In the room adjacent to the old village chief, Chang Li sat up from the bed, walked to the window and looked out.
It was so dark outside that I couldn't see anything at all.
It was as if someone had completely blindfolded my eyes.
The darkness was a bit abnormal.
The woman's screams were getting louder and closer, as if someone was screaming against her ear.
This voice is full of ominous flavor, making people want to dig a hole and bury themselves the moment they hear it.
In the middle of the night, any sound would be amplified.
When the sound was about to penetrate people's eardrums, Chang Li frowned helplessly.
He picked up a gong hanging on the wall and started beating it time and time again.
Boom, boom, boom, a clear voice echoed in the night.
The moment the gong sounded, the woman's miserable howl in the house next door suddenly stopped.
She seemed to be comforted instantly and fell into a deep sleep quietly.
Even the child who was crying along with her sobbed for a few words and then stopped.
No more noise was heard, and Chang Li did not continue to rest.
He still held the gong and sat in front of the window, looking at the dark night.
Whispering, the village suddenly became quiet without the miserable howling.
The sound of the wind blowing through the treetops made people panic for no reason.
There was a sound of the door opening lightly not far away, as if someone was quietly opening the door. , and closed it gently, followed by the sound of footsteps falling to the ground.
Not as light as a living person.
It was already late at night, and the dark clouds were accidentally blown away by the cold wind, revealing a dark moon with little aura.
The moonlight suddenly shone down, and at that moment, the figures walking quietly in the night revealed their true colors. face.
They were dead bodies with pale faces and stiff bodies.
They stood on their toes and jumped on the ground in a very light posture.
The thumping sound that Changli heard was caused by them.
Sensing Chang Li's gaze, the group of corpses slowly turned their heads to look over.
The moment they met their gazes, Chang Li successfully saw greed and desire in their pale eyes.
He looked at them quietly, without any ripples in his eyes.
The stiff figures reflected in his eyes as calm as a lake were like ripples on a night walk.
After struggling for a long time, these dead bodies finally turned their heads.
Only a small figure broke away from the team, turned his body, and walked step by step towards Chang Li's location.
When he was still five or six meters away from the house, the little boy, who looked about four or five years old and had deeply sunken cheeks, stopped.
He did not dare to go near the house for fear of getting hurt.
Yin cannot grow alone, and yang cannot grow alone.
Yin and yang often accompany each other.
Since there is a place to gather yin in a village, how can there be no place to gather yang.
The Place of Gathering Yin is the house where the old village chief now lives, and the Place of Gathering Yang is right next to the Place of Gathering Yin, which is the house occupied by Chang Li, so this little boy didn't dare to come close, he was afraid of being caught by the Yang energy. burns.
In fact, he can't be called a little zombie boy.
At most, he can be regarded as a corpse with a strong yin energy and some consciousness left.
He cannot be called a zombie, but it seems that other than this title, it is difficult to call them.
After all, they are not even human beings now.
The little zombie raised his head and stared blankly at Chang Li who was sitting by the window.
Although he smelled the wonderful scent of flesh and blood from this man, the little zombie did not dare to offend him for some reason.
He stood up and walked around the yard several times, finally planning to turn around and return to the big group.
But at this time, Chang Li gently waved his hand, indicating that the little zombie could come over.
The little zombie hesitated for a while, but finally overcame his fear of Yang Qi and staggered to the window.
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He didn't dare to raise his head to look at Changli, so he could only lower his head and twist his dirty clothes down, looking a little pitiful.
Changli asked him: "Where are you going?"
The little boy stretched out his hand and pointed not far away, which led to the outside of the village.
Changli asked again: "What are you going there for?"
The little boy withdrew his hand, which was as skinny as a chicken's claw, and continued to twist the hem of his clothes.
He shook his head, indicating that he didn't know either.
They want to go there, more out of an instinctive impulse.
As for the specific reason behind this impulse, they have no memory.
Changli asked again: "Then where did you stay before?"
The little boy pointed to the ground, indicating that they lived in the soil.
Hearing this answer, Changli raised his eyebrows.
They really dug a hole to bury themselves.
He asked: "Why didn't I see where it was dug?"
The little boy tilted his head, not understanding the specific meaning of this question.
He saw it as soon as he opened his eyes.
How could he not see this person?
Changli understood something from his sight.
He closed his eyes, and then slowly opened them again.
This time, there was something more in his eyes.
Every house in the village is a small tomb, and these living dead came out of these tombs.
Chang Li felt before that this house was the only one in the village that was not abnormal.
It was because this house had no owner.
In other words, other houses in the village have owners, but they are still sleeping during the day and will only wake up after midnight.
He couldn't help but raise his eyebrows slightly, and then asked: "Can you feel what happened during the day?"
The little zombie shook his head and nodded again, meaning that the other living dead couldn't feel it, but he could.
He opened his mouth wide and wanted to say something, but no sound came out.
He couldn't help but feel a little anxious and started to dance, but even the frequency of shaking his hands and feet was very slow, and he had no choice but to give up.
Changli said: "What you mean is that you will be forced to sleep during the day, and you will not be able to wake up until midnight to find your real ancestral graves."
Changli: "Why do you want to go to the ancestral graves?"
It's just an inherent clan concept After the little boy thought for a long time, he found the answer from the broken memory that could no longer be broken.
They went to the ancestral grave not to dig a hole to bury themselves, but to dig out the people who should not be buried there. come out.
"Dig out" Changli chewed these three words, feeling a real and ancient picture slowly unfolding in front of him.
He thought for a while and then came to his senses.
The patient was still waiting under his window, like a little pacesetter waiting for a review.
He waved his hand and let him leave.
The little boy swayed away and caught up with the big group.
In the middle of the night, Chang Li went back to rest after watching this group of mindless living dead stumble around the village until they were all lost in the black mist.
He didn't care that the old village chief's house next to him was as quiet as death after midnight, and he didn't dare to make even the slightest sound.
The next day, just after noon, Chang Li walked out of the house.
The village was very lively, and all the missionaries who dared not leave the atmosphere at night came out and searched around the village.
Some missionaries' eyes were very flashing and their faces were very pale.
It seemed that they had discovered the appearance of the living dead last night.
The appearance of Changli attracted some people's attention.
Anyone who could sleep so calmly in a place like this was either someone with tough skills or a tough mentality.
Judging from the look of this person, it was probably the former.
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The moment he appeared, Chen Huang came over with a smile on his face: "Brother, have you had breakfast?
Brother, where are you going?
Brother, do you want my help?
I can give you more than a hundred kilograms of meat."
Please give me some help."
Chang Li gave him a cold look: "How can you help me?
Help me protect myself from the zombies while I'm running away."
The flattering smile on Chen Huang's face suddenly stopped.
He rubbed his hands helplessly: "Brother, your joke is not funny."
Changli glanced at him again: "I never joke."
After saying that, he turned around and left.
Chen Huang looked at the direction he left and did not dare to follow him.
He returned to the mission worker who slept in the same room with him last night and flattered him again: "Brother Wei, you Where is the old man going?”
The hunky-backed Brother Wei glared at him angrily: "Can you speak, old man?
I'm that old?"
After saying that, he didn't want to pay attention to this newcomer who didn't have much fighting ability at first glance and had extremely low luck.
He walked towards the outside of the village.
The road was exactly the direction before Changli.
No, brother, where are you going?
Chen Huang was dumbfounded.
Most of the taskers in the village had formed a team, and the rest were not willing to accept Chen Huang, a newcomer, so Chen Huang gritted his teeth and followed Brother Wei.
Seeing this scene, some people rolled their eyes and followed him again.
At noon, even if the sun is not missed by the clouds and shows its shape, the village is still bright.
If you look carefully at this time, you can find that there are some scorch marks everywhere around the village.
And they didn't find any of these traces yesterday.
This village is like a house of horrors.
As tourists explore, its true colors are revealed bit by bit.
Chang Li walked at the front, walking step by step in the direction pointed by the little boy last night.
The further he walked, the heavier the fog in front of him became, and the road in front of him became more blurry.
No wonder the group of living dead couldn't find their way.
This fog was a restriction, or imprisonment, for them.
Even the little zombie could only wander around the village.
The rest of the living dead are just living dead and cannot be called zombies, but this little zombie boy has already laid the foundation for becoming a zombie.
After absorbing the Yin Qi for a while, he will be able to completely become a corpse independent of the six paths. of zombies.
Therefore, he is the strongest among this group of living dead, but also the most confused.
He doesn't even know that the person he is looking for is right in front of him.
The place pointed by the little boy seemed quite close, but it was actually far away.
Changli walked for more than two hours to get there.
Here is a neat tomb, with monuments on the tombs.
Although these stone monuments look damaged and dilapidated, they can still give a glimpse of the poverty when they were intact.
It is not a wealthy village to begin with, so how can the monuments erected by our ancestors be any better?
Changli walked in and took a look, and found that most of these monuments were erected seventy or eighty years ago.
It seemed that the ancestors of the villagers buried here were from generations ago.
There was only one special one.
That monument looked relatively new.
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The name written on it is: Yang Tu.
The name was carved stroke by stroke, with great force, as if the person who wrote it was the eight-generation enemy of the person in the grave, pouring all his hatred on the monument.
The moment he saw this monument, Chang Li understood.
What Xiao Zhantong and the others were looking for was this tomb.
They wanted to dig out the people in this tomb and throw them away.
But this tomb is empty.
The man in the grave ran out long ago, and he returned to the village and lived in the house of Xiao Zongtong.
He was the rickety old village chief.
All the connections are clear.
Standing in front of the tomb, a cold light flashed in Chang Li's eyes, and at this moment, a hoarse sigh suddenly came from behind him.
A strange sound suddenly came from behind the empty person.
He obviously didn't hear the footsteps, but the sound appeared directly in his ears.
If an ordinary person encountered such a thing, he would definitely be startled, but Changli was not.
Not an ordinary person.
Without swaying for a moment, he said directly: "Why don't you lie down in there yet?"
The old man standing behind Chang Li had gloomy eyes.
He tried to grab Chang Li's hand, but Chang Li directly avoided him.
He was leaning on a cane and a male voice sighed: "Young man, you are too anxious."
Chang Li: "It's better to be anxious than timid."
As soon as he finished speaking, the old man's expression became even more terrifying.
Anger, disgust, suspicion, guilt and other emotions appeared in his cloudy eyes one after another.
He asked directly: "What do you know and how do you know it?"
Chang Li: "Isn't it obvious enough that the village is in a mess?
Not only are there valuable items, not even half of the food is left.
Coupled with the burnt marks, doesn't it mean that the village has been attacked by bandits?"
After the village was massacred by bandits, there was only one person left.
Doesn’t that mean something?
Whether this so-called old village chief survived because of luck or for other reasons, combined with the reactions of the living dead, it will be clear Those living dead wanted to take the village chief out of his ancestral grave because he didn't deserve it.
He didn't deserve to be buried in his ancestral grave.
He was the leader of the bandits and the one who betrayed the entire village.
He was the one who led to the destruction of the village and turned it into a dead zone.
So he didn't dare to make a sound after midnight, for fear of being torn apart by those angry living dead, even if he had already turned to stone.
Yes, he is the zombie everyone is looking for, and he is the essence of death in the entire village.
Because he did not escape the killing of the bandits.
After the bandits were satisfied with their plunder, he was killed as a useless pig.
The old village chief laughed twice and said in a hoarse voice: "You are quite smart."
Staying in the house in the village where the shadow gathers helps him to dissolve the rigidity, so he stays in the village secretly.
As for the group of living dead, you want to find him not only to vent their anger, but also because he has gathered the resentment of everyone in the village.
He can be said to be a humanoid version of the concentrated zombie beads, which can also help them dissolve the zombies.
This village is a veritable zombie village, and the goal of all the dead people is to become zombies
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