- Old Hu, you've dragged me down miserably this time. Fortunately, Lin Fang's mother-in-law ran fast, otherwise there would be another one more burial companion - me and the fat man squatted on the sacrificial platform, holding a cigarette butt, and next to Qin Siyan, who was lying unconscious. And beneath our feet were a vast army of zombies, one by one with their arms stretched out, trying to drag us into the pile of corpses-

Dead open, dead open, go cool on the side! -I pressed the butt of my cigarette against the head of the zombie with my head held high, and I was very upset. The stone altar was two meters high, and the zombies had stiff joints and could not bend and climb, so they could only jump on the ground vigorously, and they could not take us for a while. But the only place we have at the moment is this small three-foot platform, and under the altar stands a blue-faced and toothless black-skinned zombie, and we are like Robinson trapped on an isolated island, with a seriously injured and unconscious wounded, and there is no way to do it-

Robinson is better than us! - The fat man frowned and dropped the cigarette butt off the altar. He cut a raft and floated out - we're poor now, and we can't get out even if we give a speedboat -

I really don't understand how there are so many corpses buried in the temple, and they almost instantaneously break through the ground, as if they are specifically returning to the yang world to find our bad luck-

Have you noticed, how did these brown seeds come out? - I recalled the corpse that had climbed down the vine from the zenith, and my mind was filled with questions, - At that time, I only saw the corpse of Lin Fang's teammates climbing down the trunk of the tree, and then, was there any sound, like a signal? -

The fat man thought for a moment: "It's a rather harsh sound, a bit like the whistle of training." Could it be that there is a goddamn bastard who is scheming us in the dark? ――

Chances are, I've heard that there are many secret techniques that can prevent corpses from hurting people. The whistle just now may be someone secretly manipulating these rice dumplings.

I'm not listening to the book, am I? - The fat man scratched his head, - what age is this, airplane cannons are flying all over the sky, and what old antique will hurt people with zongzi. But don't mention it, it's also a shortcut to getting rich. Let's hire a platoon of zongzi to help the farmer farm the land, save labor and not waste rations-

I sighed: "Don't think about those unrealistic fantasies first, it's still a matter of whether we can get out alive, they have sealed the way out before and after, and it's not a big joke to turn around and die on the altar alive.

The fat man looked at the golden avenue not far away: "A thin layer of zongzi wall, trapping the tomb robbers who touched the gold." The door of freedom is calling, telling me how not to feel distressed-

I said, "You have to stop cooking, you are going to die and still make poetry." I think two last words are engraved on the table to be true-

The fat man twitched his nose slightly: "Old Hu, I'm ready to sacrifice myself for **, you gasp me down!" Find a chance to escape-

I said, "Not so much." Since someone is secretly manipulating these zongzi, he must be purposefully besieging us here. Let's spend it with him here, and see when he's willing to show his fox tail-

The fat man said, "It's all our inference, if there is no such person, aren't we going to starve to death in the temple?" -

I can say with certainty, "No, absolutely." And the identity of this person, I've guessed that ** is not far from ten-

At this moment, a strange scene suddenly appeared, only a piercing whistle was heard, and the brown seeds, which had been piled up around the altar in an orderly manner, suddenly retreated and got out of the way.

The fat man exclaimed: "**, the zongzi are lined up, isn't it to welcome the parade of the Brown King?" -

I smiled: "You see, the other party can't hold his breath and is going to come out to stir up the situation-

The black-skinned rice dumplings made way for two people to walk side by side, from the gate of the sacrificial room all the way to the altar where we were. Two familiar figures slowly walked from the gate, and the fat man and I stood up with cold faces, watching each other approach us little by little.

The fat man asked in a low voice: "Who is this little rabbit cub, with a bitter gourd on his face-

If you lose, you don't lose the battle, I stared at the other party and introduced to the fat man: "The cancer within the people, the leader of the reactionary organization, the big traitor who everyone gets and is punished, the bamboo pole-

The fat man nodded,--it turned out that he was the legendary traitor--he looked like a thief--he asked again,-but the woman next to him was so familiar! Have we seen her somewhere? -

I knocked an old ginger on the fat man's head: "That's Shirley Yang!" -

The fat man rubbed his head and explained: "Of course I know that it is Shirley Yang, I am not curious about how your daughter-in-law betrayed the revolution and went together with the reactionaries.

Don't you see her eyes are sluggish and her steps are weak? Obviously, she was controlled by someone - I rolled up my sleeves, crossed my waist with my hands, couldn't hold back the anger in my heart anymore, and wanted to jump down and beat the other person hard.

The fat man grabbed me: "Old Hu, calm down." How do I look at the fact that there seems to be another person behind them? -

I fixed my eyes and saw a black figure following the two of them like a ghost. I couldn't help but feel a pang in my heart: Where did this Hades come from, why have I never seen it before.

We have not confronted the people of the bamboo pole all the way, I thought they were just traveling lightly, wanting to surpass us in speed, but I didn't expect that the other party only came to two people, no wonder they have been ahead of us so much.

The bamboo pole walked to the altar and smiled. Shirley Yang beside him kept his head down and didn't speak, his body kept shaking, as if he was drunk, and he would fall down at the slightest touch-

The golden seal is handed over, and the person will return it to you-The bamboo pole spoke as simple and clear as before, the fat man had never seen his methods, and he said with a fierce face: "Don't think that we are afraid of you if there are many people." Hurry up and hand over Shirley Yang, fat grandpa spares you from dying-

The bamboo pole lifted his fingers, and I thought he was going to send some kind of hidden weapon. Unexpectedly, a sudden gust of wind rushed behind us, and before I could see what was going on, a dark shadow had flashed in front of us, and threw the fat man down from the altar. When I saw it clearly, I was horrified to see that a weighty corpse with nimble limbs had pressed the fat man to the ground. He had a large, rotten mouth that he put on the fat man's face, as if he would nibble on it at any moment. The fat man held his breath and lay on the ground not daring to move.

I've never seen a zongzi so flexible, and I can't help but be suspicious. The bamboo pole said, "Give you another chance and hand over the golden seal." Women and friends are all back to you-

I'm talking nonsense in my heart, you kid is a wolf-hearted and poisonous thing, if things are really handed over to you, how can the three of us survive. I pretended to be fearless, afraid that this kid would see that the golden seal was hidden on me, and when he saw that I refused to give in, he shook his head slightly-

Little Five, what's wrong with you? - Suddenly, a voice came from behind the bamboo pole, and it was deep and hoarse, not at all like it came from a person's mouth.

When the bamboo pole heard this voice, his whole body seemed to tremble, and he respectfully gave way to the side, just revealing the mysterious black shadow that had been sticking behind him.

Standing in front of me was a shriveled and thin old man, covered in a wide black robe, unable to see clearly, only half of a withered palm as rotten wood was exposed outside the sleeve. If it weren't for the fact that I had seen the old cloth shoes with half of the white gang and black face under the robe, I would almost have thought it was an empty coat floating out of thin air.

Could it be that this old guy is the reason why Bamboo Pole betrayed Yiyuanzhai, he is the legendary - the owner -!