40 Dozen Zongzi (I)

I was pulled to the ground, what is not a person, who is not a person, and before I could figure it out, I ran backwards in a hurry, "Old man, who is not a person? Is that person dead?" Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 ļ½‰ļ½Žļ½†ļ½ā€

The old man yelled, "You shouldn't have been allowed to carry it, you didn't see your bag? I guess he was eaten by that fool, and he was covered in corpse spots, and he didn't see it?"

I'm not an undertaker, so I don't know these things. But it looks like those corpse spots are just moles.

Brother Qiang glanced back, but the man didn't chase after him, so he stopped, "Old man, did you say that the man ate the bead?"

The old man nodded, "It must be so, it doesn't look like a dead person, but the corpse on his body is amazingly big." ā€

"It's not a dead person, there's corpse gas, how can this be. Then is he a human being, a living corpse?" Cong Shuya asked the old man in confusion. But the old man couldn't figure out what category this person belonged to, "The living corpse is actually dead, but it has a little autonomy and can do something." This is the first time I've seen this, and I've never heard of it before. ā€

I looked back and there was nothing behind me, but I always had the feeling of being targeted by a ghost. Brother Qiang figured out the situation, picked up the gun, "Go, go back and kill him." ā€

The old man also picked up his gun, and several people slowly walked backwards. But when I got back to the place before, there was only an empty bag left, and I just looked at it and was sure it was my belongings. I kicked it with my foot, and it was completely empty, and there was a big hole in the bottom of the bag. My stuff, my food, my water, and even the corpse pill were all gone.

"Look, he must be here. "The old man's face is very ugly, this person should say that the corpse pill must be extraordinary. I secretly regretted it, and blamed myself for being reckless, otherwise I wouldn't have lost my bag.

Brother Qiang muttered on the side, "Be smart, say what is good about you." You say you can lose money, food, water, or even people, so why do you have to throw this thing away? I would scold, "You and I want to, and the next time you see something like this, you can take it in your mouth." ā€

This place is not small, and after walking a distance, a few people will disperse. I held a flashlight in my hand and held a Tang knife and cautiously groped forward, to be honest, at this time, the flashlight was really not as effective as a torch, and it was a lighting that could be used as a weapon. I was very uncomfortable with the heavy Tang knife.

The old man suddenly exclaimed, and I turned my head to see that he was lying on the ground. Not far away, Brother Qiang and the two also shone their flashlights, except for the old man lying there writhing and not finding the half-dead thing.

"Old man, it's okay. I shouted at him as I walked. The old man stretched out his hand and waved, "That thing is not simple, it snatched my gun." ā€

As soon as I heard it, I was furious, I was not afraid that the corpse would know martial arts these days, but I was afraid that Zongzi could use a gun. Not to mention that I am holding a Tang knife in my hand, even a machine gun is not the opponent of Zongzi, they are not afraid of death, and my little life is very valuable.

When I looked over, the old man was lying there with his chest clutched, and there was a dazzling blood-red footprint in the middle of his chest. I hurriedly shone my flashlight around, and a few intermittent footprints on the ground stretched into the distance.

I raised my flashlight and shone it at the end of the darkness, and what caught my eyes was Cong Shuya hurriedly running here, I suddenly felt numb in my spine, and I couldn't say a strange feeling, and shouted at Cong Shuya, "That thing is going to you, little ......" Before I finished speaking, a figure threw Cong Shuya down.

My heart was cold, and Cong Shuya's exclamation was heard. I scolded and rushed in the direction of Cong Shuya. When he arrived, Cong Shuya was lying there with blood on her body. I couldn't stop crying all of a sudden, and I cried when I picked up Cong Shuya.

"Why are you crying so ugly. Cong Shuya's words amused me, I quickly looked at him, it turned out that these blood stains were not his, but left by that figure.

Cong Shuya broke free from my embrace and gently kissed me on the face, "It's even more ugly to smile with tears in her eyes." ā€

"Hey, hey, hey, don't flirt in this place, do you have a sense of public morality. Do you have to let those zongzi envy come to life?" Brother Qiang stood not far away at some point, shining back and forth with a flashlight. My old face was red, I was here to show me, and Brother Qiang was actually giving me a wind on the side.

Cong Shuya suddenly said, "How is he, it's okay." "I just came back to my senses, and the old man still doesn't understand the situation. Brother Qiang stood with a sly smile, and the old man coughed a few times not far away. After a long time, the old man was afraid of bumping into us and deliberately avoided it, I thought that only God knew about it, and it didn't work out to become a live broadcast.

"Are you okay? Where did that thing go?" I dipped my finger in a little blood, put it under my nose and sniffed it, a strange spicy smell, "How can it smell like this, old man, this blood seems to be barbecue seasoning, this is the rhythm of the intended skewers." ā€

The old man said that he didn't know, it might be caused by the corpse pill, and he had to catch that thing to figure it out.

"This rice dumpling is very dexterous, but it is very stupid, it hit me, I pounced, but I stabbed myself. Cong Shuya pointed to the bloody dagger that rolled down to the side.

"That thing isn't dead, it has its own mental activity. If you are injured, you will instinctively run away, but the strange thing is where is my gun, he can't use it?" The old man sniffed the air around him, and shook his head after a while, "Although there is this kind of knowledge in this art of touching gold, no one is specifically practicing this taste." With the smell I couldn't find him. ā€

"You don't need to look for it at all, he leaves a clue himself. Brother Qiang squatted on the side and shone a flashlight on the ground, the thing was dripping with blood, and this time he could find his traces without leading the dog.

Cong Shuya moved her body, but she just fell, and there was nothing wrong. We followed the drops of blood all the way. The blood dripping from that thing was so dense that it almost became a blood line. Each drop of blood is oval-shaped, which means that the thing is fast, so to speak, and it can be said to be running.

"Don't worry, since you have shown us the way, we will definitely not be able to run. Once this melon baby is ambushed, we will suffer. "After all, the old man is there, steady and not aggressive.

Brother Qiang slowed down, this kind of tactical dialogue Brother Qiang can understand best, poor Kou Mo chases. After walking a short distance, Brother Qiang suddenly stopped, "No, is it so big here?" ā€

"What if that thing runs out of blood, shouldn't it lie down in that coffin as a dumpling? "One of the reasons why I ask this is that there are too many blood stains on the ground, and I feel that if it is like this, there will not be much blood on a person's body. Besides, the blood stains on the ground were obviously much looser than before, and wasn't this a sign that there was not much blood to be shed?

Ticking, I suddenly felt a chill in my back of my neck. A drop of liquid is dropped onto the body. I suddenly felt a chill down my spine, and when I touched it with my hand, it was stained with bright red blood.