Calling Mo Zhong aside alone, the old man rubbed his hands and asked Mo Zhong a little proudly, "How is it, I teach kung fu well!" "It's quite powerful." Mo Zhong said honestly, "Then do you want to join my sect and become a disciple, one day you can be so powerful." "The old man looks like a trafficker with a sugar gourd to lure children. "Well, let me think about it. "Mo Zhong was a little moved, such a strong person is only a third elder in the sect, if it is a great elder or a second elder...... Mo Zhong thinks about it, it's all star-eyed!"This, you want me to join." Mo Zhong touched the corner of his clothes weakly, "That's right, don't ink, hurry up!" The old man felt a great sense of accomplishment, and finally recruited a disciple, and now the task of the sect can be completed. "I refuse to join. "Okay, come back with me now, wait, what?" The old man's face was still red one second, and the next second he elongated the dead man's face, looking incredulous. "I didn't hear what you just said. The old man plucked out his ears, hoping to hear his voice of hope, but in exchange for a sentence, "I'm sorry, I refused to join." "Why, give me a reason!" the old man grabbed Mozhong's shoulders and shook them, his eyes wide. "I'm sorry, there is already a division below. ”

Mo Zhong pushed the old man's hand away, gave him a dashing smile, and hurried to catch up with Linglong, who was about to leave, and the two of them were busy looking for a carriage to send back a group of children from the frightened family, this time they were really frightened enough. "It's a shame. The old man was silent in the wind for a long time, and finally a word came out of his mouth, shook his head, and the old man leaned over and tapped a few times on the house, and the man had disappeared on the horizon. Mo Zhong looked into the distance, thinking that he could still see the old man, and bowed respectfully, no matter how unreliable he was, in the end he saved everyone. "Linglong, where have you been during that time? Can you tell me?" Mo Zhong was very curious about the task that Linglong and Zhong Hongshan were doing alone, and kept asking Linglong all the way. "You mention one more word, believe it or not, I'll kick you down now!" Linglong is on fire, this is her black history, how can she tell Mo Chong, thinking of what happened in the ancient tomb, Linglong's little face turned pale, and the terrifying female corpse and the dead cat on the coffin were deeply engraved in his mind, lingering. "Mozhong, you just need to know that we have found a zombie, and it is very likely that that zombie will be born. "Zombies?" Mozhong had seen this kind of thing in the books he had seen, but it was just some wild history and miscellaneous stories, and they all regarded it as a legendary thing.

"Don't ask!" Linglong's ears were red, and she turned her head in annoyance, not looking at Mo Chong, Mo Zhong touched his nose, and didn't ask, if she asked again, I was afraid that she would really have to walk back. When I returned to Linglong Mansion, it was already midnight and three watches, and lanterns were lit in front of every house, reflecting the ground red. "Miss, you're back. The old woman respectfully greeted Linglong at the door, glanced at Mo Zhong lightly, and said, "You did a good job." He turned his head away and didn't bother with the ink. "I'm a little tired, so I'll go to bed first. Linglong yawned, frowned, and walked to her room, not even eating, and sleeping at the end, which would make her choke enough today. "If you don't eat, I'm hungry. Mo Zhong muttered, grabbed the steamed buns on the table and gnawed them, and after a while, three big steamed buns went down. "Strange, when will I be able to eat like this?" Mo Zhong was also a little strange, a whole plate of big white steamed buns was actually wrapped up by him alone, and there was not enough left to withstand the daily meal of an ordinary person. "Could it be that I'm really angry, so my appetite has increased greatly?" Mo Zhong couldn't figure it out, and when he returned to his nest, he also fell asleep on the ground.

In the dark night, everything is silent, even some of the usually cheerful insect chirpings don't know where they have disappeared, the sound of beating the watch is floating from afar, Wang Er Mazi listened to it for a while, it was already time. Wang Er Mazi doesn't know what his name is, he has been an orphan since he was a child, and when he grew up, he became a beggar, everyone called him Er Mazi, and he gave himself a surname, surnamed Wang, and since then he has called himself Wang Er Mazi. The night wind blew, Wang Er Mazi swept the grass on his body a little tighter, the cold weather stimulated him, did not let him fall asleep, and stayed in this cold forever shivering. "This ghost weather!" Wang Er Mazi took a sip and took out a half-eaten cake from under his buttocks, which he picked up three days ago and was never willing to eat. "It's too cold. Wang Er Mazi muttered, opened his mouth and took a bite, although the cake was hard enough to smash people, he still enjoyed eating it very much, he cherished it a little bit, and then sent it to his mouth, refusing to waste it at all. The surroundings seemed to be getting colder and colder, and Wang Er Mazi didn't pay attention, he only had bread in front of him, even if he was willing to die immediately after eating. The cake was not big, and he quickly finished it, and looked up to rummage through something else, when he bumped into a face that looked straight at him.

Wang Er Mazi was frightened and didn't dare to move, so he looked at that face in a daze. It was a pale face, miserable and unhuman, with a pair of eyes staring wide, no whites at all, pupils, only a white hazy thing, as if a man was staring at him with the eyes of a dead fish. Wang Er Mazi swallowed his saliva and slowly wanted to retreat, but as soon as he moved, a powerful hand immediately pinched his shoulder, and his long nails instantly sank into his flesh, and his already thin body trembled completely, Wang Er Mazi trembled like a sieve, and there seemed to be something blocked in his throat, and he couldn't shout a word. That face slowly got closer, and it almost collided with Wang Ermazi's face, and Wang Ermazi discovered the most terrifying thing, that face, that face he didn't breathe! Wang Ermazi's eyes widened instantly, and finally held back a sentence, he shouted: "Ghost!" The terrible voice didn't last long, because a mouth tore open his throat, blood gushed out, that mouth swallowed, sucked, as if tasting the most delicious wine, and soon all the blood in Wang Ermazi's body was sucked away, and the whole person was paralyzed on it, convulsed a few times, and ended his life. The man licked his lips as if he was reminiscing, and a gust of wind blew, and the man was gone.

"Murder!" As soon as the door was opened, a horrible corpse was directly opposite, and the family immediately screamed, slammed their heads on the door and fainted. This voice woke up the people on the street, and people came out of their homes to see what was happening, and Wang Ermazi's bloody and tragic appearance scared a few crying children, and people surrounded them, blocking the road. "Ah! It's Wang Er Mazi, I know him, and he stole a baked cake from me last time!" Someone recognized the person lying on the ground, and everyone was in an uproar, who would be so cruel to a beggar?" Someone suggested that immediately a young man who ran fast ran to the yamen to inform the government, and a group of arresters and county orders hurried to the scene, but they couldn't see why. "My lord, is this time done by someone from the rivers and lakes?" A young young catcher quickly proposed, and the county commander stepped forward to take a closer look at the wound on the corpse, shook his head and said: "This is not a sword injury, but it seems to have been torn by something, it is likely to be a wild dog or something, don't lie about it." "That's what the adults teach. Xiao Yu nodded quickly, and Zhang Luo sent a few people to wrap the body in a straw mat and send it to the mass grave on the mountain, and dig a ground to bury him, which can be regarded as a good deed. "Everyone, let's all disperse. "Catch and drive away the crowd of onlookers, and this matter has become a topic of conversation after dinner.

Although Wang Ermazi's matter is terrifying, some people don't care much, they think that it must have been killed by wild dogs, and they don't take it seriously, they do whatever they need to do every day, as if there is nothing strange about the death of this little person. Night falls as usual, the lights of thousands of homes are rekindled, and it will be the Chongyuan Festival in a few days, and every family has to prepare. In the midst of this intense festive atmosphere, there was a man who seemed out of place, stumbling into an alley, pouring a mouthful of wine into his mouth from time to time, laughing a few times, apparently drunk.