zombie land

When Corrigi woke up, he felt throbbing pain all over his body, and his frostbitten hands and feet grinned in pain as soon as he moved lightly.He couldn't help moaning (groaning) in his mouth, and his face was completely wrinkled.

"you're awake?"

It was that strange and familiar voice again, and Corrigi opened his eyes. It was difficult to digest the current situation... Is this person with a hint of joy on his face Musley?

Mooseley would have such an expression?

While denying it in his heart, his eyes kept looking at the person in front of him. It was indeed Musley...

Are you dreaming?

But the pain just now was so clear, doesn't it mean that there is no pain in the dream?

"What's wrong? Where does it hurt? Or...?"

"Are you Musley?"

Facing the face that turned from slight joy to anxiety and gradually gloomy, after that kind of real feeling flooded up, I couldn't help but want to keep that rare joy.

"I don't hurt! It doesn't hurt anymore..." He hurriedly defended, because he didn't want Musley to worry, and even ignored the thought of ignoring the person in front of him when he was asleep.

For him, what could be more inspiring than seeing Musray's joy?Isn't it the slight curvature of the corner of the mouth that he has been working hard from the beginning?

Musrei nodded first, and responded to Corrigi's first question, and then said, "It doesn't hurt anymore? Are you hungry? You've been sleeping all day!" There was rare tenderness in that voice.

Corrigi looked out the window, it was dusk, and the winter night always came very quickly, but at this moment when the dusk sun shone into the window, Musley's always stiff face seemed to melt water.If it weren't for the pain in his hands, Corrigi would have reached out and rubbed his eyes well, dazzled?

After not getting a response for a long time, Corrigi looked at him blankly, and Musley reached out and covered Corrigi's forehead, not hot!Why is it like burning out the brain?

Shrinking in shock from Musley's cold hands, Corrigi undoubtedly suffered a lot from this action, and his brows and eyes frowned.

"I'm fine, I'm just very hungry!" Corrigi said with a smile while enduring the pain.

"Are you awake? My child? How do you feel?" Before Corrigi could say anything, Corrigi's mother, Laura, had already entered the house with a bowl of hot broth. The face that was originally full of sadness suddenly melted away.

"Mom, I'm fine! I'm so hungry!" Corrigi smiled lightly, even though his body was in unbearable pain, he couldn't complain at the moment.He didn't want his mother or anyone else to stereotype Musreh, even if that stereotype was deep enough.

Listening to the words that Corey Jiqiang cheered up and said, Laura naturally did not doubt him, and wept with joy, "You child, why don't you know how to take good care of yourself, and you still run into the mountains in the middle of the night, come on, mom The soup stewed for you has been stewed for a long time, it is very fresh, and the robe that your Uncle Fite specially made for you, I will marinate the meat for you, and I will make bacon for you when you are ready."

The mother is always like this. Looking at her son, she feels distressed, but she doesn't forget to chatter a few words, but she is more considerate and caring.

Musley has already stood aside at this moment, watching the interaction between mother and child, with a hint of softness in his eyes.But at this moment, another voice came to my mind, it was because it was so peaceful and warm, so I could no longer be destroyed in front of myself, just like that slender and elegant person... the cold hand just froze and then tightened clenched into fists, and finally turned his head out of the room... Too soft pictures will make people forget, indulge, even the deepest pain will be slowly filled... But he doesn't need these at this moment ...

With the spoon handed by his mother, Corrigi sipped the fresh and sweet soup, but when he raised his head again, he could no longer find Musrei...

Some lonely sighed.

"What's wrong?" Laura followed her son's eyes and looked over, empty-handed, but she understood in her heart, "Why do you want to provoke that boy? Corrigi, you are the future head of our village and the hope of the future. , we don't want you to have any trouble because of that child, understand? That child is too dark, even as your friend, he is not suitable, he must leave!" Laura said seriously, not her How unreasonable, but her son almost died because of that boy, as a mother, how could she sit idly by?It was because of being too indulgent in the past that caused the current result. Her hands and feet were severely frostbitten, and she almost slept in the depths of the mountain forever. How could she not be afraid?She has only one son...

This village is different from the village where Licates lives. In order to reproduce, group marriages are practiced here. As the village head, Corrigi's father has several wives because of his strong body. Naturally, there are quite a few wives. But Laura, because of her frail body, has only had Corrigi as a son since she was married. Fortunately, Corrigi's father, who is the village head, is also the most beloved one, so, not to mention being a mother Her identity is that in this complicated group marriage, if she does not have a child, she will end up dying alone... Various reasons are the best explanation for her separation of Corrigi and Musrei .

Corrigi just lowered his head. He knew that his mother was doing it for his own good. He couldn't refute it, but told him not to see Musley anymore. Even in the mountains and forests, he had such thoughts in his mind, but after meeting Musley After seeing Ray's smile, he knew that as long as he worked hard, he could make Musray become like everyone else, or in other words, just restore Musray to his original appearance.

Licates still opened the gate of the iron fence and left as usual. Since the last escape, he undoubtedly hated this iron fence more than the whole zombie land, even his mother, also become...

. . . in such a way that it frightened him.It's a strange feeling, like guilt, and a little cringe, but it's not lovable.

"Are you going?"

Just like now.

Licutus turned his head, and saw Kylia standing not far away, looking at him with a slight sense of guilt in his eyes... What's wrong?It would be fine if he couldn't dodge like everyone else after the blood funeral sent him back, but this attitude caught Licutus by surprise.

Want to ask clearly, but don't know how to speak, that layer of barrier is as hard as other people in the iron fence, only the form is different.

Licutes nodded to Kylia, and after the corners of his mouth raised reluctantly, he opened the iron gate and turned around to remove the iron bars.

There was only one figure left, the one that made Kylia feel distressed.

She knew that she had done it before, but the feeling of guilt in her heart seemed to keep gushing out, which made her involuntarily want to care more, to make up for what she had in the past, then, and now. Powerless, that heart that cannot be preserved but still doubts, even if it is just a thought, she thinks about it now, but it is extremely sinful.My son, she is the only relative in this zombie land, if even her mother doesn't trust him, then...

In the study room, a person sat upright, with a book of historical materials in hand.

If the history from AD 2110 to AD 2230 is messy, then the history after that has reached the point of being incomprehensible.

After the fall of the empire, there were no historians after 2230 AD, and the materials about that in this bookstore were undoubtedly snatched by zombies from those exiled historians.

The yellowed scroll in Licutus' hand was even stained with dark bloodstains. It was conceivable that the person was killed by a zombie or became a zombie after being bitten. Perhaps the words on this page could not represent anything, but the dark red bloodstain But it was telling in Licates' mind, telling about the hardships and pains at the beginning...

Small booklets, pieces of yellowed paper, and even extremely torn paper, with no content, as long as there are words written on them, they are collected here.The closer the age is to the present, the more and more paper there is. Thinking about it this way...

Licutus smiled wryly. Molind had said about the importance of historical materials. It is the inheritance of culture. If it is broken, then human beings will go back nearly a thousand years even if they are not extinct...

Then should they be grateful for the practice of blood mourning? Undoubtedly, these later materials are his orders... Even though it was a cruel robbery, they were undoubtedly preserved.

As zombies, such an approach is undoubtedly unreasonable. At the moment they control the empire, and high-level zombies have a super ability to manufacture such a large number, and then create their own history...

But they didn't because...

A flash of light flashed in Licutus' mind. Is it because the life cycle of zombies is short and they can't reproduce?

wrong!Immediately shook his head in denial.

If all the zombies were raised to be like blood zombies or the next level of 'addictors', their lives would undoubtedly be long enough.At this moment, the land of zombies is also raising humans. As long as humans continue to flow like livestock, then zombies will not become extinct...Isn't it?

So what is the purpose of blood mourning?

The inextricable doubts in his heart can't be solved at all, maybe he can only know by asking the zombies involved, but, regarding blood funerals, he has no desire to ask questions at all... and no chance to ask questions!

If Licutus didn't think so much at the moment, and didn't think so methodically, maybe he wouldn't be so hard to accept after knowing the truth, but many things are unpredictable...

Those problems are still piled up, and the passage of time will not be slowed down by a single minute because of the pain of life. Even if it is difficult, it has passed bit by bit.

What can change in five years?

There are five more iron fences of the same size as before in the zombie land, and naturally the people living inside are all people...

The days here are said to be painful, maybe it is not, and it is just a personal thought.

How good is life outside the land of zombies? If a larger tribe occupies a powerful mountain, it may still have enough food, and those scattered small settlements with a dozen or twenty people are simply suffering from hunger Just hungry.

Here, except for the twice-a-year 'feeding day' and '□day', at least the rest of the time is not worrying about food and clothing.There are more people, and everyone seems to be more optimistic. The distance between each iron fence is not far, bustling, and they often gather to talk and chat, at least on the surface, it looks peaceful and peaceful.

In fact, five years can't change anything. For example, everyone's rejection of Licates has not been eased or forgotten because of the increase in the number of people. It seems that they also need a spiritual sustenance, and they always need it in this crowd. An unloved object...and that object is undoubtedly this Licates who has an 'unclean' relationship with zombies.

Licates, who was originally quiet, became even more silent, and even to his mother, he would not speak more than three sentences a day... But there are two exceptions, one is Lis, his younger brother , and the other is Likaya, who has grown into a big girl, and only in front of these two people, Likatus's face can reveal some of the gentle expression of the past.

He still goes back to the bookstore every day, but undoubtedly the bookstore is not his only activity area anymore, he goes out every day, this door is naturally the gate of the castle, the gate that he and Musley tried to pass through falsely, At this moment, he can go back and forth in an upright manner... Naturally, there is a reason for this, and that is what the crowd often talks about...

He is Xuesang's pet, or a pet, a plaything! !

However, all of this has long since lost any feeling to him at this moment.During these long five years, he has gradually gotten used to this kind of life, struggling in the abyss of despair, constantly igniting hope in his heart, then extinguishing it, and then igniting it again... until there was no spark at the end the...

Occasionally, he still thinks of Musley. In the past, he also expected that one day, Musley would lead the humans into this zombie land, and then rescue them all... But now, he no longer has such thoughts Now, if Musley is really still alive, then live a good life, as if he had already died, and he never came back that night when they escaped together...

Licutus stood on the high platform of the castle, which was at a height overlooking all living beings. However, apart from being dilapidated, there were overgrown weeds.

The body was surrounded by a cold body, and then hooped into that hard embrace.

"Still thinking about leaving?" A deep voice sounded above his head...

Leaning your head in that embrace obediently, this is a pleasing action, or it is a habit that you have cultivated in the past five years.

The human heart is fragile and always needs to be relied on. Even if there is still no support in the heart, at least the body is safe...

"No!" He replied lightly, shaking his head.

At this moment, besides his curiosity about that dusty history, he only has doubts about this zombie... It was the doubts back then, but he never asked, and it was the history that was hidden by Molinde back then. It's just that so far... It's not so much keeping the promise, or perhaps not having the courage to explore...