Screams in the middle of the night, without attracting anyone's attention.

Zhao Feixin leaned his neck, and his muscles erupted in pain.

Two centimeters from his throat, a large mouth was being blocked out by a folding fan.

Song Heqing's voice sounded:

"This corpse brother, give me a face and spare his life."

For Song Heqing, who suddenly appeared, the zombie was also very jealous, and immediately let go of his claws and stepped back a few meters.

Zhao Feixin fell directly to the ground, covered his arms and cried out in pain:

"Oops, it hurts me......"

Faced with the exploration of zombies, Song Heqing opened his mouth, showed his fangs, released corpse qi, and revealed his identity.

The zombies on the opposite side also responded.

Probably conveying some meaning, he flew away.

Looking at the figure of the other party leaving, Song Heqing withdrew his teeth.

9527 was curious: "Host, how do you let it go?" ”

"Don't you want me to fight it?"

"You can't beat it?"

"Of course I've beaten it, but it's the biggest bOSS besides me, kill it, and Heavenly Dao may make up for a stronger one, I don't want to see it."

This zombie just now is a thousand-year-old flying zombie.

The flesh is immortal.

Can fly, airsuck life, and some spells.

Although Song Heqing can defeat it, it will take a lot of effort, and it is not cost-effective.

Leave it to the protagonist group to have a headache.

Now the priority is this seed.

He squatted down and patted Zhao Feixin's face, and now the other party's face is still clean:

"Get up, pretend to be what?"

Hearing his words, Zhao Feixin was so aggrieved that tears fell:

"Painful ......"

Looking at the five blood holes on his arms.

Song Heqing's tone was relaxed, as simple as rubbing the skin on the other side:

"It's okay, I can't die."

Hearing his indifferent tone, Zhao Feixin twisted his expression and looked at Song Heqing, as if he was some kind of devil:

"You ......"

Song Heqing spit out the words that he hadn't finished just now:

"You can't die, but you will leave some sequelae, which is to become a zombie."

"Huh!?" Zhao Feixin panicked.

"How? Want to be cured? ”

He nodded like a telegraph: "Think about it......"

Song Heqing stood up:

"What did you just call me?"

Zhao Feixin tried hard to recall and replied cautiously:

"Brother?"

No response.

"Big brother!" Still not.

Zhao Feixin collapsed, pounced, hugged his calves, and began to howl:

"Ancestor, you are my ancestor, right? Please, help me, I don't want to be a zombie, I'm still so young, woo woo woo ......"

Looking at him dirty, covered in black mud, Song Heqing kicked him away in disgust:

"Stay away, get up, and come with me."

Zhao Feixin could only smoke and follow behind Song Heqing.

"Where are we going now?"

Song Heqing glanced at him:

"Don't you have clothes on?"

He was now covered in blood, mud, and dirt, and the original black mud had become dry, as if it had been covered with cement.

As I moved, the mud fell, like snow.

As the two walked along, the nearby village was so quiet and terrible that there was not even a barking dog.

Zhao Feixin covered his lower body and followed closely behind Song Heqing.

He looked around and couldn't help but wonder:

"Why is it so quiet here?"

Song Heqing was silent, took people and entered the courtyard of a farmer.

"Eh, what are you doing, trespassing on a private house."

"Shut up."

Song Heqing walked into the yard, took a few clothes to hang outside, and handed them to Zhao Feixin:

"Just wear this."

Facing this rustic rural old man's white vest, as well as big pants and slippers, Zhao Feixin's face was full of disgust:

"Can you wear this?"

Song Heqing:

"Don't wear it? Then you're naked! ”

"Don't don't, I wear it, I wear it...... But this mud ...... on me."

"I'll find a public toilet to wash later."

Zhao Feixin was puzzled:

"Why do you want to go to the public toilet to wash, can't you wash it in this house?"

"Hey, anyone, can I borrow your bathroom to take a shower?"

Zhao Feixin was carrying the master's clothes and running to the house to take a bath, which was really funny.

Soon there was a scream in the house, and people rushed out:

"Dead Man...... There's a dead man inside! ”

Song Heqing:

"What a fuss."

Zhao Feixin was shocked:

"How could it be...... A room full of people died. ”

"It's the one who just flew stiff, and...... Not only this house, but not the entire village survived. ”

He motioned for the other party to look, and there was a dog corpse lying in the corner.

"This is called the real chicken dog does not stay, if you guess correctly, the people of this village are the descendants of the flying zombie."

Zhao Feixin trembled: "That...... Corpse...... Why eat your own offspring? ”

Song Heqing looked at him and smiled meaningfully:

"Because the blood of the offspring can stimulate the corpse qi and improve the cultivation."

Although the smile is beautiful, it also makes Zhao Feixin's heart furious.

Under this gaze, I feel like a piece of pork.

He didn't dare to look back, so he had to urge:

"Let's go."

After ten minutes, they finally left the dead village.

found a public toilet, and finally had the opportunity to clean up all the mud on Zhao Feixin's body.

Not long after they left, a group of monks arrived in the village:

"What's going on? The energy fluctuates so dramatically. ”

"All the people are dead, it looks like zombies made of them."

After the examination, the monks felt a chill in their hearts:

"Sucking blood in the air, it's a flying zombie!"

"It's rare, and it looks like it's another catastrophe."

"Go and check, there is anything unusual near this village, notify the above, pay attention to safety."

On their side, they are in full swing preparing to deal with the flying zombie.

Song Heqing picked up a shirt in the trash can and threw it to Zhao Feixin.

"Put it on after washing and cover the wound on your arm."

As soon as Zhao Feixin entered the public toilet, he was smoked by the stench, but now there is no way.

I had to bite the bullet, strip naked, and wash it with water in my hand next to the sink.

In the end, he put on the clothes Song Heqing gave him.

He inadvertently touched the wound on his arm, and his face was full of surprise:

"Huh? How...... Doesn't hurt anymore? ”

Song Heqing understood:

"It really doesn't hurt because it's stiff."

These words were like a blow to the head, smashing Zhao Feixin's eyes black.

All kinds of horror movies began to flash through his mind, and he wanted to cry without tears:

"I'm not going to ask for ...... You're going to turn into a zombie, right? ”

Song Heqing:

"Don't worry, it's not so fast, if you are an ordinary person, in the face of the zombie poison, now the corpse has changed. However, your current body is modified by me, and it can last for two days. ”

"What should I do, you have to save me!"

"And what about you disobedient?"

"I listen...... Listen, you're my brother, no, ancestor, of course. ”

"That's good, from tomorrow onwards, you will give me a job and earn my own money to buy glutinous rice."

"Good, good."

Zhao Feixin nodded again and again.

Until the next day, he looked at the bustling capital and was at a loss.

He, the second generation of Hao, suddenly found that he couldn't find a suitable job!!

At this moment, he was holding the ID card given by Song Heqing in his hand.

I don't know how many times I was turned away.

Song Heqing rode a small electric donkey and suddenly appeared beside him:

"What, can't find a job? It's really not possible to deliver takeaways, or go to the construction site, and you can earn a lot of money for a month. ”

After a night, Zhao Feixin's temper came up a little more:

"I don't believe it, I can't find a suitable job."

After that, I went on to look for a job.

Song Heqing followed closely behind, watching the show.

Get beaten, little brat.