Quiet, absolute stillness. There are no insects chirping geese, and there is no human noise. The trees are lush, but they are the only ones that have life. This is the land of zombies. During the day, zombies can be seen sparsely, scurrying in the shadows. At night, the moonlight falls like water, and is covered with a layer of romantic silver frost that even poets feel psychedelic about. It's a pity, it's a pity, all this is a pity that no one can write poems and lyrics. Under the moon, it's just the low-level zombies that only stand and absorb the moonlight. The lower zombies are unconscious, only instinctive—the desire for conscious life and the absorption of the essence of the moon, while the higher zombies, although they are conscious, are caught in the lust for power and blood. Zombies have a long and long lifespan, boring and lonely.

There are two kinds of zombies - one is the endowment of zombies, this form of zombies has limited growth, but the speed of the early stage is very fast, mainly depends on the bloodline given, and the other is through the precipitation of a long time, the dead body slowly moves towards the path of zombies in a specific gloomy environment, its growth is almost infinite, but the speed is slow, and it is envied by the righteous path. The legendary monster that was attacked by corpse gas is not a zombie, it should be called a zombie. This is the way to lose everything and to die.

Zombies are extremely difficult to reproduce, so many of the subjects in this kingdom are outsiders, brought in by high-level zombies through the human realm. Of course, they're basically blood-inflicted zombies. When the lamp goes out when people die, the lamp of memory also goes out, and the memories of life disappear.

As usual, swaths of zombies appeared on the plains to soak up the moonlight. Like a stone, let the moonlight shine on your body, and then absorb it. If the more powerful zombies have the right cultivation techniques, they can gather the moonlight into a bundle, quickly absorb the essence of the moon, and improve their strength. Otherwise, you can boil it slowly, and you always hope that you don't die. These zombie costumes are of different styles but of the same material, apparently from the same region of the human realm. Look at them standing like trees, like strangers, their expressions are stiff, and they are silent, they are low-class zombies.

In the middle of the moon at this time, the essence of the moon is the most intense, and the benefits to zombies are speechless. Suddenly, the moonlight gathered into a beam and shone on a skinny zombie. There are still two small holes in the zombie's neck that have not yet healed, and it is obviously a person with low qualifications and weak blood. It is really incomprehensible to gather the moon into bundles, with no strength and no qualifications. After a short time, the zombie fell straight to the ground, but the essence of the moon did not disappear, and it still shone on the zombie lying on the ground. Time passed slowly, and the bundles of moon essence became fainter and fainter. The zombie's face slowly softened.

It stands to reason that the moonlight is a sign of the soaring power of the zombie kingdom, and there should be high-level zombies who come to check on it and teach the appropriate exercises. This plain is as silent as ever, and there are no high-level zombies to find the moon gathering in bundles. It's not surprising when you know the name of this plain. The Lonely Plains, the surrounding area is named after the Lonely Fall - what the Lonely Valley, the Lonely Gorge, the Lonely Cave, and so on. In the sense of its loneliness, the surrounding area should be abandoned by zombies, and it is normal that there are no zombies paying attention. And the gathering of the moon into a bundle is even more strange and incredible. Of course, there is still one place in this area that the upper echelons of the zombie country are worried about, and it can be described as a famous murder - it should be the tomb of loneliness. In the mortal realm, the tomb is called the tomb when a person dies, which means extinction, and here the tomb means falling. This lonely tomb is even more terrifying, and it seems to lift it up in one life. There was a zombie emperor who entered to investigate, but there was only one sentence - great murder and good luck! The zombie emperor never appeared. After that, although countless zombies came to investigate, they all came in and out, and in the end, the lonely place around the Lonely Tomb was slowly abandoned, and those who could not achieve the body of zombies for a long time were abandoned here.

The moonlight vanished, and the standing zombies jumped together towards the Coffin of Silence as if they had been summoned. When it comes to zombie resting places, there is also a big difference. This coffin is divided into wood, stone, jade, crystal, and spirit from the material; And these dwelling places are given by heaven and earth. The Lonely Coffin in this Lonely Land is only the worst wooden coffin, with simple veins and only the effect of avoiding the sun, so that these zombies will not be melted by the hot sun. All the zombies jump to their respective coffins. These coffins are placed in different directions, horizontally, vertically, diagonally, and even suspended in the air. When the zombie returns to the coffin, the coffin lid closes itself. And one of these coffins has a coffin that does not have zombies to return to its place, but there is something that has never appeared in the zombie country - the coffin melts, only to see the coffin slowly fade until it disappears. Then, the whole lonely coffin has undergone earth-shaking changes, becoming a neat horizontal and vertical row, and hundreds of coffins are arranged in a regular manner, unlike the seemingly chaotic but orderly staggered fall of the past.

Suddenly, a burst of light like the light of the moon shone brightly, and countless thin lines were intertwined in the light cluster, and there were countless words like tadpoles on the thin lines, but there was a kind of mysterious and mysterious nobility. The mysterious words seemed to be attracted, and quickly gathered towards the center of the light, and then, the thin lines wrapped the words, and the light flickered, and a small coffin slowly formed, and slowly expanded. The light dimmed, and the coffin turned into pitch black, similar in shape to an ordinary black wooden coffin, but giving people a heavy, distant aura. The light vanished, and the Coffin of Silence returned to silence, and became a lifeless place to place it again.

Soon, the surrounding light brightened up, and it turned out to be the dawn of dawn. Suddenly, a shrill cry pierced the poetic morning......

"Ahh

Lin Mochen opened his eyes, the dazzling light took in his eyes, and he saw the blue sky and white clouds clearly. How could it hurt so much? Lin Mochen instinctively raised his hands to cover his eyes. No, why is this hand so heavy! After more than three seconds, Lin Mochen finally covered his eyes. And the sensation transmitted from the hands - raw, cold, hard. Is this frozen? Or have I just been thawed out of the ice?

Moving his hands, Lin Mochen wanted to confirm his conjecture. "Bang", the dull sound echoed in Lin Mochen's ears. What the hell, did you hit a solid wood? Lin Mochen still felt it, but his movements were not very flexible, as if he was rusty.

It shouldn't be cold, so sunny. It's really not cold! But what am I doing in the box? Lin Mochen still felt inexplicable. However, before he could think about it any more, his attention was drawn to his eyes, which were burning with pain.

As the eyes close, the pain slowly decreases.

Feeling the jerky feeling of the body, Lin Mochen was very puzzled. As a pseudo-program ape and novel fanatic, even if you stay in front of the computer for a long time, your fingers should remain flexible.

By the way, what did I do before?

In the early stage of Alzheimer's disease, Lin Mochen complained about himself.

"I Have a Date with a Zombie"? Such a heavy taste? Lin Mochen felt a little strange to himself. It's all a drama before a teenager, and I'm still chasing it. That, where do you see?

Mid-stage dementia. Lin Mochen gave himself a diagnosis.

In the summer, the temperature in Hangzhou is as high as 38. Well, it should just be the suburban temperature. In the sweltering city, it is estimated that the four are going up. No appetite! Lin Mochen remembered, hungry and began to chase the drama. took a shower at ten o'clock, and then lay down in the air-conditioned room to watch the drama. Brush to one or two points, and the result is ......

I am home?

The air conditioning problem is turned down too low?

No, I'm a faithful executor of the twenty-six degrees!

As a result, I fell asleep and the phone should ......

It should, it should......

I guess it was smashed in my face.

Lin Mochen is very familiar with this routine, and he usually stays up late to read novels, chapter after chapter, and he can't stop at the root.

Lin Mochen was confused again, he should be lying on the bed, and then covered with a blanket. However, when did his bed become a wooden box?

What kind of routine is this?

Prank?

No, my brother who is a doctor won't be so boring! Where do parents understand this kind of cold humor, their ears have already turned ninety degrees.

After one answer after another was rejected by his powerful reasoning ability, Lin Mochen felt that there were too many routines in this world.

There are so many that he can't finish the experience.

These eyes, aren't they just shining under the sun, as for them, they are so fragile!

Forget it, call your family to take a look. I can't go to the hospital. When I think of hospitals, it's at least hundreds of oceans. Heartache and some anxiety. That's the money......

Never mind!

"Mom~~" dry throat, hoarse voice.

Now it's a big deal!

It's the rhythm of the whole body! Big price, big price. My salary!

An upgraded version of "Six Numbers Protect Five-Digit Grief" and "Six Numbers Protect Four Digits or Three-Digit". This is a terrifying situation that is even darker than the black in front of you - there is no money to make a cowhide bag for yourself, how can you blow it!

Who should I go to in the next few years? Zhang San, Li Si, Wang Wu and Zhao Liu?

Lin Mochen, who was nervous, had forgotten his starting point.

Instinctively, he slammed his mouth and tried to swallow.

Well?

"Mom~ah!" Lin Mochen felt that his throat seemed to be better, listening to the tone of this shouting into a mess. If this old mother hears it, she will probably laugh for a year. But fortunately, this throat can still be saved, and it shouldn't be a big problem.

Still, this echo is a little panicked! Damn, how did I get into the box.

Confusion!

Hey, why is it so hot? Lin Mochen felt like his body was close to the fire. It's summer!

Lin Mochen remembered that the top of his head was not a ceiling, but a sky, a sky with an incomparably bright sun. Moreover, the sky is blue and the clouds are white. That's not right, the sky wasn't so clean 2,000 years ago!

Lin Mochen couldn't take care of his eyes any longer, and forced himself to endure the pain and look at the fingers that were finally opened.