The man's outline gradually became clearer, and he was not a man, to be exact.
Although I have only met once, I have already firmly imprinted his image in my mind, this is Lao Potou, Xiaoxue's former adoptive father, and now the walking dead.
A face covered in black plaque, an eerie black eyeball, dark strangulation marks on the neck, and hands dripping with yellow liquid.
His two arms, which were only a little flesh left, hung so down, and his rotten eyes were filled with a murderous look, that for a moment, I didn't even dare to look at him.
But with a little snow on my shoulders, I had to be brave and never escape.
Carefully placing the light snow on the side of the road, I held the shovel in my hand and prepared for the battle.
He walked faster and faster, the skeleton of his body clicking, and the foul smell rushed towards me, almost suffocating me.
The old slope head rushed towards me, and at the same time let out a weak cry from his mouth, which was extremely scary.
He wanted my life, as was the case the last time he was in his house, and I picked up the shovel and slapped him on the head the moment he pounced.
Then he took two steps back, twisting his neck to the side in an extremely unnatural way, and then he turned his head around with another click.
This guy isn't going to die Again and again, they pounced on me, and soon I had no strength to resist, and on the narrow mountain road, I couldn't see the road under my feet clearly, and if I was not careful, I stepped on the air.
My heart jerked, trying to grab something to keep my balance, but my hands only caught two handfuls of air, and I ended up planting my head down.
I rolled down four or five steps in a row, and when I looked up again, I saw the corpse looking at me condescendingly, and then let out a weak cry, as if sneering.
He'd be lunging at me, breaking my neck, or putting his hand in my body and pulling out my beating heart and putting it in his black, foul-smelling mouth.
Thinking of this, I quickly got up, endured the pain in my body, and the idea of survival was more important than anything else.
However, he didn't pounce on me, he turned and walked towards Xiaoxue The villagers all said that Xiaoxue killed Lao Potou, maybe even Lao Potou thought so, so he definitely wouldn't let Xiaoxue die, let alone bring Xiaoxue back to life.
I immediately lunged at him, grabbed his foul-smelling body, threw him aside, and I gained the upper hand.
Punch after fist on his tattered head, I thought even if this guy had an immortal body, as long as I smashed his corpse, he would be finished.
Besides, he doesn't have so many veins and flesh connected to him, and it is easy for me to break his body, as long as I keep the upper hand and don't get bitten by him, I have hope of victory.
He was pressed under my body, and he was pressed to death, and I had used all my strength to strike and strike.
I broke his collarbone and grabbed his arm, and he grabbed me at the same time, and I was going to twist his arm off before his mouth bit me, and then the skull I can't smell the disgusting rancid stench anymore, and I have only one belief, destroy him, and then I and Xiaoxue live.
Perhaps the desire to win was too strong, and I never gave the corpse a chance, and the two of us scuffled together, and although my clothes were scratched and my neck was scratched, the small wound was nothing.
I felt like I was on the verge of success Suddenly, he burst out with a very strong force, kicked me away with a hard kick, and I retreated to Xiaoxue's side, snorting and panting, like an angry beast, ready for the next battle of life and death.
But he didn't pounce again, and his stump seemed to be unable to hold on, and he couldn't think of a time when the living corpse was exhausted.
The old slope head climbed down the mountain, and he could only crawl forward, because in the fight just now, his legs were only connected by a little flesh and skin, and he couldn't walk at all.
I defeated this living corpse Standing halfway up the hill, facing the valley of terror, I burst out laughing, as if no one would be able to stop me anymore.
My laughter echoed through the valleys, among the mountains in the distance.
For a moment, I felt a faint hint of the pleasure of killing, an awareness that I could turn myself into a devil.
Carrying Xiaoxue again, holding the tools, and setting off again, like a strong man on the march, I only felt that my whole body was surging with strength, and I was inspired by my own courage.
When I came to the end of the trail, I really came to the col, There are some garbage accumulated here, and there are a few large birds on the big rocks in the distance, and I shine a flashlight on them, which seem to be vultures feeding on carrion, and it seems that I have come to the right place.
Those vultures are not afraid of people, they just stare so vigilantly, maybe in their eyes, I am just another stupid human who has come to pay them a tribute.
I let out two beast-like roars, then slammed the ground with the tools in my hand with a loud thud, and the vulture finally flapped its wings and flew away, landing in the distance to observe me.
Stopped, took out his phone, looked at it, there was a software to record distances, and moved on.
The col was full of gravel, and it was not easy to walk, and after about half a mile, the road in front of me was blocked by a high mound.
It reminds me of the mound I climbed over in Mick's graveyard, like a pile of bones.
Looking back behind me, something invisible seemed to be hidden in the deep dark valley, and on the hillside on the side of my body, some white shadows faintly appeared.
I'm not sure if it's the fog or the ghosts in the mountains, although I feel scared in my heart, but it's strange, I don't feel lonely, as if Xiaoxue really has been with me all the time.
Starting In order to climb up the mound, I had to carry Xiaoxue out of the body bag, carry it on my back, pack the tools and body bag and hang it around my neck, and then I began to climb with difficulty.
The branches under his feet made a squirming sound, as if he would fall down with the next kick.
Finally, I climbed to the top of the tree mound, and in front of me was a relatively flat open field, surrounded by mist.
The stones beneath his feet became more finely fragmented, and at intervals he could see a small raised mound with two or three large stones pressed against it.
This is the place I'm looking for, that eerie col.
After looking at the distance on my phone, I walked another hundred meters, and it seemed that I had reached the center of this cemetery, and I chose a place for Xiaoxue.
I knelt on the ground and took the large stone away with my hand, which I felt with my peripheral vision on the left side of my body, as if a person was squatting.
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