"Old Hu, you have dragged me down hard this time.
Fortunately, Lin Fang, that woman, ran fast, otherwise there would have been one more person buried with her."
The fat man and I squatted on the sacrificial altar, holding cigarette butts in our mouths, and lying unconscious next to us.
The unconscious Qin Siyan.
And under our feet was a vast army of zombies.
They stretched out their arms one by one, trying to drag us into the pile of corpses.
"Stop, drive, let's cool off."
I pressed the butt of the cigarette on the head of the zombie with its head raised high, feeling very irritated.
This stone altar was two meters high.
The zombies' joints were stiff and unable to bend and climb.
They could only keep jumping on the ground.
For a while, they were unable to defeat us.
But the only shelter we have at the moment is this small three-foot platform.
Under the altar are full of black-skinned zombies with green faces and raised teeth.
We are like Robinson Crusoe trapped on an isolated island, with a There is nothing that can be done about the seriously injured and unconscious wounded.
"Robinson is better than us."
The fat man frowned and threw the cigarette butt down the altar.
He cut a raft and floated out.
"We are so poor now that we can't get out even if we get a speedboat."
I really don’t understand how there were so many corpses buried in the temple, and yet they transformed into corpses and emerged from the ground almost instantly, as if they were specifically returning to the underworld to bring bad luck to us.
"Have you noticed, how did these palms come out?"
I recalled the corpses crawling down the vines from the ceiling, and questions arose in my mind, "At that time, I only saw the corpses of Lin Fang's teammates.
Climbing down the tree trunk, I heard some sound, like a signal."
The fat man thought for a moment: "There is a very harsh sound, a bit like a training whistle.
Could it be that some damn bastard is plotting against us in the dark?"
"It's very possible.
I heard that there are many secret techniques that can control corpses and hurt people.
The whistle just now might be someone secretly controlling these rice dumplings."
"I'm not just hearing about books, are you?"
The fat man scratched his head, "In this age, planes and cannons are flying all over the sky, and what old antique can hurt people with rice dumplings.
But don't tell me, this is also a shortcut to get rich.
Later, we will hire a platoon of rice dumplings to help the farmer uncle farm, so as to save labor and not waste rations. " I sighed: "Don't dwell on those unrealistic fantasies.
Whether we can get out alive is still a serious problem.
They have blocked the way out in front and behind, and will trap us alive on the altar.
It’s a big joke if it gets out.”
The fat man looked at the Golden Avenue not far away: "A thin wall of rice dumplings traps the grave robbers trying to find gold.
The door of freedom is calling, asking me not to feel bad."
I said: "You should stop cooking.
You are going to die and still write poems.
I think it would be true if these two last words were engraved on the table."
The fat man twitched his nose slightly: "Old Hu, I'm ready to devote myself to communism.
Just give me a breather and find a chance to escape."
I said: "It's not that bad.
Since someone is secretly manipulating these rice dumplings, he must have purposefully trapped us here.
Let's fight with him here to see when he is willing to show his fox tail."
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The fat man said: "Everything is our inference.
If there is no such person, we will not starve to death in the temple."
I said with certainty: "No, absolutely.
And I have already guessed the identity of this person very well."
At this moment, a strange scene suddenly appeared.
A sharp whistle was heard, and the zongzi that were originally piled up in disorder around the altar suddenly retreated and got out of the way.
The fat man was surprised and said: "Fuck, the zongzi are lining up, aren't they to welcome King Zongzi to the military parade?"
I smiled and said: "Look out, the other party can't keep calm and is going to come out to disrupt the situation."
The black rice dumplings made way for two people to walk side by side, leading directly from the entrance of the sacrificial room to the altar where we were.
Two familiar figures walked slowly from the gate.
The fat man and I stood up with cold expressions and watched each other approaching us little by little.
The fat man asked in a low voice: "Who is this little brat?
He looks like a bitter melon on his face."
The loser does not lose.
I stared at the opponent and introduced to the fat man: "The cancer among the people, the leader of the reactionary organization, the big traitor who everyone can punish, the bamboo pole."
The fat man nodded, "So he is the legendary traitor, and he really looks like a thief who deserves to be beaten."
He asked again, "But the woman next to him looks familiar.
Have we seen her somewhere?"
I knocked an old ginger on the fat man's head: "That's Shiry Yang" The fat man rubbed his head and explained, "Of course I know that's Shiry Yang.
I'm not just curious about how your wife betrayed the revolution and got together with the reactionaries."
"Didn't you see that her eyes were distracted and her steps were weak?
It's obvious that she is under someone's control."
I rolled up my sleeves and put my hands on my hips.
I could no longer hold back the anger in my heart and wanted to jump down and beat the other person severely.
The fat man grabbed me and said, "Lao Hu, calm down.
Why do I look like there is someone behind them?"
I took a closer look, and sure enough there was a black figure following the two of them like a ghost.
I couldn't help but feel a shiver in my heart: This is the King of Hell coming out of nowhere again, why have I never seen him before?
Along the way, we have never had a head-to-head confrontation with the bamboo pole men.
We thought they were just traveling lightly and wanted to surpass us in speed.
Unexpectedly, there were only two people on the other side.
No wonder they were so far ahead of us.
Bamboo pole walked to the altar and smiled.
Shiry Yang next to him kept his head down and said nothing, and his body was swaying constantly, as if he was drunk, and he would fall down at the slightest touch.
"Hand over the gold seal, and the man will return it to you."
Zhuganzi spoke as simply and clearly as he always did.
Fatty had never seen his methods before, so he said with a tigerish face: "Don't think that we are afraid of you because there are many people.
Hurry up.
Hand over Shiry Yang, and Fat Grandpa will spare your life."
The bamboo pole raised his finger, and I thought he was going to use some hidden weapon.
Unexpectedly, there was a sudden gust of fishy wind behind us.
Before I could see what was going on, a black shadow flashed in front of us and threw the fat man off the altar.
When I saw it clearly, I was horrified.
I saw a heavy corpse with flexible limbs that had pinned the fat man to the ground.
He had a big rotten mouth, and he put his mouth on the fat man's face, as if he was going to take a bite at any time.
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The fat man held his breath and lay on the ground, not daring to move.
I have never seen a rice dumpling that moves so flexibly, and I can't help but feel suspicious.
Zhuganzi said: "I'll give you another chance and hand over the gold seal.
My women and friends will be returned to you."
I'm talking nonsense, you are a ruthless and vicious guy.
If this thing is really handed over to you, the three of us will never survive.
I pretended to be confident, fearing that the boy would see that the golden seal was hidden on my body.
When he saw that I refused to submit, he shook his head slightly.
"Xiao Wu, what's wrong with you?"
Suddenly a voice came from behind the bamboo pole.
The voice was deep and hoarse, and it didn't look like it came from a human mouth at all.
When Zhuganzi heard this voice, his whole body seemed to tremble, and he respectfully stepped aside, just in time to reveal the mysterious black shadow that had been sticking to his back.
Standing in front of me was a shriveled and skinny old man.
He was completely covered in a large black robe.
His appearance could not be seen clearly.
Only half of his withered palms were exposed outside the sleeves.
If I hadn't seen with my own eyes half of the old cloth shoes with white uppers and black uppers peeking out from under the robe, I would have almost thought they were empty clothes floating out of thin air.
Could it be that this old guy is the reason why Zhuganzi betrayed Yiyuanzhai?
He is the legendary "owner":