On the ridge of the field in Zhujia Village,

A rickety old man walked to the village pond with a urine bucket.

The water is calm and calm.

I heard that a female doll died here.

water dirty,

Not to use.

The old man wiped his sweat and sat on the haystack.

Water is for watering, vegetables are for eating,

Isn't watering vegetables with water from the pond just eating water from a corpse?

Her vegetable patch was only fifty steps away, and she gritted her teeth and was there.

If you really dislike it,

You have to run to the river a few hundred meters away to fetch water.

The water may not have come back yet, and her old bones may be about to be confessed on the way.

O bitter life,

My wife left early, my children were out of town, and sometimes I couldn't come back for the New Year.

She often thinks that if she dies one day, maybe her children won't know.....

"Hehe, since they are all dying, what is it to drink some water that has soaked in corpses. The old man got up abruptly, pulled off the flat pole, picked up the urine bucket, and slowly shook his waist to the pond.

On calm waters,

Dozens of small mosquito-sized fish swim happily in the upper water layer.

A middle-aged man in ancient costume is reflected on the surface of the water,

green-faced fangs,

black nails,

He was grinning at her.

Straight sissy thief,

In the morning, a police comrade came to the door and said that the village might not be peaceful, but he didn't expect it to be a zombie on TV.

Bell bell bell,

Just when she wanted to shout 'My life is over',

The breeze carried a crisp and pleasant sound of bells to the back.

An unwilling roar sounded in the throat of the zombie,

The hideous eyeballs gradually became distracted and dull.

It's the same as the hard-working baby next door who is congenitally mentally retarded.

"Another one. ”

On the dirt road at the mouth of the Gongtang embankment, a young man in casual clothes walked up.

With a bronze bell in his hand and a smile on his lips, he walked up to the zombie in three or two steps and scratched his nose affectionately.

call

I've met a savior.

The old man breathed a sigh of relief, feeling that the sweater behind his back was wet.

People are too old to stand these frightes.

The young man hummed, as if he had just discovered the presence of the old man, and asked in surprise, "Old man, how old is he this year?"

"In a few days it will be seventy. ”

"That's a pity. ”

The young man sighed.

The old man didn't know why.

The young man stopped talking and gently shook the bell in his hand.

Bell bell bell,

A bloody color flashed in the eyes of the mentally retarded zombie next door, and he rushed forward with a low roar and bit the old man's neck.

"The little one is hungry, and you're dying anyway, so do a good deed. ”

Looking at the old man with a stiff body, frightened eyes, and constantly struggling, a faint smile appeared on the young man's face.

he

I love to see the struggles of the dying,

I want to lament the injustice of fate,

Or do you want to say that man will conquer heaven?

Struggle,

Fight,

Can't escape.....

The old man glared at him angrily, and raised his hand weakly, as if to scratch his face twice.

Gradually,

Her body slowly dried up,

The blood is sucked out all over the body.

"Not everyone has the same good fortune as the main characters of the novels. Moreover, I hate people who are going against the sky at every turn. The young man kicked the dead old man into the river and said coldly: "Only those who follow the way of heaven can live well." ”

Bell bell bell,

Zombies jumped up and down behind him,

Soon disappeared in the ridges.

Ling Bai yawned.

Chanting is really hypnotic.

"Abbot, yawning while reciting sutras is disrespectful to the Buddha. Miaoguang looked at Ling Bai, who was sitting lazily on the futon, and said seriously.

Ling Bai lay down directly, his elbows propped up on the futon, and he glanced at Miaoguang.

"The Buddha doesn't need to be respected, he doesn't care. ”

buzzing

The phone flutters.

An unfamiliar number.

"It's Ling Bai, I'm Mei Xingsheng from the police station, Xiaoxin said that if you encounter trouble, you can come to trouble you. ”

So straightforward?

But I just wanted to sleep.

"What's the trouble?"

"Someone died. ”

"Getting to the point. ”

Mei Xingsheng: Dead people are not the point?

"It was bitten to death by zombies. ”

"Okay, got it. ”

Asking clearly, Ling Bai hung up the phone and got up like a chicken.

There are zombies,

I'm so excited.

Touching the trumpet energy potion he had just gotten, adding up the previous one, he already had two bottles of this useless thing.

Energy?

He has yes,

The dragon is fierce and energetic,

The point is that there is no venting yet.

What do I want this iron rod for, and what do I want this energy potion?

hehe

Don't drink in vain, don't drink.

Let's drink it as Robust.

Gollum,

Under Miaoguang's envious gaze, Ling Bai drank the vial of energy potion in one gulp.

Always a little kid,

He is also born to be strong and drink milk.

Ling Bai understood, looking at his blank eyes, a loving smile like an old father appeared on his face.

I took out a crumpled five-dollar bill from my trouser pocket and handed it over in a grand manner.

"Take a good look at the temple, and when you are thirsty, go buy a bottle of milk to drink, after all, the abbot is not a person who picks and chooses. ”

Rubbing Miaoguang's head, Ling Bai quickly left.

"Five dollars. ”

Miaoguang smoothed out the folds on the banknotes, fumbled through the monk's robes, and took out a few large red notes. This is what Grandma Gui Ying told him in the morning that it was used to buy spicy noodles to eat.

"It's five hundred dollars!"

He counted five red-skinned snakes again, and sighed, "Spicy strips are so expensive, you can buy them for five hundred yuan." ”

.......

I'm not born strong, I'm just born strong!

Ling Bai took the diamond hammer and the Buddha beads in his hand, and rushed to the scene of the crime with murderous energy.

After drinking the energy potion,

His whole body was hot,

More powerful than Viagra, more powerful than Indian god oil.

hard

Strong.

Desperate need to vent!

At the entrance of the middle school,

Teacher Zhong smoked a dry cigarette and looked at the people coming and going on the street.

On weekends, students have a day off.

He is also rarely idle.

On the road, Ling Bai walked by.

"Where are you going?" shouted Mr. Zhong at the top of his voice.

"Kill!"

In uttering this sentence,

Ling Bai knew that his appearance must be very cold at this moment.

Grandpa Lu possessed his body, and the feeling of killing and eating chicken in 29 was really inflated.

It turns out that when someone asks the word 'where to go' and answers 'kill', it's such a cool thing.

"Stupid. ”

Teacher Zhong scolded in a low voice and continued to smoke.

Ling Bai also coldly disappeared at the end of the road.

People come and go on the road,

Teacher Zhong observed them one by one.

Everyone is an independent individual, so each individual is a different life and their own protagonist.

He once thought he would be the protagonist,

will be the existence of all eyes,

However, he was watching the gate.

But he didn't feel anything,

Because, he is still his own protagonist. It's just a matter of doing things, which has changed from fighting for hegemony to refining the heart in the red dust.......

In novels, the protagonists are like this.

There are ups and downs,

Like stocks, there are ups and downs.

Like the breasts of the woman in front of you, there are big and small......