously.

Riley smiled indifferently and said, "Because I'm the most powerful exorcist in London." With that, she put the music box away.

"How are you going to overtake Lawrence?" I gestured to the music box she had put away.

"I don't know yet," Riley said, "Lawrence's grievances are so great that I have to go to my master and beg him to help me." ”

"Your master?" I asked in surprise.

"Yes, my master." Riley stood up, "He's in China." Mr. Walker, when will you return home? Maybe we'll be able to get through! ”

She turned around and was about to leave.

"Wait a minute, Miss Riley." I seemed to think of something and immediately stopped her.

Riley paused.

I walked up to Riley and asked, "I have a question for Miss Riley, I wonder if Miss Riley can help?" ”

"Say," Riley said, "I can do what I can." ”

"I wonder if Miss Riley knows about this person, Jimir?" I asked Riley, hoping that Riley would give her a clue.

Riley shook her head and said, "No." ”

Riley finished speaking, and left Tom's Cafe without looking back. I looked at Riley's back in the distance and couldn't speak for a long time.

How far has Riley's cultivation been? I'm a rhubarb exorcist who is expected to be out of reach? Her master is so masterful, why haven't I heard of such a person in China?

"Walker, where is this?" Ham finally woke up from his slumber, and the first thing he had when he woke up was the same as mine.

"Ham, you're finally awake." I was relieved to see Ham wake up and walked over to him.

Ham looked left and right for a moment before saying, "Why are we still in the café?" Riley, where has she gone? ”

"We never left the café," I explained, "and the previous experience was just a dream." "With that, I told Ham the story of Lawrence, the patron saint of London, and how Shambaugh was killed by the zombie king Dry. The expression on Ham's face was startled when he heard this, and he was not calm.

"It's unbelievable," said Ham, "that Shambaugh is a terrible orange-eyed zombie!" Walker, isn't that Riley dangerous? ”

"Don't worry," I reassured Ham, "Riley has gone to China with the music box you gave her in order to overtake Lawrence." Her master in China is very strong in magic, and there will definitely be a way. ”

"So what do we do now?" Ham asked me immediately.

What to do? I thought about it for a while and decided to tell Ham all about my purpose in London, and then I hoped that Ham would give me some useful clues. Then, after listening to me, Ham shook his head, and he told me with certainty that there had never been a Chinese named Jimir in Ingle's Farm.

I said, the ancient kingdom of Shangbao has been destroyed for more than a thousand years, maybe his only survivor is not Chinese? Is there an Englishman named Jimir? Ham pondered for a moment, but he still couldn't think of a man named Jimir beside him.

Well, since Ham can't think of any useful clues, I can't force Ham.

When Ham was a little more sober, the two of us went downstairs from Tom's Cafe and walked out of Tom's Supermarket side by side.

Then, with a long whistle from the JEEP car, the two of us drove in the direction of Ingle's Farm.

At this time, the west wind is fierce, the sun is setting, and the golden afterglow envelops the whole earth, so that the earth is gilded with a beautiful golden light. Sitting in the car and enjoying this fleeting scenery, the originally depressed mood finally got a little relief.

Thinking back to the dream I had before, I have palpitations. Now I'm glad that what happened in the church was just a dream, and that Ham and I are still living well in the world. If it had actually happened before, you would have jumped from the attic of the western church and not been bitten to death by zombies, but would have been thrown to death!

“buddyyou＇reaboymakeabignoise。 Playing＇inthestreetgonnabeabigmansomedaywewillwewillrockyou”

The silence along the way made Ham feel a little bored, and he turned on the stereo in the car and played the famous English song "Wewillrockyou", and I couldn't help but hum along

Accompanied by cheerful singing, the JEEP car galloped wildly in the field, like a wild horse that had escaped from the leash, galloping in the direction of home. Then, its speed was still not as fast as the speed of time, and when the car was still three or four miles away from Ingle's Farm, the sky had already darkened, and at this time the car broke down!

“fuck！” Ham's rare explosiveness.

The two of us stepped on the firearm and pushed the cart behind, and walked like this for thirty minutes, and finally saw a castle not far away with a faint light.

The light we see is the hope we see, and we don't know where the strength comes from, so it took us less than five minutes to push the cart in front of the castle.

"Anyone?" Ham got out of the car and shouted at the castle.

It took a long time to hear the sound of staggering footsteps inside the castle