[Quick Transmigration] I cried after slag the puppy

Fangyu had a very long dream. In the dream, he was a piece of driftwood, floating on the sea surface with the hot and humid sea wind, endlessly.

The shocking waves that covered half of the sky hit her. She wanted to dodge, but her body remained motionless, as if locked by some kind of force.

Get up... get up for me.

The belief is getting stronger and stronger, the ancient genes in the body are awakened, the blood boils at a high speed, and all foreign objects are swept away.

Fang Yu opened his eyes, and the hotel room was still in front of him. The sticky weightlessness lingered in his heart, and he took a few minutes to calm down after gasping for air.

There was no sign of Cheryl in the room, the curtains were wide open, and the dazzling sunlight shone in, making it impossible to tell the time.

He unconsciously moved his foot and kicked something hard, and then there was a rolling sound.

Fang Yu looked down curiously, and saw two medical syringes at his feet.

One was empty, and one half was left.

Carefully read the fine print on it: "Sodium thiopental...intravenous anesthesia...specific agent."

Fang Yu's face turned pale when he read the following words.

Cheryl behaved strangely and ran to the hospital just to buy anesthetics, but the special dose was enough to give a person a complete anesthesia for three days. Cheryl injected her with one and a half injections, because she thought she died not fast enough?

Not eating or drinking for a long time will make ordinary humans do things that don't care about the image, let alone she is an irrational zombie.

Turning on the phone, Fangyu was a little surprised, after going through a deep sleep for an unknown amount of time, it still maintained 40% of the battery.

Xingyou popped up several messages, all of which were from Zhou Huanzhu. Fangyu looked at it casually, and it was probably because he was surprised and enjoying the pastoral life, why his father didn't reply to him or something like that.

Fake Yu typing: Have you started filming yet?

There was almost a second reply: (˙▽˙) Dad, you are alive!Our money has been confiscated qaq, and we have to rely on ourselves to eat. We have to peel a hundred garlic for the villagers to exchange for ingredients. I am so tired (<_<) but I still have to persevere.

Fang Yu laughed, she didn't expect Zhou Huanzhu to be so cute.

Zhou Huanzhu: Dad, come and play with us, Cheryl is a little absent-minded.

Fang Yu was stunned, his heart moved slightly, and he replied hesitantly: But you are filming a program, can I go there like this?

Zhou Huanzhu: You pretend to be an ordinary villager! [Location]

Before she could figure it out, the location over there was sent.

Fang Yu glanced at the clothes on her body, it was the ones that Cheryl took out from the suitcase after taking a shower and put them on for her.

The flaw is extremely obvious.

[Fang Yu:] You said that the original owner lived alone in the barren hills for two years, and was only found by the hostess a few days ago, so there must be old clothes in her residence.

The system searched the memory of the original owner, and the voice was a little erratic.

[System:] The wooden house where the original owner lived has old clothes, but I suggest that the host should not go there...

[Fan Yu:] Why are you still chirping?Lead the way.

After passing through a forest, and climbing over two mountains, I arrived at the original owner's wooden house.

Several wooden beams supporting the house are covered with traces of wind and frost, and each has a pea-sized moth-eaten hole. The thatch and wood roofs are also rotten, leaving a few pieces empty.

Fang Yu pushed the door open, and the cobwebs and the spiders fell down from the curtain. Before touching her body, the spiders crawled desperately outside the house.

The strong smell of rotting corpses came over his face, Fang Yu covered his mouth and took a step back, and stepped in again after building up his mind.

This time the door was pushed harder, and the whole house shook, as if it would collapse at any moment.

Stretching out his hand to hold onto the wall, with a "scratch" sound, the skin was cut open and green blood flowed out, Fang Yu quickly withdrew his hand.

He observed in amazement that the place where his hand was pressed just now was covered with circles of dry intestines, and the blood stains were all solidified into hard lumps.

A half-gnawed skull was placed on the small triangular wooden table with a broken leg, and there were some scattered fingers around it, with uneven thickness. Fangyu judged that they were at least three body parts.

Fat white rotten maggots crawled out of the junction of flesh and blood.

A shovel stood in a corner, stained with rust-colored dirt.

Fang Yu: "..."

She understood why the system advised her not to come.

[System:] The original owner eats special blood potions most of the time, but in the middle of the night, he will suddenly feel impulsive. He still thinks that human beings are the most delicious. The original owner does not want to lose his last sanity. Dig out the corpses that are not completely decomposed in the coffin, and rebury the corpses after eating the food the body needs. What you see now is what the original owner didn't have time to deal with.

After hearing this, Fangyu was in a delicate mood. She could understand the behavior of the original owner. She was not superstitious about the rumors of the older generation that if they were incomplete, they could not be reincarnated.

In the end, he just silently took away a few old clothes from the original master's wardrobe, and picked out one to change into.

Walk towards the location Zhou Huanzhu sent.

When I found the countryside where the program group filmed, the sky was already dark, and the strong smell of rice wafted from every household.

Seeing the camera from a distance, Fang Yu was carrying a pannier with a sickle and potatoes picked up on the road inside, pretending to pass by unintentionally.

The footwork changes subtly, and it looks like it is walking forward, but it is actually spinning around in place.

He sent a message to Zhou Huanzhu without haste.

She didn't make her wait long before a boy's excited voice came from behind: "Miss over there, yes, it's you! Can I ask you a question?"

A melon-eating crowd scratched their ears, "What's the matter?"

Zhou Huanzhu smiled, ran over quickly and dragged Fang Yu to the stove, seeking compliments from Cheryl who bowed her head to choose dishes: "Look! I have invited foreign aid!"

Her hair was tied up with a turban, and Cheryl, who was full of green vegetables, looked up in confusion, seeing Fangyu's mouth wide open for a long time, unable to recover.

The audience barrage on the live broadcast platform has exploded.

Zhou Huanzhu's No. [-] Little Wife: You can't, baby! !I don't allow you to pull other women, even if the young lady is very beautiful!

Big Bamboo: The rival in love upstairs is pissed off.

Little Fairy: Big Smart Bamboo, please restrain yourself, your cuteness is about to overflow the screen Hey!

This account has been logged out: Am I the only one who finds Lily cute?Like a groundhog... Zhuzhu will ask for help, can't you think of it.

Sister Misaka Mikoto: You are not alone, Mr. Zhou Huanzhu, please allow me to climb the wall for 1 minute QAQ

Fang Yu was very calm, and even turned his back basket, adjusting to a comfortable position for himself.

Whispered reminder: "That,"

Zhou Huanzhu came to his senses immediately, and pointed to the stove with the iron pan in the middle of the kitchen, "How do I start this fire? My partner and I tried several times, but it didn't work."

Only then did Fangyu notice that his white collar had turned gray-black.

Turning his head to look at the rectangular hole that Zhou Huanzhu was pointing at, there was a pile of dry branches and hay in the corner, and there was a fire tongs standing beside it. Fang Yu took it and poked it into the hole, and immediately black smoke came out, straight to his nose.

She coughed a few times and frowned in embarrassment. This was the first time she had seen such a way of lighting a fire.

The air was suddenly quiet, and Zhou Huanzhu and Cheryl stood behind her from left to right, watching eagerly.

The audience's barrage was surprisingly consistent: Hahahahahahahahahaha, the young lady frowned, realizing that things were not simple.

The author has something to say: Don’t overturn the duck!!