Knocking on the door, the woman showed an extremely panicked expression, her eyes looked around, and she pushed Wang Xiaohu, it seemed that she wanted to hide him, Wang Xiaohu is a Northeast man, tall and big, and the thatched hut is small and pitiful, and it is not easy to hide him from being seen.

The woman's forehead was sweating, and she pointed to the only broken wooden bed in the room, and motioned to Wang Xiaohu where to hide first, but before Wang Xiaohu could move, the door creaked open, and a strange accent sounded at the same time: "Crow, crow, why don't you open the door?" I've got a rune for you. As he spoke, a little boy of twelve or thirteen years old came in, with a somewhat vicious face, holding a strip of cloth in his hand, and he couldn't help but be stunned when he saw Wang Xiaohu.

Wang Xiaohu was also stunned when he saw him, the boy's hair was scattered, and his clothes were small half-sized waist coarse cloth shirts with oblique collars on the left and right, living like an ancient child, he never thought that the boy's reaction was so fierce, his eyes widened, and he suddenly shouted: "Monster!" ”

Wang Xiaohu's hair, jacket, and hiking shoes, no one can say that he is a monster, but in the eyes of the boy, he has become a monster, indicating that the people here have never been in contact with the outside, the woman was very flustered, hurriedly waved her hand at the boy, and took out the chocolate wrapper that was hidden and handed it to him, wanting to bribe the boy, she waved her hand vigorously, signaling not to tell Wang Xiaohu about her.

The boy was quite stubborn, glared at Wang Xiaohu angrily and asked, "What are you, why are you so weird?" ”

What is it? Isn't that swearing? Wang Xiaohu smiled bitterly, after all, he was on someone's land, and said patiently: "I am from outside the mountain, my name is Wang Xiaohu." You're just like you, little man, what's your name? As she spoke, she wanted to tapped him on the shoulder.

The boy dodged, quite neatly, stared at Wang Xiaohu deadly, rolled his eyes and said, "You lie to me, if you are a human, why are you dressed like this?" ”

Wang Xiaohu is very helpless, I really don't know who is wearing it? Zhilu said that this child, like a woman, had never been out of the mountain. I don't know what it's like outside the road, but how do you explain it to him? Say he's weird, he's normal? Isn't that asking for trouble? It's like being put in a mental hospital and saying you're normal, and no one will believe it.

Wang Xiaohu pondered for a while, in order to get closer to this stubborn boy. I can only say: "Have you never been outside?" He looked at the boy and nodded. Wang Xiaohu said: "I'm from a village outside, we all wear it like this, now do you understand?" ”

"Oh, I see, I listen to Thebuth? Tengger said that there are many barbarians outside, Western Xia, and Jin. And the Han people, look at you dressed like this. What kind of people are you? ”

finally said something that Wang Xiaohu could understand, and hurriedly said: "I am a Han and accidentally walked in." ”

The boy snorted, he didn't seem to be very afraid of Wang Xiaohu, but there was a little more contempt in his expression, and he handed the white linen cloth in his hand to the woman, and said, "Crow, you will use things, don't go out at night, I'll go with Tibu?" Tengger said that some Han Chinese had entered the mountain. After the boy finished speaking, he was about to leave, but the woman hurriedly stopped him and pleaded with a gesture, seemingly not wanting outsiders to know about the existence of Wang Xiaohu.

Wang Xiaohu felt puzzled, the strangeness of this place was beyond imagination, it could be seen from the boy's speech that he was very repulsive to people outside, thinking that it was better to understand the situation first, and then he stepped forward and grabbed the boy, even coaxed and deceived, sacrificing two pieces of chocolate and a bag of biscuits to be considered coaxed, the boy swore not to say anything, like the woman, put away the bag containing chocolates and biscuits like a baby, and walked away.

The boy walked away, the woman was obviously relieved, nodded towards Wang Xiaohu, and motioned for others to know that he was not good here, Wang Xiaohu nodded to show that he understood, remembering that the boy called her a crow, and asked curiously: "Your name is Crow?" The woman was silent for a moment and nodded, Wang Xiaohu almost fainted, such a beautiful woman is called a crow? Is there such a beautiful crow in the world?

"How can you call a crow?" Wang Xiaohu muttered to herself, the woman bowed her head silently, pitiful, Wang Xiaohu couldn't see her like this, and asked her where she was, the woman couldn't speak, Wang Xiaohu was helpless, took out a pen and paper from her backpack to write, the woman shook her head, signaled that she couldn't write, and said something to Wang Xiaohu by gesture.

After communicating for a while, there was really nothing to communicate, Wang Xiaohu was also very helpless, the sky was completely dark, and a crisp sound suddenly came from the distant mountains: "Bang dang!" Like the sound of a gong, the crow's face changed when he heard the sound, and he hurriedly picked up the strip of cloth sent by the boy and walked to the door, sandwiching it on the door panel, Wang Xiaohu followed curiously, and saw that the white cloth was only the same size as a long handkerchief, and it was quite coarsely braided, and a strange symbol was drawn on it with an unknown red dye.

The crow hung up the cloth strips, hurriedly pulled Wang Xiaohu into the house, and then gestured to let him stay no matter what he heard and saw, and did not make a sound, which made Wang Xiaohu very puzzled, the crow blew out the dim oil lamp in the room, dragged Wang Xiaohu to sit on the bed, and held Wang Xiaohu's hand tightly, with a horrified look in his eyes.

Wang Xiaohu has never been so close to a girl in his life, a heartbeat is strong, the warmth and slippery from his hand make him a little uneasy, I don't know how long it has been, there is a sudden sound of footsteps outside, the crow grabbed his hand and suddenly tightened, waking Wang Xiaohu up from the gentle township, I don't understand what the footsteps are afraid of.

He turned his head to look at the crow, and saw that her white and tender face was even whiter, her eyes were full of panic, and he felt that Wang Xiaohu looked at him, raised his index finger and put it to his mouth and made a shushing motion, Wang Xiaohu felt even more strange, not a lot of effort, and the footsteps became more and more complicated, as if there were many people wandering around.

The thatched hut is simple, cool in winter and warm in summer, not to mention the ventilation everywhere, the gaps in some places are outrageous, through the gaps from time to time to see a figure passing by, the strange thing is that no one speaks, except for the sound of footsteps, there is no sound, and no one comes in, the strangest thing is that there is an endless stream of people coming and going, sometimes two or three people, sometimes a single person......

Wang Xiaohu has seen strange things not less, but he said that strange things have not been encountered before, and he can't help but be curious to take a look, as soon as he moved, he was dragged to death by the crow, shaking his head and waving his hand at him, so that he should not move.

The more the crow is like this, the more curious Wang Xiaohu becomes, and gestures with her, signaling that he just looks secretly, never speaks or moves, and I don't know if the crow understands it, he looked at him in a daze, the thatched hut is so big, and the distance of two or three steps is also to the edge, Wang Xiaohu looked over and looked out through a gap in the width of his palm.

It didn't matter if he looked at it, he was suddenly shocked, rubbed his eyes and thought he was wrong, and then he looked at the same, what did he see? He saw many dead people, dead people who could walk, and the moon was not round tonight, only half, but in this unpolluted environment, the moonlight was very bright.

Under the moonlight, more than a dozen old and young, the old ones were sixty or seventy years old, and the younger ones were in their teens, all of them had withered faces, and the flesh on their bodies was as dry as bacon without any moisture, and their eyes were dead, and they looked like they had been exposed to the sun for many days, and each of them was wearing clothes, and they were sackcloth gowns like crows and boys, some of them remained relatively intact, and some of them were miserable, and the rags were like fragments, and they were draped on their bodies.

To put it mildly, the loss in Resident Evil is three points more handsome than these things outside, it is really terrifying and weird to the extreme, and what is even more bizarre is that these seemingly unconscious dead people are wandering around the valley, their feet are stiff, their knees can only be raised slightly, and the sound of landing is extraordinarily steady. And it is constantly coming and going, sometimes in groups of three or five, sometimes haunting alone, swaying, and walking slowly.

Corpse! Wang Xiaohu has seen a lot of ghosts, zombies are really the first time to see them, the so-called zombies are a collection of resentment between heaven and earth, taking the dead air of heaven and earth, and being born of bad luck. Immortal, immortal, immortal, abandoned by the Three Realms of Heaven, Earth and Man outside the six realms of sentient beings, wandering and displaced. The body is stiff, and in the world, it uses resentment as strength and blood as food.

The general image is stiff all over, the nails are black and sharp, there are sharp canine teeth, and the sun is afraid. During the day, they hide in damp and dark places such as coffins and caves, haunt after dark, suck the blood of humans or domestic animals to maintain their mobility, consciously move towards the concentration of the population, are aggressive and infinitely powerful to living creatures, and stretch their hands forward when jumping forward.

There are eighteen types of zombies: zombies, blood corpses, shadow corpses, flesh corpses, skin corpses, jade corpses, walking corpses, deceptive corpses, sweat corpses, hairy corpses, walking corpses, awakening corpses, armor corpses, stone corpses, fighting corpses, vegetable corpses, cotton corpses, and wooden corpses. Among them, the most ferocious are zombies and bloody corpses, the most resentful are shadow corpses and fighting corpses, and the most harmless are flesh corpses and awake corpses.

Wang Xiaohu is a descendant of the Taoist family, and there are many classics left by the master that describe zombies, but which kind of things belong to outside, I really can't figure it out, and I see that there is no obvious sluggishness between each action, which is obviously not a good breed to deal with, and what makes Wang Xiaohu even more surprised is that the people here seem to be accustomed to the existence of zombies, and the cloth strips hanging by crows outside the house are obviously a kind of charm.

Could it be that the people here have always lived with zombies? Wang Xiaohu turned his head to look at the crow, pointed to the zombie outside, and pointed at her, although the crow was a mute, but Lan Xinhui was a person, understood what Wang Xiaohu wanted to ask, nodded at him, and then stretched out his finger, counting one by one to Wang Xiaohu, when he counted to seven, he stopped and pointed outside.

Wang Xiaohu pondered for a moment, and then understood what she meant, and the crow told him that these zombies appeared every seven days.

Thanks: The monthly ticket voted by the lover of the world. (To be continued......)