In the routine of normal TV dramas, the patient lies unconscious on the hospital bed, and the family breaks down after taking care of them for a long time, and when they are desperate, there is always someone who will find that the patient has moved.

Then they shouted excitedly, and finally woke up the patient, and everyone was happy.

Or someone jokes that if you die, what would you most like your relatives to come to mourn to say to you.

The answer is, oops, look, the corpse is moving!

Unfortunately,

The situation at hand does not fall into any of the above categories.

Shen Lao Xixi didn't want someone to say to him, "It's moved" Zhang Xiaoyi didn't know, anyway, he didn't want him to move.

The heart is gone,

He was able to move not everyone rejoicing, but scattering in a hurry.

"Young Master, are you going in?" Hei Haoqin stood sideways in the doorway and waited for him.

"You and my dad go in first, I'll go out for a while."

"Oh."

Zhang Xiaoyi looked at the vermilion gate in front of him, no matter how he looked at it, it looked like a tiger's mouth with fangs bared and exuding a fishy smell.

He retreated.

Yes, in his previous life, he had to hide behind his girlfriend when he watched zombie movies, and when he saw the corpse moving, Zhang Xiaoyi really felt a little in his heart.

But he didn't tell anyone else,

The first time he encountered such a situation, he didn't dare to shout, nor did he dare to make trouble, and he was a little overwhelmed.

There is an immortal difference of the Yamen of the Demon Suppression Division at the door, and there is also a father who has to hand over cigarettes when he sees the head of the Demon Suppression Division, and he is a burden here. It's better to stay away, at least if this old man Shen is really a zombie, his father doesn't have to be distracted by protecting himself.

Although Zhang Xiaoyi also practiced martial arts in his previous life, he really didn't have the courage of Zuo Qianhu to fight against evil demons with a mortal body.

So he chose to go first as a respect.

In the gate, Hei Haoqin caught up with his master.

"Where's your young master?"

"The young master said that he wanted to go out for a walk, so he won't come in with us."

Zhang Xiaojia frowned and smiled: "Heh, this kid, I know that he is not here to work." ”

"The young master has been at home for a long time, and he is afraid that his wife will not let him out, so he thought of such a reason."

Hei Haoqin and Zhang Xiaoyi have a very strong relationship, so he is willing to speak to his young master. Besides, the old man was not as strict with him as his wife, so he dared to defend Zhang Xiaoyi.

"Okay, it's okay today anyway, if he wants to wander around, just wander around for a while, you go and follow, don't really meet the fox demon."

"Okay, sir."

Hei Haoqin handed Zhang Xiaojia the burden on his body, he was also a seventeen or eighteen child, and he didn't want to work if he could play.

Zhang Xiaojia is still very good to Hei Haoqin, as a laborer at home and his assistant, he is not a black landlord, and he does something like a rooster crows in the middle of the night.

Originally, there was nothing to do today, and he couldn't go out of the funeral, so he went in to talk to his family.

Didn't pick up the kit,

"You take it."

"Then I'll go first, sir."

"Go ahead, you two go back early at noon, don't run blind." Zhang Xiaojia said uneasily.

"Got it, sir."

Hei Haoqin turned around and left the Shen Mansion and ran out to chase Zhang Xiaoyi.

But when he came out, he squeezed through the crowd, looked back and forth for a while, and scratched his head.

"Which way did the young master go?"

Zhang Xiaoyi turned around and left, all the way north, bathed in the sun, and the chilling body could feel warm.

That kind of situation just now had only been seen in movies, but it suddenly appeared in front of his eyes, instantly reminding him of all the ghost stories he had heard and seen in his previous life and in this life.

But after coming out, away from the gate of the Shen family, he thought of another possibility, could it be the conditioned reflex of the corpse?

Sometimes physical death does not mean that the body is completely immobile, and the nerves are still active. Just like killing fish, the fish that has been disemboweled and disemboweled in the vegetable market will still be alive when they are put in the pot at home.

Science can also explain this phenomenon.

It hurts to think that in such a world, it is really painful to use pity to explain metaphysical things.

Look all the way,

Shut yourself out of the mess.

This world is really very similar to ancient China, without the influence of electronic products such as mobile phones and computers, ordinary people walk with their heads up.

Without cars and electric vehicles, horse-drawn carriages are the mainstream of this world.

There are many shops, one after another, selling all kinds of things.

The teahouse and restaurant chatted in three or two, and the story of the storyteller in the library attracted a large number of idlers.

The people who buy and sell, and the people who carry carts, are all busy with their own lives.

Zhang Xiaoyi was not so taciturn in his previous life, and he was even lively, and he was reluctant to speak here just because he was not familiar with the world.

I always feel that my identity as an outsider is out of place here, and even that he seems to be observing the world from a third-party perspective.

Passing by a candy seller, Zhang Xiaoyi bought one, and the aroma of maltose in his mouth filled his mouth.

Walking through the cross street, even walking around, before he knew it, he had come to Xuanwu Street.

Obviously, the streets here are not as clean as Suzaku Street, and the houses are not as bright as those there.

There are still people who do business, but compared to Suzaku Street, there is a difference in rank here.

There are beggars sleeping in the corner of the street, the better ones are wrapped in tattered quilts, the worse ones have a mat, and the worse ones can only curl up on the cold ground.

It's really sleeping, and now it's just time to arrive, and it's not yet time for them to go to work.

As the saying goes, those who ask for food don't ask for breakfast, but if they can get up early, they still ask for food?

This is a misnomer, after all, some people do starve to death if they don't want to eat in this year, especially in a year of great calamity.

But there are still many people who ask for food that are really not worthy of pity, and they have to get by, as long as they stutter, and there are many who are rotten to the end.

Walking further into the northern city, the more you go inside, the more dilapidated it becomes.

What is incomprehensible is that there are a lot of secret doors in this.

Secret door is also a common name for skilled women, they can't compare to Qinglou, and they can't even compare with ordinary hook bars.

They belong to the kind of brothels in Qinglou that they can't look down on, or they retire from there, or they just want to be self-sufficient, and they are the bosses themselves.

The guests are not all private accommodations, most of them are happy, and the money will be in hand in a few minutes or even a few breaths.

After all, there are guests who have wallet accommodations, how good it is for people to go to the serious Qinglou in Suzaku District and Qinglong District, after all, what kind of service is there.

Of course, there are also private accommodations, unless other guests and big sisters really like it.

There are a lot of secret doors like Xuanwu Street, and there are not any special rich people living here, and they are reluctant to spend a lot of money when they have this demand, so they ensure that the business here is booming.

In the memories of my previous life, this kind of "little pink lamp" style workshop was common when I was a child.

The shop that says pedicure is dimly lit, and several big sisters sit at the window in very little fabric uniforms, looking at the pedestrians outside the window.

There are also those barber shops that say washing, cutting and blowing, and after entering, there is not even a comb in the main hall, but there are many cubicles in the inside.

Even if you can get a haircut, after you go in, wash and shears blow a full set of 400, wash and shears 20, and blow 380.

Zhang Xiaoyi looked at these secret doors, and instantly thought of these.

He wasn't a junior brother, at least not in his previous life. He had often passed by this kind of workshop, but he had never really entered it.

Men, whoever encounters this kind of place is not accustomed to looking at it curiously.

It's just that the difference is that in his previous life, he looked secretly, glanced at it and hurriedly walked away. And now, his gaze is a little blatant.

In these secret doors, the eldest sisters are really hardworking.

It was only in the morning, and they stood at the door against the door, holding a handful of melon seeds in their hands, and patrolling the passers-by.

Especially those who work as coolies, they can't wait to stare out their eyes. If you don't have money, you can't get addicted to your eyes.

When he reached the gate of the northern city, he turned back again.

There's no purpose in wandering.

If you have to find a purpose, it is to observe the world well.

Walking back, when he came to a passage through an alley, he saw four or five beggars sneaking around there.

Zhang Xiaoyi stopped, leaned over and looked inside.

Four beggars were surrounding something, and looking through the gap, there was a man lying on the ground, and four beggars were picking up his clothes.

In broad daylight, are you so?

After a while, the four beggars finished the work in hand, and they seemed to feel that someone was watching them, and when they turned around, they were stunned for a moment when they saw Zhang Xiaoyi.

Then he hurriedly ran away from the other end of the alley with his clothes.

The man on the ground was stripped naked, and it was a man.

Curled up on the ground,

Motionless.

Zhang Xiaoyi, who couldn't help but be curious, leaned in little by little and walked in.

"Hey, can you hear me?"

No response.

"Wake up, can you report to the police if you are bullied?"

Still no response.

When he walked up to the man, he realized that it was a dead man.

He was an old man, with messy hair, dirty body, and corpse spots.

The beggars just now saw that he was dead, so they stripped him of his clothes.

It's already the day of autumn, the weather is getting colder, many beggars have no clothes to cover their bodies, they can't eat enough, their health is poor, and it's normal for them to be unable to get through a little bit of illness. In winter, this phenomenon is common.

Zhang Xiaojia said that the money of the dead is easy to earn.

But this kind of person doesn't make much money, after all, no one will spend money to bury them in a grand honor.

Generally, the government sends people out, finds a straw mat in a circle, carries it to the mass grave outside the city and buries it hastily, and then finds a mage to do a ritual for them.

Excess is a must, and some people who die in vain are resentful after death, and if they don't get it right, there will be big problems.

Therefore, the imperial court will allocate funds for the lonely widows after their deaths every year, in order to ensure the safety of one party.

Zhang Xiaojia will also take on such work in winter, no matter how small the fly is, it is meat.

However, in this kind of business, the government habitually "accumulates" more corpses and does it together, after all, one corpse is also done, and ten corpses are also done, so why not do it together?

The appropriation of five taels of silver for each corpse can be cheaper if you save more money and discuss it with the mage, and the extra money will not fall into your own pocket.

Zhang Xiaoyi sighed, turned around and went to someone's firewood pile to find a straw mat and drag it over.

He planned to cover him first, and then talk to the person at the yamen.

Just as he bowed his head and covered the corpse with a straw mat,

suddenly

The corpse's eyes snapped open,

The gray pupil stared at Zhang Xiaoyi deadly.

As soon as his mouth went up and down, there were not many old yellow teeth in his mouth, and several of them fell off when he touched them up and down.

Zhang Xiaoyi subconsciously stood up and wanted to retreat.

But at some point, the old man's hand had reached his feet and neck.

Very hard,

It felt like being pinched in pliers.

Followed by

His hand tugged hard,

Zhang Xiaoyi fell to the ground.

Little by little, the old man crawled in his direction.

Zhang Xiaoyi's body stiffened,

He wanted to scream, but his throat was so tight that he couldn't make a sound.

Eyes widened,

In sight,

The old man had climbed up to his waist, his dry hand pressed against his chest.

And he himself was now like a fat pig that had been tied, watching the butcher walk towards him step by step with a sharp knife in his hand.

What to do?

What to do?

Even if he is a human being in two lives, he is now panicked and at a loss.

Even if he doesn't want to see it anymore,

But he still didn't dare to close his eyes, not even blinking, staring at the old man to see his next move.

Until the old man's body completely climbed up Zhang Xiaoyi's body and pressed him under him.

Face to face,

The eyes are facing each other.

And he saw,

It was a wrinkled, dry yellow face with stubble on the sockets, unbridled nose hair, and a face full of age spots.

Dry

Crumpled,

The face is expressionless.

His mouth opened,

I grinned until I couldn't grin anymore.

The yellow teeth in his mouth were against his neck,

Lowered his head......

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