Chapter 134

The eyes of the carpenter's Zombie haven't opened for a long time. It can't think yet. It just instinctively feels that it would be better to close its eyes to meet death.

At least a little dignity.

Although it does not understand what dignity means, it does not affect its ability to maintain its dignity.

For a long time, for a long time.

It seems to be alive.

An hour later, it slowly opened its eyes.

In front of me, they have long disappeared.

A touch of joy flashed in the dull eyes of the carpenter's zombie. He staggered around, took the wood planing tool and began planing wood again.

Save your life and dig wood to celebrate.

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There were more and more debris on the ground, and the carpenter's Zombie looked at the debris on the ground with his head tilted.

A faint, heavy sigh sounded.

A touch of helplessness flashed in the dull eyes of the carpenter's zombie. He reluctantly put down his tools and squatted down very slowly.

Creak, creak.

The stiff joints creaked, and the strange twisted fingers fished on the ground, barely catching some debris.

The stiff arm is not easy to bend. If you move a little, the sawdust will fall down.

It took the carpenter's Zombie five minutes to get up and another ten minutes to go to a smaller door in the inner room.

Several pieces of debris were thrown into the inner room. The debris drew a beautiful arc in the air and fell on top of a pile of sawdust.

The carpenter's Zombie was like a treasure. He awkwardly twisted his head and looked around.

I'm afraid someone will see its treasure.

After confirming that there was no one, the carpenter's Zombie stretched out a strange twisted finger and put a broken finger on the wooden door handle in five minutes.

Barely closed the door.

Then, the carpenter's Zombie slowly squatted on the ground, holding a few pieces of debris, and went to hide the treasure in the small door of the inner room.

For normal people, this is just a very boring and energy-consuming thing.

Even a psycho doesn't want to spend so long doing it.

For the carpenter's zombie, this is its only entertainment since the end of the world.

Yes, entertainment.

It doesn't understand what happiness is. It only knows that such behavior doesn't disgust it, and even makes it crazy more than flesh and blood.

This is probably the obsession left by how carpenter he worked before he died!

When people die, they still think about their work.

If the owner of the furniture factory is still alive, he can give a love and dedication award to the carpenter's zombie.

……

Bai Juju sat in the back seat of her bike. The breeze blew her bangs, but it couldn't blow her sad face.

"You say, am I too soft hearted?"

White Jue's voice is stuffy.

Clearly, the zombie is her biggest enemy in her life. She has no psychological burden to kill.

But the death of Xiao Luo and the melancholy in the dull eyes of the carpenter's Zombie made Bai Jue very upset.

She can kill those bloodthirsty monsters without hesitation.

You can also kill those evil people without psychological burden.

For those who are not hostile and harmless zombies, Bai Juzhu hesitated when she started.

"Small ramie is always the best and gentlest." Leng Yebai smiled gently, "small ramie will kill whoever he wants to kill, and let whoever he wants to live, whether it's a zombie or a person, as long as you like."

Xiao Zhu's choice is his choice.

"What about you?" Bai Jue gently put his head on the white back of the cold night and asked softly, "what do you think should be killed and what should not be killed?"

Cold night White did not think and blurted out directly.

"Those who should be killed are those who will hurt you and zombies. There is nothing that should not be killed."

As long as it touches his bottom line, there are no mortals and zombies in the world.

His bottom line is the white family.

All his life, the family, love and friendship he owned were vividly displayed in the Bai family.

Even if the white family became a villain, he didn't care.

No matter what happens, no matter when, he will firmly stand on the side of his family.

Bai Juzhu sighed gently, and her heart was heavy.

Zombies, people, powers, high zombies.

Make the already complex world worse.

"Xiao Zhu, there's a hot pot shop ahead. Do you want to eat?"

Cold night white felt the melancholy smell on Bai Jue, and quickly pointed to a hot pot shop ahead to change the topic.

In the eschatological era, the hot pot shop had long been deserted. You could see that the hot pot shop was in a mess.

The poor materials inside had long been taken away by the survivors, and even the small gas stove embedded in the table of the hot pot shop had been removed.

"Go and have a look!"

Bai Qizhu is interested.

Women's biggest hobby is trains.

Eat, eat, eat

After the end of the world, if you want to eat hot pot, you can only eat it at home. There is no hot pot atmosphere in the store!

Cold night white see white Jue to interest, pedal son pedal faster, straight towards the defeated hot pot store.

The plaque of "authentic hot pot" hung askew, as if it would fall down in the next second.

Lengyebai parked his bike at the door of the hot pot shop, locked it with a big lock, and then walked inside with Bai Cuizhu.

The hot pot shop is so messy that I can barely get off my feet.

Fortunately, there is no black blood and no smell of corruption.

Lengyebai found a clean place, took out a piece of paper from his pocket and carefully wiped the dust on the chair, which made Bai Juju sit on it.

At this time, there was no food in the hot pot shop. Fortunately, Bai Juzhu had room.

A small gas stove was moved out of the space, and some ingredients and hot pot bottom materials were taken out.

In order to hide people's eyes and ears, Bai CuO took out an empty schoolbag from the space.

If anyone sees it, she can talk nonsense about the dishes wrapped in books.

I can't manage so much. If I'm in a bad mood, I'll have to have a hot pot.

With a slap, the flame came out of the gas stove and burned.

The strong aroma of the hot pot overflowed, and Bai Jue looked at the hot pot with bright eyes.

I don't care about the messy environment around me. Eating hot pot in a hot pot shop has a special flavor.

Cold night Bai Chong looked at Bai Jue with a smile on his mouth.

I don't think Bai Juzhu is dying at all. I always think Xiao Zhu looks very cute no matter what he does.

The pot is rumbling, and the hot pot bottom is completely boiled and ready to put vegetables.

Outside the door, suddenly came the cheering voice of Bai Yifan.

"Wow! Grandma, I said, it must be our family. You see, this is the old sister!"

Bai Yifan smiles and enters the hot pot shop with Liu Jing. He doesn't dislike the mess in the hot pot shop and throws the dishes prepared by Bai Jue into the boiling pot.

"Your boy has good eyes!"

Liu Jing looked around with a smile. For a moment, she thought she had a dream about the end of the world.

When I wash hot pot in a hot pot shop with my family, I come whenever I want before the end of the world. After the end of the world, it has become a luxury idea!

"Hey, hey, I saw the bike at the door!" Bai Yifan scratched his head.

Who dares to rinse hot pot in the streets of the apocalyptic world?

Except for his family and Uncle Wang, no one is so skilled and brave.

Whose broken bike has a big lock!

Only his brother-in-law!

With the combination of the two, Bai Yifan soon guessed the answer.

Probably only his own family and Uncle Wang will have such a gust of wind and eat hot pot on the street of doomsday.