Chapter 243

In a lonely mud house,

Xu Qinglang fell into deep meditation,

In front of him,

There was the corpse he had just dragged back from the vegetable field outside.

He knew the body. It was the three sons of aunt Xu's family in the village. He was less than 30 years old this year. He was unmarried. He usually worked in the shipyard and had a good reputation in the village because he was willing to help others.

The owner of a western family, who has something to support him, he will come to help. For example, this family wants to build a house, that family has no time to harvest wheat, and so on. The reward is nothing more than a meal and a drink.

This is the kind of neighborhood helping atmosphere that belongs to the older generation. It is very rare in the younger generation, but he has always kept it, and many peers think he is silly.

Of course, no matter how popular he is, it has nothing to do with Xu Qinglang. Although he was born in the village, he has not been in the village for a long time.

Now is not the time to mourn,

He has to find a way to dispose of the body first.

Xu Qinglang remembers that when he used to watch the story of the deer tripod, trinket had that kind of bone melting water. He poured a few drops directly on people, and people would be corroded immediately. Xu Qinglang didn't know whether there was such a thing in reality, but he knew that he didn't have time to find it now.

Or,

Dismember?

If you decompose the body a little bit, you can fry something?

It seems a little abnormal.

But why did you suddenly have an impulse to try?

It must have been infected by that pervert Zhou Ze.

Shaking his head, Xu Qinglang decided to use the dumbest way first,

Dig a hole,

Bury the body first.

After all, although the man was killed by Zhou Ze, he was already a walking corpse when he was killed. He had already died. Zhou Ze killed him, which was equivalent to giving him a relief.

Xu Qinglang summoned a shovel from the house, walked to the vegetable field in front of the door and began to dig a hole.

In fact, there are no tiles or cement in the mud house, which is also mud, but it has been trodden up and down for many years, and it can't be dug at all.

Digging, Xu Qinglang leaned on his shovel with both hands and couldn't help gasping. For him, who usually didn't go down much and recently began to enter the maintenance state, he really couldn't bear to do this kind of work again.

"Woo woo......"

In the distance, there seemed to be a faint whimper, a little like someone crying, but it didn't sound like crying carefully, and the tone was a little melodious.

The night in the countryside is still very quiet, especially at this point. Where does this noise come from?

Xu Qinglang reached out and subconsciously touched the goggles in his pocket. To be honest, boss Zhou is not around now. Xu Qinglang is really a little nervous and always feels insecure.

The sound of sobbing from far to near, Xu Qinglang suddenly raised the shovel. Although he only heard the sound and didn't see anything, the sense of crisis was so strong that he began to secrete adrenaline frantically.

"Hoo Hoo..... Hoo Hoo......"

deep breathing,

Keep breathing deeply,

Xu Qinglang held a shovel in one hand and a safety goggle in the other.

Is it difficult that Lao Zhou didn't catch the zombie, and the zombie came back with another shot?

Atmosphere,

Become very nervous,

The cold sweat on Xu Qinglang's forehead began to drip down.

Stalemate,

Confrontation,

All the time.

After about twenty minutes,

In the dark night, several naughty crows flew over their heads without sleeping,

Make a sound of "quack... Quack... Quack...".

A gust of wind blows,

A few fallen leaves whirled away in front of themselves.

Xu Qinglang and air,

The confrontation lasted twenty minutes.

The sob began to slowly lower, and finally reached a slightly imperceptible level.

After listening for so long, Xu Qinglang at least determined one thing, that is, it is definitely not someone crying, but more like someone who doesn't sleep at night and plays the flute leisurely.

Who is so idle!

He waited vigilantly for a while until the sound completely disappeared. Xu Qinglang breathed a sigh of relief and the alarm was lifted.

He continued to dig for a while. He originally wanted to dig deeper, but Xu Qinglang's fatigue has hit, so he dug a very comfortable depth. Anyway, things after that still have to rely on ghost money to avoid trouble. Now he buries the body just because he doesn't want to be found by the villagers in the near future.

Entering the room, the body was still lying there quietly, with a clear depression on the chest and five small holes around the depression.

Zombies must be very hard,

In fact, if the corpse of the dead is preserved better, the corpse will indeed be much "stronger" after it becomes stiff than when it is alive, and the corpse is transformed by pent up resentment, and the body is stronger.

But no matter how strong the body was, it was directly pierced by Zhou Ze's nails.

Xu Qinglang took a sip of water, took out his mobile phone, and prepared to send a message to Zhou Ze to ask him where he is now and whether he found old Cui.

Fight wild geese all day, and be pecked by wild geese at last.

Xu Qinglang himself and Zhou Ze didn't expect that the grumpy old man Cui would also play a game of "hiding from the past", pretending to sleep first and secretly didn't know what to take to cut the rope, and then took advantage of the walking corpse to rush out of the house with Zhou Ze to deal with, and decisively took his granddaughter to escape through the tunnel.

Why the old man wanted to run away is also very simple, because the two of them used his baby granddaughter as bait, and Zhou Ze also planned to send his granddaughter to reincarnation when things were over.

It can only be said that Zhou Ze was right before. A natural yin-yang eye, who lives to such a big age, really has no ability to hide and tuck, and others are also unconvincing.

"Why is there no signal?"

Xu Qinglang knocked on his cell phone.

At this time, the dead body that had been lying there for a long time actually sat up slowly.

Quietly,

There was no movement at all.

Xu Qinglang continued to tamper with his mobile phone. He wanted to contact Zhou Ze as soon as possible, completely ignoring the situation behind him.

It's not that Xu Qinglang is so careless. In fact, even Zhou Ze himself doesn't think that the walking corpse that has been stabbed to death with his nails can make any waves again.

But somehow,

He got up.

And he slowly opened his mouth,

Two gloomy fangs were exposed.

"Huh?" Xu Qinglang sniffed, why suddenly came a smell of pickled garlic.

In the end, Xu Qinglang subconsciously glanced back at the former chef's natural sensitivity to taste,

then,

Look at each other with four eyes!

The body rushed forward, and the fangs directly stabbed into Xu Qinglang's neck.

Xu Qinglang frantically pushed the goods in front of him, but this guy was like a caterpillar, clinging to Xu Qinglang.

Endure the sharp pain in the neck,

Xu Qinglang took out the goggles in his pocket,

Low drink:

"Heaven and earth are infinite, and the metaphysical mind is the right method!"

A layer of light blue ripples rippled on the mirror surface of the safety goggle,

The next moment,

Xu Qinglang directly smashed the goggles on the thing in front of him.

This thing's body kept shaking, as if it was very painful, but it still stubbornly bit Xu Qinglang, and his hands and feet began to climb up, like an octopus, trying to bow!

"Pop" sound,

Xu Qinglang was really overwhelmed by the other side,

The other party's body kept shaking and wriggling,

Press Xu Qinglang on the ground and rub it heartily!

Nausea,

nausea causing,

Uncomfortable,

pain,

It hurts

Xu Qinglang knows that unless Zhou Ze can arrive at the last minute like the police in Hong Kong films, he is likely to explain here today.

But this thing,

It's obviously cool,

How can you move again?

by the way,

It's the flute!

It must have something to do with that noise!

But at this time, it is too late to think about what sound, and it has no meaning at all.

for the first time,

Xu Qinglang felt that the village where he was born was so strange and frightening to him, as if a curtain had been covering it. In fact, he had never really walked into it.

Struggling desperately with both hands,

Xu Qinglang touched a sunken position,

That's where Zhou Ze's nails pierced before.

"Heaven and earth are infinite, and the metaphysical mind is the right method!"

Xu Qinglang recited the mantra for the last time,

Bite your teeth,

Directly put his safety goggles into the chest of the walking corpse from the wound position.

"Hiss, hiss, hiss,..."

The eyes, ears, mouth and nose of the walking corpse began to emit black fog constantly. He jumped up from Xu Qinglang, and then fell to the ground and rolled frantically, like an insect sprayed with disinfectant, making a final struggle.

The goggles kept emitting blue light in the body of the walking corpse, constantly burning each other.

In the end,

The walking corpse lay on the ground again and did not move. Moreover, his body slowly began to rot and turned into a pool of pus.

Soon,

When water stains are absorbed by mud,

Only a clear human seal was left on the ground.

Xu Qinglang's previous dream of Trinket's bone melting water came true this time.

Bending down, Xu Qinglang wrapped his hand in his sleeve and lifted the dark thing in the middle of the human seal. This is his safety goggle, but now it has completely become black charcoal.

He Xu Qinglang has a poor family background, and his xuanshu is a half bucket of water. This small magic tool has been one of the few things he can take out, and it has been completely abandoned.

However,

This is not the most difficult.

Xu Qinglang picked up his mobile phone and came to the broken mirror in the hall,

Turn on the back flashlight of your mobile phone and point it at your neck,

In the mirror,

On his left neck,

There is a very clear pair of tooth marks,

The skin and meat nearby were torn to pieces, but there was no blood flowing out. Instead, small black particles kept rolling inside, looking extremely disgusting.

Xu Qinglang gently stroked his wound with trembling hands,

An ominous premonition,

Come slowly