As the saying goes, if there is an old man in the family, if there is a treasure, although those old people rarely make a move because of the regression of their physical functions, those experiences are precious. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Then Lin Zhijie couldn't wait to jump off the back of Dapeng, and ran to the gate of this courtyard in three steps and two steps, at this time the gate was open, and the courtyard was full of zombie bones and bloodstains.

At this time, he had a feeling of being close to home, but Lin Zhijie still settled down and strode towards the courtyard.

Everyone came in with them. However, the beautiful staff looked at each other, hesitated for a moment and did not follow in, after all, everyone had just met, and they did not agree to join the team, so they all stood outside and waited.

The door of the courtyard is very wide and completely open.

Then Lin Zhijie tentatively shouted: "Dad! Grandfather? Second uncle? Are you at home? ”

But there was no response, as if there was no one here, he knew what this situation meant in this dangerous last days, and suddenly he was in a hurry, and suddenly pushed open the door that seemed to have been sealed for a long time.

The moment I opened the door, a cloud of dust from the long period of uninhabited people came to my nose.

The interior of the hall used to welcome guests is very classical, and the furniture inside is like an ancient conference hall, and antique furniture can be seen everywhere.

Directly opposite the wall, hanging is a blood-stained flag, a five-star red flag, and on the wall next to it hangs a portrait of a man wearing ancient clothes and accessories, holding a knife in both hands.

The long black and vertical hair is gently restrained with a straw rope, the slanted sword eyebrows, the slender black eyes, the thin and lightly pursed lips, the angular outline, the slender and tall but not rough figure, like an eagle in the dark night, cold and arrogant but full of grandeur, and the two swords are independent and exude the strength of the world.

However, seeing these familiar arrangements, Lin Zhijie had an ominous premonition, because most of the furniture had been broken, and the incision was as smooth as a mirror, and it looked like it had been cut off by a sharp weapon.

The ground was full of broken bones, judging from the color of the bones, it should be the bones of zombies, and the portraits of the ancestors were all crooked, and there was a thick layer of dust attached to them.

If it is a situation where people live, it is impossible to let these broken furniture and bones be placed here, especially the crooked portrait of the ancestor of the Lin family, which must be wiped every day, and it is impossible to let the dust accumulate.

Lin Zhijie looked at the old rattan in the corner, and suddenly sat on the ground in despair, silent, his bloodshot eyes revealing a pain from the depths of his heart.

In his mind, when he was lazy in martial arts when he was a child, his father would appear as he would appear and use the old rattan to tell him what he should do.

There is also a picture of being punished by his father for not being able to eat because he did something wrong, and his mother secretly left the food and sent it to his room.

Until finally, when he was old enough to go out, it was his father who sent him out, and he clearly saw that at the moment when his father turned around, a teardrop fell to the ground, shining dazzlingly in the sunlight.

There are more pictures projected in my mind one by one like a projector, and I feel sad when I think that heaven and man will be separated forever from now on.

Wang Dong also sank suddenly when he saw this situation, although he was an orphan and had no parents since he was a child, but the director of the orphanage was very good to him, making him think that this was the feeling of a relative.

So when the dean died, he also experienced the pain of losing a loved one. So he didn't have any good way to persuade Lin Zhijie at this time.

Wu Weiwei's eyes were also dark, Lin Zhijie's father has always treated him like his own children, when he and Lin Zhijie had a little conflict, no matter whose fault it was, Uncle Lin was on his side.

However, at this time, Xue Mengqi observed for a while and said, "Don't be sad first, there may still be people in your family alive." ”

As soon as Lin Zhijie heard that his family might still be alive, he immediately jumped up from the ground and exclaimed, "Is it true!?" ”

Xue Mengqi nodded lightly and said, "Well, let me ask you first, how many people are there in your ancestral house?" How many people are over sixty years old inside! ”

Although Lin Zhijie didn't know what she was asking for, he still calculated truthfully and said: "The specific number is not clear for a while, but there are about forty or fifty people under the age of sixty who are in the ancestral house all year round, and these are all descendants of our Lin family."

And those over sixty years old are generally elders of the next generation, and basically they will not go far away, there are twelve people in total. ”

Xue Mengqi nodded knowingly, and then analyzed: "According to my observation, when I was in the mountain city base, I found that in fact, the infection of this virus also has a certain pattern.

If the person is a strong young adult, the chance of infection may be 80 to 90 percent, and the stronger the body, the lower the chance of infection.

But if it is the elderly and children who are frail, then the probability soars to more than 99 percent, or even 100 percent.

I don't know if you've noticed it usually, but in the mountain city base, have you seen children under the age of five or six and people in their 60s? ”

When it came to this, everyone seriously thought about it, but they were shocked to find that they had really never seen old people and children, and the youngest was seven or eight years old, and the number was still relatively small.

Lin Zhijie's eyes lit up, and he said in surprise: "You mean that the elders of my family may become zombies, but those in the prime of life are likely to survive." ”

"Yes, even this amount is quite a lot, if you say that according to that law, your family is a martial arts family, and it can be regarded as a wealthy family, and you will definitely supplement some traditional Chinese medicine with high nutritional value when you usually practice martial arts.

This will cause your family's physique to be at least much stronger than ordinary people, and the resistance to this virus is also much higher, and the remaining people who have survived the virus believe that even if it is very dangerous outside, in the early stage of the apocalypse, there will not be too much loss in the case of not too many mid-level zombies, right? ”

Hearing Xue Mengqi's words, Lin Zhijie suddenly became happy, in fact, if you want to talk about the realm of national arts, there are many people in his family who are higher than him, he is just talented in martial arts.

In the national arts, this talent represents understanding, just like an esoteric book, people with good talent may be able to read this book in a year, and people with bad talent may not be able to read this book for three years, five years, or even this life.