One day in August, a burst of pig cries were coming from an old-fashioned courtyard in the eastern suburbs of Shuangta Town, a city in a province in southern China, and through the half-covered door of the compound, several young people could be seen pressing a large fat pig to a bench to be slaughtered.

However, the operator is a yellow-skinned and sickly-looking descendant. This later life does not have the temperament of a butcher at all, but is more like a person who reads. But it was this scholar who raised a snowy sharp knife to kill pigs in his hand, and it seemed that he was going to carry out the responsibility of killing pigs.

One of the four people pressing the pig was brunet, one was like a farmer, the other was as thin as a monkey, and the other was crooked shoulders, and the image was sloppy.

At this moment, the four people holding the pig were a little impatient, but the man who read the book still had no intention of stabbing the knife into the pig's neck, and seemed to be thinking about something and lost his mind.

"Kosi, can you hurry up, don't 'think about life'!" Stormtooth couldn't help but exclaim.

"Yes, our hands are sore. The farmer also exclaimed weakly.

The thin monkey said: "But Si can't do it, right?"

"Yes, but you are too soft-hearted, what is there to sympathize with this pig? If you don't dare to kill, let me come to Lao Huang!" said the sloppy man with a shake of his head.

"Heng Qi, Farmer, Xie Ke, Huang Ranran, you four hold the pig tight, don't be distracted!" At this moment, another man with gold-rimmed glasses standing next to him pointed to Stormfang, the farmer, the thin monkey, and the sloppy man in turn.

"Shopee, don't stand and talk without backache, but Si He always 'thinks about life' like this, we really can't stand it!" Heng Qi shook his head.

"Yes, if he doesn't cut it again, our hands will be sore. The farmer sighed too.

Shopee approached the man who was reading and asked in a low voice, "Kosi, are you still thinking about that incident? It's been so long, haven't you forgotten it?" Don't think about it, hurry up and kill the pig, or the people will suffer, and the pigs will suffer." ”

"Shopee, do you think I can forget?" the reader looked up at Shopee.

"Then it's useless for you to think about it. ”

"You're right, there are some things that you can't start over no matter how much you think about them. But I really hope that didn't happen!" The reader sighed, and suddenly stabbed the shining knife into the pig's neck, and "pounced" a large stream of blood gushed out, splashing the shrimp all over its body, making it seem to be rolling in a red dye vat.

Shopee was so frightened that he slapped several times backwards: "But if you kill a pig, you have to report a message first, look at me now that I have been splashed with pig blood!"

"Haha, if Kesi reports the news, is it still Kesi?" Heng Qi laughed.

"Excuse me, is Brother Yang Hao here?" everyone was laughing, and a woman's voice suddenly came from the door of the compound.

Everyone's eyes were immediately attracted, and they saw that this woman was about twenty-one or twelve years old, dressed in a blue denim suit, with short hair and ears, clear eyebrows, and a sassy heroic charm. It's just that there seems to be a look of concern on the woman's face, and she looks a little melancholy.

Heng Qi pointed at the person who was reading: "This is ......"

"He's not here, he's dead!" the reader interrupted him coldly.

The woman was stunned, the expression on her face suddenly turned from melancholy to despair, and she muttered for a long time: "It turns out that Brother Yang Hao is no longer there, so my father has no hope of saving ......"

When the person who read the book heard this, the expression on his face was stunned, as if he was wondering if his answer just now was too much.

At this time, Shopee stepped forward and said kindly: "Girl, what are you looking for Yang Hao?"

"My name is Fu Ying, and I asked Brother Yang Hao to ask him to help save my father......" The woman looked down at her jade-like fingers and said.

"What's wrong with your father?" asked Shopee.

"My dad...... Is there a place to talk here?" Fu Ying looked around at the situation in the courtyard as she wanted to speak.

Shopee pointed to a gray four-story building not far away, "Then go there." ”

Fu Ying looked at a dusty signboard hanging at the door of the building, which read in red letters, "General Administration of the Lm Elite Force, Special Dispatch Team for Handling Global Paranormal Calamity". Fu Ying nodded and said, "This is the only place that can help me, but am I really the wrong one?"

Shopee said: "As long as it is within our power, we will definitely be able to help!" Come on, let's go to the conference room on the second floor to talk in detail!"

In the conference room on the second floor, Shopee and others sat down on the sofa one after another, and then invited Fu Ying to sit down. When all the people were seated, the man who read came in with him. But he just sat quietly in an inconspicuous corner.

After Shopee glanced at the person who was reading, he moved his gaze back to Fu Ying, and it was still up to him to start asking: "Miss Fu Ying, there are no outsiders here anymore, now you can tell us, what happened to your father?"

"Actually, I came from D City, six hundred kilometers away, because I heard that you are the 'Lm Elite' and are specialized in dealing with that kind of incident, so you will definitely be able to help me. I just didn't expect Brother Yang Hao to be gone......" Fu Ying's tone was still a little sad.

"Miss Fu, don't you hurt people, okay?The big brother Yang Hao you said is right in front of you, how can you open your mouth and say that he is gone?" Huang Ranran suddenly couldn't help but roar.

When Fu Ying heard Huang Ranran's roar, she immediately looked at him twice in surprise, and wondered: "Brother Yang Hao is in front of me......?"

"Is he Yang Hao's eldest brother?" hahaha...... "Heng Qi, Xie Ke and the farmer all laughed and hurt their stomachs.

"Miss Fu, Huang Ranran is right, Brother Yang Hao is here. But we need to hear from you about the reasons before we can assess whether we can help you. Shopee said to Fu Ying seriously.

Although Fu Ying didn't know who Yang Hao was, when she heard Shopee's words, her mood was much more relaxed, and her hope was rekindled. immediately began to explain her intention: "I really need the help of Brother Yang Hao, because my father is in danger now, and only Brother Yang Hao can save him from danger......"

"It's strange that Yang Hao has the ability to save your father now!" The person who had been reading without saying a word suddenly opened his mouth again.

Fu Ying glanced at the person reading uneasily, and was about to answer, when the man with glasses glanced at her and said, "Don't listen to him, you go on." ”

"That's right, my father is actually a tomb robber, and now he may be trapped in an ancient tomb, and there is no news half a month ago......"

"What, your father is a tomb robber?" Heng Qi and Xie Ke both widened their eyes.

Huang Ran shook his head with joy: "Great, I'm just looking for a tomb robber to learn how to rob a tomb!"

"Huang Run, stop your mouth!" Shopee glared at Huang Runran sternly until Huang Runran stopped.

Fu Ying sighed uneasily and said, "I know that you look down on people like my father, but he really needs your help......

"If it's just to save people, why don't you go to us instead of professional rescuers?" asked Shopee rhetorically.

"If it's just an ordinary rescue, of course I can find a professional rescuer, and if it's just an ordinary danger, my father doesn't need help from others at all!" Fu Ying said.

"So, it's not an ordinary danger, but what kind of danger is it?" Heng Qi interjected.

"It's a very serious, very terrible accident!" Fu Ying's beautiful eyes widened, "My father once said that nothing in this world can be difficult to stop them, and nothing can scare them. But if they run into zongzi, it's really hard to say. ”

"Zongzi, is it the sweet thing made of glutinous rice wrapped in palm leaves during the Dragon Boat Festival every year?" said Huang Ranran, smacking his mouth.

"No, it's a popular term among the inverted fighters, and zongzi is also a zombie. Fu Ying explained.

"Ah, zombies?" Huang ran ran and sat down on the couch.

Shopee's face also turned grim: "If there are really zongzi, then it will be useless for us people to go." ”

"Why? Aren't you the 'Lm Elite Unit of the Special Dispatch Team for Handling Global Paranormal Calamities'? And Brother Yang Hao has always been a hero I admire, is he even afraid of zongzi?" Fu Ying was puzzled.

"It's not that we're afraid, it's that we don't have the ability to do that right now. To put it bluntly, we are now a group of ordinary people, and we can't do anything except 'eat for the day' every day. Shopee shook his head with a wry smile.

"Yes, eating and drinking Lazar is our daily priority, and we really don't have any other thoughts. Huang Ran also shook his head and said.

Fu Ying was stunned for a long time, and suddenly knelt down towards the person who had been sitting silently reading: "Brother Yang Hao, I know that you are Brother Yang Hao, you must help me, I beg you, my father will die if it's too late!"

Everyone's eyes fell on the person who reads.

The person who read was also stunned, probably not expecting Fu Ying to kneel down to him. At that moment, the grim look on his face finally faded, and was replaced by a look of loneliness and sadness. He slowly helped Fu Ying up and said, "Miss Fu, please get up...... You're right, I'm who you said I was, but I'm not who I used to be, and we probably can't help anything about your father. ”

"Brother Yang, can you tell me why?"

"It all started with the accident three years ago...... In fact, I am also a person who escaped death......" Yang Hao's eyes were deep, and he seemed to have fallen into a deep reverie, the red and blazing lava and the grief-stricken beauty seemed to be intertwined in his mind......

What happened three years ago?