The old man was more tenacious than he imagined, he took out a dagger from the small bag on his body, the dagger was very small, the blade was less than half a foot, it was far worse than Zhang Xiaoqiang's saber, Zhang Xiaoqiang looked funny, the old man took out the dagger definitely not to resist, how could he kill Zhang Xiaoqiang with a broken leg? Then there is only one possibility, the old man wants to commit suicide, he doesn't want to be tortured by Zhang Xiaoqiang.

Zhang Xiaoqiang was ready to cut off his right hand at the moment when the old man committed suicide, and let him watch his blood drain and die, to make him deeply desperate, to make him regret why he crawled out of his mother's belly.

However, the old man's next action was beyond his expectations, if it wasn't for the old man's other actions, it was too afraid of death, and cherished himself more than everything.

The old man did not commit suicide, he slashed his dagger through the trouser leg that was stuck with blood, and the blade cut the cloth like a shredded piece. The red trouser leg was cut open like water tofu, the old man cut the pants and took off the gourd tied on the satchel, and when he got to the powder on the wound, the blood was immediately stopped, the old man's face had become pale, he saw that the medicine was effective, and then took out a black metal bottle from the satchel, poured out a small pill with a jujube core and swallowed it in one bite, and his face was rosy again after swallowing.

The old man's satchel was like a jingle cat's space bag, and he took out another cloth bag, and when he opened it, he saw a half-brick-sized lump of dirt. He carefully broke off a piece the size of a peanut, pinched it into powder, and sprinkled it near his wound and on his bloodstained trouser leg.

Zhang Xiaoqiang watched the old man busy with interest, until the old man sprinkled the powder on the blood, and the smell of blood in the air turned into a fragrance, Zhang Xiaoqiang was moved, it was an artifact! With that thing, I am not afraid that the bloody wound will attract the attention of the zombies, and I am not afraid that Yang Ke'er and her aunt will come.

"What?" Zhang Xiaoqiang finally couldn't help but ask.

The old man showed Zhang Xiaoqiang a smile that was n times more ugly than crying: "This uncle! This is what my ancestors have handed down, and it is called fishy soil. Crush it and sprinkle it on the blood to make it a refreshing fragrance, and put a little water in the bath to cover the smell on your body. Even dogs can't smell it. ”

He stopped to see if Zhang Xiaoqiang's face had changed, and continued: "Those man-eating demons and monsters can't smell it as long as they don't get close to seven or eight meters, as long as you let me go, I'll give it to you, I'll give it to you, I'll give it to you, I'll give it to you, and I'll give you the life-saving pill, and I'll still ......."

Before the old man finished speaking, he was kicked and fainted by Zhang Xiaoqiang, "Phew! Zhang Xiaoqiang spat fiercely, "You still want me to let you go?" There are no doors, you bastard with a thousand cuts! ”

He scolded as he removed the old man's backpack and picked it up with the dagger he had placed beside him.

The blade of the dagger looks very ordinary, without dazzling streamers, not even the kind of steel forged texture on the Jingwei sword, the whole blade looks a little black, as if it was forgotten in a corner for more than ten years and suddenly turned out, but the handle is a little interesting, like the horn of something, slightly black and moist, with the same texture as mutton fat and white jade, it is cold at first and then slowly becomes slightly hot when held in the hand.

Open the canvas satchel and insert a scabbard on the outside, the scabbard is made of a piece of animal skin, you can feel the roughness of the animal skin in your hand, insert the dagger into the scabbard, and then insert it into the waist, Zhang Xiaoqiang decided to use it as his spare dagger.

The bag was full of some small medicine bottles, except for the life-saving pill like a jujube core, Zhang Xiaoqiang didn't know it, but he turned out a thing wrapped in tin foil in the innermost, opened the tin foil and was a layer of oil paper, and then opened the oil paper Xiaoqiang was dumbfounded.

"This is the bamboo slip?" Zhang Xiaoqiang looked at the things in his hand, dozens of thin bamboo boards were tied together by thin copper wires, the bamboo boards were shiny, and the corners were a little worn.

If you don't understand it, don't look at it, Zhang Xiaoqiang put the satchel on his back, picked up the old man and walked to the house, entered the vegetable garden and arrived at the house, and saw Yang Keer and Yuan Pasta standing by the door bloodlessly, there were two stalls of vomit on the ground, the air was filled with a sour smell, the woman in the house did not howl anymore, and Zhang Xiaoqiang also felt that his ears were less sinful.

Susie also came from the hall, and she was surprised when she saw the old man on Zhang Xiaoqiang's shoulder; "Doctor Yu?" Susie called out the old man's origin.

Zhang Xiaoqiang was very reluctant to stand in this room, just a quick glance was still nauseous and nauseous, now standing and looking at it clearly, he naturally felt more and more angry and disgusting, this is the side room of the farmhouse kitchen, it is generally a place to put some sweet potatoes and potatoes, and these things must be kept dry to be preserved, otherwise it is easy to sprout, and once it sprouts, it can no longer be eaten, it will be wasted.

In the corner lay some pickled vegetable jars, and some corn hanging from the beams of the house, and under the corn there was a simple wooden bed, and a woman in her thirties and nearly forty lay on the plank bed, she was naked, with only a bed of tattered cotton wool on her little belly, and a large hole was sawn between her thighs, and her ass was just stuck in the big hole.

Underneath the ass was an old-fashioned enamel basin filled with women's excrement, which smoked the whole room and made people smell sick.

The woman was plump, her skin was very white, she was lying on the plank with her eyes closed, unconscious of the outside, and the constant howling she had just done had taken away most of her physical strength.

Women are also miserable, Zhang Xiaoqiang has never seen a woman more miserable than her, Yuan Yi and Susie live like in heaven compared to her. She lost her limbs, her two arms and one thigh were broken together, and the knee of the other thigh was gone, the original plump and slippery thigh was scarred, only half of the thigh remained, and a thigh bone was exposed like this, even the remaining half was cut with a knife without many muscles, and the scene in front of him made his scalp numb.

The place where the woman originally had ** is now only two blood holes, and the muscles inside are also exposed, which makes people look miserable. The woman slept on a long bench beside the wooden bed, on which was placed a large enamel bowl containing some black paste, I don't know what it was, and a plastic funnel and a wooden stick that could just pass through the funnel.

"Ah......h......h There is a sour smell in the air, which makes it more and more dazed.