"Xiaodie, Xiaodie, yes, Xiaodie can't live without me, Xiaodie definitely can't live without me."
The aunt raised her head, her eyes seemed to be somewhat hollow, and she didn't know if she was hit.
Also, I dreamed that my old man would be resurrected from the dead, but now he is resurrected, but he is not recognized by his relatives.
This kind of mood will be shocked no matter who it is.
"Auntie" I want to say something to comfort her, but I don't know how to comfort her.
Although I understand the pain and entanglement in her heart, after all, I am not her, nor am I her relative.
A burst of rapid footsteps came from outside I turned around and looked out the door.
After a short while, a thin figure rushed in.
His first reaction was to freeze there, staring straight at the zombie with the talisman on his face.
"Grandpa, grandpa, wake up, grandma, what's wrong with you, why are you sitting on the ground."
The little girl was stunned for a while and then turned her eyes to the aunt sitting on the ground.
He rushed over quickly.
"Grandma, what's wrong with you?
Grandma, you're crying.
Is someone bullying you?
Tell Xiaodie, Xiaodie will help you vent your anger."
The little girl shook the aunt who was sobbing softly and shouted nervously.
After shouting a few times, seeing that the aunt didn't respond, she looked at me again.
"Little uncle, have you bullied grandma?
You are a bad guy.
You go.
I don't want you here.
You go."
Seeing the little girl's appearance, I also wanted to comfort her, but I never thought that the little girl thought It was me who bullied her grandma.
She ran towards me crying and hit me on the leg with her weak pink fist.
"Xiaodie, please help your grandma up quickly.
The ground is cold."
I want to say it's not my fault, but isn't it my fault?
If I hadn't appeared, would her grandma be so sad?
So she said I swallowed my words halfway, forget it, I'll just be the bad guy.
Having said that, if I hadn't appeared, I'm afraid the two people in front of me would have become the zombie's burial companions.
Of course, there would also be many, many people in this place.
After listening to my words, the little girl wiped her tears, glared at me fiercely, and then moved towards the big girl, using her weak strength to pull her grandma hard, and she called her while pulling back. grandma.
Maybe the little girl occupies a very important position in the aunt's life.
The little girl's call responded.
The aunt raised her head.
Her eyes had turned red, but this did not mean that she was possessed by a ghost.
No, but because of being too sad.
"Xiaodie, be good, let's go back to sleep."
The aunt sighed deeply and said to the little girl.
When the little girl saw her grandmother's face covered with tears, she obediently raised her hand to wipe away the tears on her face.
"Xiaodie, be good, grandma is fine, let's go to bed."
The aunt said and picked up the little girl, then walked around me towards the door.
As he passed by me, he said to me with a bit of unbearability: "Leave it to you, I hope I can keep the whole body."
After saying that, he left without looking back.
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Hey, the dead have passed away, why not let them return to their ashes and return to their ashes?
Running in the wrong direction with an impossible dream will end in nothing.
Hey, everyone in the world is suffering.
Perhaps our appearance is to reduce the pain of the world.
After all, every time a ghost hurts a person, the family members will suffer a lot.
Thinking of the aunt's words, leaving a whole corpse, maybe in her understanding, the ultimate way for monks to eliminate zombies is to burn them with fire, which of course will prevent future troubles.
I feel that the two of them are quite pitiful.
Forget it, since the aunt already knows about this, I will make two preparations.
One is to drive peach wood nails into the heart of the zombie, and the other is to find an ink fountain to cover the coffin.
Just bounce it up and down.
Even if the zombies are not eliminated, it is impossible to break through the coffin that has been hit with ink lines.
Of course, I will tell my aunt when the time comes that the coffin must not be soaked with water.
I shook my head vigorously, threw all the messy things behind me, and walked quickly to the zombie.
I took out the comb teeth I broke off from the mahogany comb from my pocket, then held it in my hand, took one out and placed it on the heart of the zombie, and slapped it suddenly.
Blood flowed out immediately, but it was not the blood of the zombies, but the blood on my hands.
I was just excited to find something mahogany, but I overlooked one problem, that is, the teeth of the comb are too thin.
If I slap it hard, it will only pierce my palm.
He put his hand in his mouth and sucked it for a few times, making sure that there was no more bleeding before putting it down.
I carefully recalled the scene where Master put the peach core into the zombie's body.
It seemed that Master also used a camera to film it, but it was really strange why Master could film it but I couldn't.
After thinking for a moment, I still didn't figure it out.
Forget it, just find something to insert the comb teeth into.
After looking around the room for a while, I finally lifted up the incense burner.
It was smaller and more convenient.
I placed the teeth of the comb at the heart of the zombie, picked up the incense burner and smashed it against it.
Click it Go, why is it broken?
What's going on?
Did I smell it wrong?
In fact, the comb is not mahogany.
There is no reason.
There is no way I can't recognize mahogany.
The next thing that made me depressed happened.
The teeth of the comb in my pocket were all broken into two pieces.
I also sweated a lot on my forehead and they were all broken.
What should I do?
It seems that I can only go to the aunt and ask where the peach trees are.
She had some ideas in her mind before, so she didn’t want to tell me, but now she should have figured it out.
One is a living person, and the other is a zombie who has no relatives.
Although the zombie was her old man when she was alive, what would she choose if she killed her granddaughter as well?
I glanced at the zombie again and walked out of the house helplessly.
I had to talk to the aunt.
Maybe the aunt had the same idea as me.
As soon as I came out of the house, I saw her walking towards me with a worried look on her face.
"Auntie, won't you stay with Xiaodie?"
I shouted tentatively, because I didn't know how to speak.
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I really didn't know how to comfort such a lost person.
"She has fallen asleep.
Is my old man still here?"
The aunt came to me and said first that Xiaodie had fallen asleep, then hesitated, but not long after that she spoke again: