Wake up, stop dreaming [Quick Transmigration]

Compared with other surrounding villages, Zhengjia Village is more remote, and the scenery is good. The eyes are green, and the breath is fresh.

A few people wandered around the fields when they had nothing to do, looking like bumpkins, and took pictures of every leaf they saw.

"It seems that the village chief hasn't shown his face since we came, is he hiding from us?"

The focus should be on the boss of the Tibet Division. Among other things, there are nearly a hundred families in the village. If you can't meet them, you will definitely not approach them.

Seeing that he was holding dried carrots in his hand, Zuo Yan asked, "Where's He Ziyang?"

He Baodao: "Send him to investigate the situation, who told him to follow here."

Zhao Junfeng followed them and asked, "Which rabbit?"

He Bao said: "Yes, wait for him to come back and show you a big transformation."

There are no people, but a lot of ghosts.

There are watermelons planted in the fields, which are lush and green. It is definitely a treasure to relieve the heat in the hot weather.

Zuo Yan stared at the watermelon without moving, twisted his head, and met the eyes of the person behind him.

Facing a pair of expectant eyes, Si Jia took out his wallet from his trousers, took out a few hundred-yuan bills and handed them to him.

When he took the money, there was a movement. The ring finger and little finger rested on the edge of the wallet, and the fingertips brushed the banknotes. The way he handed them over made Zuo Yan pause.

A bit like Xie Yao.

Looking up, I saw his gaze was also looking at him, and a familiar feeling came over my face.

"don't want?"

"want!"

Zuo Yan took the money, shook off the thoughts in his head, turned around and ran to Uncle Shougua in front of him.

Bypassing the shed built by Wanggua, the uncle was staring at Guada in the shade.

"Uncle, you..."

Startled by the sudden sound, the man turned his head and looked at him defensively, still holding a shovel in his hand.

"What are you doing!"

Zuo Yan put his hands in front of his eyes, indicating that he is not in danger, "Uncle, do you sell this watermelon? We are a little thirsty when we come here, and want to buy two watermelons to relieve the heat."

"Buy watermelon, sell it, how can you not sell it, how many do you want?"

"Two are enough, how do you sell this melon?"

"It's 20 yuan each, you can pick whatever you want." The uncle waved his hands imposingly as if he had contracted the melon fields.

"Uncle, your melons are not cheap."

Rural cities are different. The melons in rural areas are only a few cents a catty in this season. This uncle thought he had never been in the countryside.

"Pure green, no pollution, no medicine at all, how can it not be worth the price, which one do you choose?"

In fact, if you are a fat sheep slaughterer, you should have more points, 51 are fine, this uncle is still a little bit reluctant.

Zuo Yan stood on the edge of the melon field, counting soldiers and generals, whoever he points to will be the one.

This glance allowed him to see a smear of orange in the melon field. Looking carefully, the fat orange cat was lying on the edge of a big green watermelon, beating the watermelon with the tip of its tail.

Zuo Yan pointed to the cat and asked, "Uncle, the cat you raised? It can also read melons. It's amazing."

The dark-skinned uncle waved his hand, "Why are you looking at melons? It's thinking about stealing melons, that is, it can't lift the skin of the melons. Otherwise, the melons would have been harmed by it long ago, and these two are the only ones it needs? I'll pick them off for you." .”

The uncle bowed his head to pick melons, and coaxed the cat away, "I have been in our village for several months, and I don't know who threw it, and I can catch a few mice. The old cat is dirty, and no one wants to keep it. It's just hanging around in the village. Here, Your melon."

Zuo Yan handed over the money, took the change, and walked back with the two watermelons in his arms. He had just taken a few steps when he looked back.

The uncle was picking watermelons in the field, and it looked too hot.

"Is this cat in love with you?"

Zuo Yan came to the shade of the tree with the watermelon in his arms. Those in front of him were more uncomfortable than him, but at least he was alive.

He Ziyang came back a long time ago, and when the watermelon appeared, the small lump squatted over. He didn't need to bring a knife with him, and chopped it with his paw, and the watermelon split into several regular pieces.

Except for Si Jia who didn't eat it and He Bao who couldn't eat it, everyone else was eating watermelon, including the cat under their feet.

Zuo Yan ignored He Bao, and instead said to the cat, "Cats can't eat sweets."

The orange cat didn't even raise its head, its tail wrapped around his ankles, leaving two gray dirt marks.

A black melon seed hit the little rabbit's head, and He Ziyang raised his head, "Who hit me!" The next second, his eyes met Zuo Yan's.

Zuo Yan was innocent, "Would you believe me if I said the cat did it?"

The hair around He Ziyang's mouth, which was dyed red, trembled, his red eyes glanced at Si Jia, then turned his head and threw himself into He Bao's arms.

"Ge Ge, he bullied me~"

Zuo Yan: ...

Zhao Junfeng: ...

cat:……

He Bao grabbed it out, saw his clothes were stained, and gritted his teeth, "Get lost!"

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In the afternoon, He Ziyang, who went out to inquire about the situation, brought back news that someone had died, and they planned to bury him secretly, in the woods outside the village.

Zuo Yan and He Bao looked at each other, and saw the same plan in each other's eyes.

Zhao Junfeng looked left and right, why are these two people so unreliable.

And like-minded people all chose to carry Si Jia behind their backs. After all, it was a little hard to think of asking him to dig a grave.

At night, the two of them slipped out with a shovel while Sijia was bathing the cat.

Walking to the entrance of the village, meeting the rabbit, the four of them went into the woods together.

He Ziyang led them to the place where the villagers buried their corpses, which had already been covered with a layer of old soil.

The three of them started digging graves enthusiastically, but Zhao Junfeng refused at first, because he couldn't do grave digging.

But voting, three-to-one, you don’t have to do it, just watch by the side.

When the coffin was dug up, several people saw the dark and red coffin again.

He Bao said: "A mixture of blood and ink, what are they trying to do?"

Zuo Yan also said, "It seems like I'm afraid that something will come out."

Earlier, those zombie movies they watched, ink fountain lines, chicken blood, and ink ink, it was really possible to think about it carefully.

Opening the lid of the coffin, a foul smell rushed over, it was really smelly, the two of them turned their heads to hide at the same time.

The stench spread from the coffin to the surroundings, Zuo Yan frowned, "This corpse... Zhao Junfeng, come here."

Zhao Junfeng walked over clutching his nose. In the middle of the night, the moon was covered by branches, and it was pitch black. They were digging graves here, with a few guys who were not just humans or ghosts. He, a real human being, was shaking all the time. Every wind and grass can make him scream out with a pinch of his throat.

"what happened?"

Zuo Yan said, "Look at this corpse, is it the same as what you saw before?"

Zhao Junfeng boldly walked over, the first sight he saw was unfamiliar, but the second sight was his tightly wrapped body, at this moment a piece of clothes was removed, revealing the skin inside.

"what!"

"Don't call!"

Zhao Junfeng covered his mouth, and stuck the second half of his exclamation in his mouth.

Zuo Yan rubbed his ears, good guy, this tune is really high.

The exposed skin of the corpse looked like it was rotting into pieces. Zhao Junfeng stared at it in shock, and said, "The one I saw last time was not as serious as this."

He Bao tore off the trousers of the corpse again, they were also rotten into pieces, and the bones could be seen vaguely.

"Could it be a matter of time? The person you saw last time just died. This person died around 4 pm. It has been more than 6 hours now."

Zhao Junfeng said: "Even if it's 6 hours late, even if the weather is hot, it's impossible for it to rot like this. It's not a biochemical weapon!"

"Talk down, lest people don't know what you're doing digging the grave here." He Bao put the lid on the coffin, and several people buried the soil back.

On the way, Zhao Junfeng opened up his previous thoughts, "Could it be possible that there are some biological weapons?"

He Bao said: "If it's a biochemical weapon, the one lying in it would be you."

Zhao Junfeng held the shovel in his arms, obviously he hadn't gotten out of the shock of the corpse, and he felt his feet were being grabbed as he walked.He was shocked.

His eyeballs moved down, and he saw a small hand climbing up his ankle.

"Hey……"

The voice coming from the throat is extremely small, but it can be heard clearly in the silent night.

Zuo Yan turned around and saw a white glowing child lying on Zhao Junfeng's shoulder. He was stunned for a moment, and found that there were children slowly crawling towards them around them.

"Fuck! Run!"

A few people jumped out as if they were being wound up.

A group of children chased after them, their minds filled with innocent laughter.

Running crazily, Zhao Junfeng was left at the end and was also the most embarrassed. Zuo Yan was a few steps too late and turned back to look for him. As soon as those children saw him coming back, they disappeared the next moment.

The few people didn't stop, and didn't stop until they rushed into the yard.

At the entrance of the yard, Si Jia was lying on the rocking chair by the door, with a fat cat squatting on him.

If you look from afar, you can see that it is oily and smooth, it is extremely clean, and your head is raised high.

"How did the investigation go?" Si Jia said lightly.

Several people talked about the corpse in a hurry, and finally emphasized that they met the baby spirit.

Sika's reaction was beyond their expectations, as if they knew it long ago. "Oh, is it so."

"That group of infant spirits is scarier than the obstetrics and gynecology department. How many corpses have to be buried in that forest!" He Bao grabbed the rabbit's ears with a serious expression.

Infant spirits are more evil than evil spirits, and have the greatest resentment, a group of them, they can be folded in a few minutes.

Zhao Junfeng was so frightened that he was shaking when he sat on the chair.

Zuo Yan stroked the cat's hair twice, calmed down his mood, and glanced at Zhao Junfeng sympathetically, it's okay, if there is one, there will be two, just get used to it.

He Ziyang said: "Boss, it seems that there are no children in this village, and they are all dead. Those villagers are lying."

Sika glanced in the direction of the forest, "There are more than one lie."

The baby spirit dealt them such a blow, they sat in the yard, thinking about something wildly in their minds.

Zuo Yan dragged the bench and sat next to the cat, "I've seen the man who died today."

"what?"

"It's the uncle who sells watermelons during the day."

Si Jia turned his head, Zuo Yan pulled his hand down, put his paw on the cat and touched it twice.

"I smelled a bit of a bad smell on him during the day, mixed with the smell of sweat, and he was still wearing a coat and thick pants that covered his whole body when the sun was so hot and he was sweating non-stop.

And, have you noticed that the men in this place are all dressed very tightly. "

After what he said, it was true that in summer, it was hot and covered so tightly, "Isn't that just to cover up the rot on their bodies?"

As soon as these words came out, there was some silence, a group of rotten, still alive people.

What is it?