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The walking corpse kept knocking its head on the ground, stumbling forward, which was very inconvenient. His pair of big feet were raised upright in the air, but the soles of the feet were clean, as if they had never been covered with dust. look.

"Why does he walk backwards?" Li Chuo asked in a low voice towards Zhang Tao, leaning on the main beam of the room.

"No, did you practice acrobatics when you were alive?" Zhang Tao said nonsense, but soon, they discovered the crux of the problem.

I saw the walking corpse aimlessly wandering around the dance floor for a few times, finally locked on a point, started to jump high, and then swooped down with the hardest skull on the top of its head, hitting Hitting the somewhat worn wooden floor inside the dance floor.

"The rhythm of the trampoline?" Zhang Tao lay on the beam, looking at the inexplicable dance below the dance floor with great interest. From his perspective, he could clearly see the buttocks of the walking corpses that were bare due to strenuous exercise , of course, compared with Li Chuo's butt, the other party has no sense of beauty.

"Look, that man's underpants are all red. If it's not the year of birth, then it's... a red business trip?" Zhang Tao whispered to Li Chuo with signs.

"Going on a red mission? Beheaded?" Li Chuo knew this saying, and it was used in his dynasty. Going on a red mission is a euphemism for asking to be beheaded, and it was used more in ancient times when everything was taboo.

Speaking of which, if you take advantage of the moonlight to carefully identify the tattered clothes on the walking corpse below, it seems to be very similar to the sinful skirts worn by ancient prisoners, and the underwear must be completely bright red. Standard equipment for beheading or beheading prisoners.

boom!

While the two of them were whispering, under the inspiration of the national traditional spirit of Yugong Yishan Jingwei reclamation, the old wooden floor finally broke through and plunged into the dance floor and the foundation in the gap between.

"What is he doing? Looking for something?" Li Chuo whispered, and before Zhang Tao could answer him, he saw that guy was like pulling a carrot, with his withered dead hands supporting the sides of the crack, he jumped up hard and threw The big head I used to walk was pulled out from the cracks in the ground, and it seemed that I was still biting something in my mouth.

"what is that?"

"Needle and thread dustpan?" Zhang Tao is not as sharp-eyed as Li Chuo, but children have been accustomed to fine clothes and fine food all their lives, and have never touched needles and threads. All the clothes are made by the weaving bureau and needleworkers, far less down-to-earth than Zhang Tao angry.

In the long years before the invention of the sewing machine, this guy basically relied on himself for the new three years, the old three years, sewing and mending for another three years, and depended on Li Zi for his life. He thought that he would finally be able to stop doing housework after marrying a wife. , but it seems that in this relationship, of course, he himself needs to play the role of a good wife and mother.

However, Zhang Tao was still very grateful to Li Chuo. Over the years, he was used to being lonely alone, and suddenly there was someone warming the bed together in the middle of the night, and he felt that everything he asked him to do was worth it.

"What is he doing?" Just as Zhang Tao was lying on the bed, Li Chuo poked him secretly, and pointed to the walking corpse below.

I saw the walking corpse leaning against the load-bearing pillar of the room in a very distorted posture. Although it still maintained the weird movement with its head down, it had already freed its hands, and was holding a needlework dustpan and staring at it intently. Moonlight repeated an action.

sewing.

Li Chuo may not be familiar with that movement at all, but Zhang Tao is very proficient. In fact, his embroidery skills are basically comparable to those of Suzhou embroiderers. This thing was like cross-stitch in ancient times. One of the few close friends in the boudoir of the immature feudal women in the inner house.

Compared with mental work, Zhang Tao prefers manual work such as carrying water and chopping firewood, which shows off his masculine demeanor. However, when Cuju riding and shooting can no longer meet his growing material and cultural needs, he will occasionally engage in ancient times. Cross-stitching is a good medicine to pass the time, until the thick thread of stand-alone games made him completely remove this entertainment from his daily schedule.

At this moment, the walking corpse who is practicing yoga with his head down is basically doing something similar to Zhang Tao, except that he is extremely clumsy in flying needles and threads. Forced, I had no choice but to drive the duck to the shelf, and sew something imitatively, wrapping it around his neck, round and round, looking a bit like Jigong catching lice in the sun from a distance.

"Head!" Zhang Tao said suddenly.

"What head?" Li Chuo was studying the yoga zombie's movements, and was taken aback by Zhang Tao's sudden words.

"That man came in looking for a needlework dustpan. In the past, Hao Niantang opened a herbal medicine shop, and the open space in front of the hall was the place where the executioner killed people, so they also did another business - helping the beheaded prisoners' heads It was re-sewed on the neck, so there was a needlework dustpan left on the ruins, and this person came in—was he planning to sew his severed head on?"

"..." Li Chuo shuddered all over his body. Although in a sense, he can be regarded as the top-rated American drama "The Walking Dead" of the year, but from his own point of view, he still feels that My heart is chilly.

"No wonder he has been walking with his head down, trying to use the gravity of his body to re-tamp his neck and head together..." Zhang Tao suddenly realized.

"Yoxi, I'm gradually understanding the rules of this endless hell." Zhang Tao said, with his waist down, his hands holding the weight, and making a dive posture.

"What are you going to do? What endless hell?" Li Chuo threw out two interrogative sentences in succession, and firmly pressed Zhang Tao's paw.

"Well, Caishikou was a place where people killed people in ancient times. Generally, you kill people at noon, right?"

"Don't say I'm like a devil." Li Chuo was not satisfied with his rhetoric, but it was true after thinking about it. Generally, the imperial decree issued by him is beheaded for public display.

"Actually, there is a lack of great virtue at this hour... um, I'm not talking about you." Zhang Tao saw the child frowning, and immediately added something.

"I'm complaining about the decadent feudal system with blood and tears. The yang energy is at its heaviest at three o'clock in the afternoon. If someone kills someone at this moment, most of the prisoner's soul will be offset by the yang energy at noon. Not to mention that a few steps ahead is Hufang The bridge, the sheep enter the tiger's mouth, and the dead ghosts are basically crucified here. They will not be reborn forever, and they can only find a way to get out day after day, year after year, so this kind of ghost realm is called endless hell."

"Then what will happen next? After he has his head sewn up, he can be superseded?"

Li Chuo looked at the yogi walking corpse, still trying to sew up his own neck with needles and threads in vain. No matter how you look at it, it is not so simple to return to ashes, otherwise he would not sing like in the last song. As I said, "Mom's ~hand thread~ has been stitched repeatedly for hundreds of years~"

"He couldn't sew it up himself. There was a legend about a headless ghost in this place. Generally, the families of the prisoners who were beheaded here would spend a lot of money to hire a doctor from Haoniantang to sew the prisoner's head and body together. I got a whole body, this one may be because the family has no money, or the head was shown to the public, so it was not sewn up."

"Then what can we do?"

"Help him sew it up." Zhang Tao said, and jumped off the beam of the house. Li Chuo couldn't see clearly in the dark, but he was so big and landed steadily, and he didn't even make a sound. It may be due to the use of meat pads.

Zhang Tao didn't speak, and walked up to the walking corpse step by step. His eyes glowed with phosphorous green light under the dim moonlight, and his whole body looked ghostly. He grabbed a fluffy thing, caught him off guard, and immediately entangled the walking corpse's hands and feet!

With such a big tail, warm and pink, Li Chuo, who was cats on the beam of the house, felt itchy, and even a little bit jealous of his own kind who was wrapped in the tail.

I saw that the same kind kept twisting their bodies and struggling, but they didn't dare to use too much force, probably because they were afraid that their heads with a little skin attached would completely fall off.Zhang Tao stretched out his hand to take the needle and thread in his hand in a leisurely manner, and sewed it up with flying needles and stitches. With that exquisite and handsome face, he looked like Dongfang Bubai who was a size bigger.

Within a moment, the prisoner's head was sewn onto his neck very well.

Zhang Tao shook his butt, and the fluffy tail retracted into his crotch. The walking corpse finally stopped standing upside down, and fell to the ground on one side, and then got up with a grunt, and finally returned to walking upright. However, he seemed to be very afraid of Zhang Tao. He reached out and touched his head. His stiff neck shook a few times. After confirming that his head had been stitched up, he ran away. The moment he ran out of the gate, the figure flickered It's gone.

"What happened? Where did you go?"

Li Chuo turned over like a kite, and fell directly from the roof. He landed steadily and quietly, as if he was competing with Zhang Tao. Whether it is a lover relationship or not, the competitive psychology between boys is still more or less familiar. Let the little emperor behave a little competitively.

"Follow up!" Zhang Tao didn't have time to explain, he picked up Li Chuo under his arm and ran away.

He jumped onto the bank of the dance floor three times and two times, and rushed to the door in one stride.

With a bang, Zhang Tao's head hit the door panel that appeared out of nowhere, and staring at him, he felt that there were little Li Chuo with no clothes on and wings flying all over the sky.

Zhang Tao had an idiot expression on his face, and tried to reach out to catch him, but he fell to the ground with his body tilted on one side.

"Oh, I missed it." He got up cursing, and looked down at the child again. Fortunately, the little emperor was fine.

"This door? Wasn't it broken by that walking corpse just now?"

"Infernal Hell spit him out, and repaired the gap by itself." Zhang Tao's sword eyebrows frowned.