Zombies are self-improvement

This fucking monk, I'm a zombie and not a superman Spider-Man, save this shitty world! ! !

——"Zombie Diary"

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu..."

The woman covered her mouth with a big hand, her hair was disheveled, and tears overflowed from her eyes. She thought desperately: Who can save me... Forget it, let a group of zombies come, please...

For the first time in my life, I hoped for death so much.

"I said, Ah Bao, what's so good about this woman, what's it like to cry?"

The muscles on Ah Leopard's arms were tangled, and his bald head made him look even more vicious. He was wearing a vulgar leopard-print clothes, and he laughed: "This taste..."

Then he glanced at his companion provocatively, and said, "You two chair..."

Before he finished speaking, a flower of blood burst out from his bald head.

The accomplice watched Abao fall to the ground angrily, and calmed down instantly.

Suppressors, guns, he thought.One hand was about to touch the back, and there was a piercing pain, the hand that was about to touch the back trembled, and a string of blood drops fell.He looked around. He and Abao came out this time to collect some supplies, but Abao couldn't walk when he saw a woman, so he insisted on cutting her off halfway and taking her back to the base camp. He was cut off halfway.

Silence, like no one around.

But he knew it was just like it.

With his hand hurt, he couldn't resist anymore.The partner raised his hands, thought for a while, grabbed the neck of the woman who was about to crawl away, and said with a smile: "Brother, you are new here, right? My erhu here is well known as a good man, but this woman is really pretty... ..."

His original name was Hu Er, and Erhu took Erhu as his real name when his notoriety spread.

"...Let's leave it to my brother." Erhu pushed the woman forward, looked around vigilantly, and ran back when there was no movement.

A gust of wind swept by, and there was a "click". After a burst of severe pain, Erhu saw his right arm hanging limply by his side.

There was a fierce look on his face, but he tried his best to hide it when he raised his head. He smiled flatteringly, and when he saw the person who was holding him back, he couldn't help but make his smile more sincere: "Brother..."

The visitor has long legs, strong muscles in the arms, sword eyebrows and star eyes, the eyes seem to be washed in water, bright and energetic.

Liu Wanlin frowned, and took off his other hand with all his strength.

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah……"

"Brother...brother..." This time his eyes were honest.

Liu Wanlin said: "Ask someone."

The erhu nodded sharply, as if he knew everything without saying anything.

Seeing that no one noticed her, the woman began to crawl far away.

"Wait a minute."

The woman felt as if she had been struck by lightning, and she lay stiffly on the ground.

Come on, come on, this hellish end of the world!

A gun was handed to her.

Seeing that she hadn't responded yet, Liu Wanlin said, "Take your self-defense and go to City A."

The woman snatched it away, her lips trembling, tears streaming down for free: "Thank you, thank you..."

Erhu watched the woman run away like a rabbit, and was held to the neck with a knife.

"Yuan Yuandao, have you seen it?" Liu Wanlin put his knees on the back of the erhu, his hair grew almost to his eyebrows, and left from City A. He searched for more than a month along the road Yuan Yuandao would walk, but he didn't have any hair. Searching for the root, "a young man in his early twenties, a little shorter than me, quite handsome..."

Shorter than him?What is this description?handsome...

"No!" Erhu said firmly.

Liu Wanlin strained his knees, took out a cigarette and a lighter from his blood-stained trouser pocket, and made a "click".

Erhu thought he was pulling out the murder weapon, but the next second he smelled the cigarette and was a little greedy, swallowed, and said: "Brother... I really haven't seen such a young man, I am surrounded by frustrating ones..."

After smoking a cigarette, Liu Wanlin rubbed the lighter unconsciously in his palm, then slowly stood up, connected the Erhu's left arm, and without speaking, put his hand in his pocket, stretched out his finger and pointed at him.

"Don't die."

When the erhu got up from the ground, Liu Wanlin only had a back view, but it was pretty good with just such a back view.

Long legs, thin waist, tall and straight...

--hiss

The strike is also ruthless enough.

The erhu staggered around and walked away, holding his missing right hand with one hand.

"You came."

Min Jin, wearing a white coat, was flipping through the documents with his head down, but suddenly he didn't turn his head back.

The man took off his peaked cap: "How do you know it's me?"

Min Jin put the materials aside, and said with a smile, "As soon as you came in, I could smell the blood on your body."

The man was in a bad mood when he heard it. He lowered his head and sniffed himself. Although he couldn't smell anything, he still had a stinky face and said, "Since you don't want to smell it, stop it. Wasn't it bad before?"

Min Jin smiled lowly, grabbed his neck, and the two hugged each other, chest to chest, it couldn't be more comfortable.

"Hey, old man, I don't want to do this anymore, can't I just stop playing?"

Min Jin's 32nd birthday just passed in July. Because she stays indoors all year round and has fair skin, if she is in the eyes of people who don't know her, she will be 26.He was not angry when he heard it, but still smiled: "Okay, call Dad, and I will go with you."

The man pouted, looking helpless.

"why?"

"what why?"

"Why do you want to stop?"

Min Jin put the tip of his chin on the man's shoulder, felt the vigorous strength in this body, and took a deep breath. Although the child must have taken a bath before coming, he still felt a thin layer of blood.In fact, he still likes this kind of smell... No, no, he likes this man to shed blood for himself...

——Let Dad tell you what geniuses care more about?

Min Jin's pupils shrank suddenly, and the words that had been silent for countless times surfaced in his heart.

"Children, you can stop." Min Jin held the young man's face, without a smile on his face, and said seriously, "Humans are social animals, it's normal for you to have feelings for them. Stop now, don't come here again up.

"

He felt the young man's head buried in his neck shake, and couldn't help but smile slightly.

The sun shines through the window, and the shadows of the iron bars cast on them. Light and shadow build a special cage.The poison overflowed from his heart, and Min Jin touched the young man's furry head with one hand, and the black cat playing outside the window finally jumped and threw the slender butterfly under his paws.

Once upon a time, there was a monk who lived in the outskirts of the city since he was a child. He had an abbot and three brothers. Later, the abbot and the brothers all died in the backyard.And he, a skinny monk with no skills, actually wants to help the world?

So, here comes the question, who gave him the confidence, ba la la Xiao Moxian?

"what can you do?"

Yuan Yuandao didn't know where to start, so he pestered his skinny monk with his thoughts.

"Chanting scriptures..." The skinny monk seemed to think that it was too thin to only know this, and continued intermittently with "cleaning laundry and carrying water".

It seems that the suburbs are good.

Yuan Yuandao raised the corner of his mouth, and suddenly realized that he could still smile like this.He thought that after becoming a zombie, after these days, he should be almost adjusted.It turned out not to be, he was no longer that innocent college student who stood on the balcony and boasted to the strange girls in the neighborhood how good life is.

After all, he had died once.

The skinny monk looked at Yuan Yuandao's smile, and his heart was slowly hanging. This person actually has such a side, like a polite gentleman's mask cracked to reveal a malicious and playful smile.

very dangerous.

But just for a moment, Yuan Yuandao returned to his original harmless appearance.

"Outside is the end of the world..."

The skinny monk quickly replied, "I know!"

Yuan Yuandao looked at his stubborn eyes, and there was a low moan in his throat.

"Ahhhhhhhhh?!"

The skinny monk was thrown to the ground by two zombies, one big and one small. One big one was lying on top of him, with its teeth against his neck, and the other was holding his hand. It was about to open its mouth, but it seemed to pause. The keys generally stop there.

Death and pain are within reach.

This is indeed more convincing than any words.

You are not afraid in theory, but are you afraid in practice?Afraid, the next step is to shrink back.

"Can you control them?"

Yuan Yuandao opened his eyes and pushed away the thin monk's enlarged face.

The skinny monk said to himself: "That's fine, let's go together..."

"You go, I will never stop you..."

Yuan Yuandao glanced at the two zombies standing not far away. They were like two sculptures, still resting on the shoulders of birds, and only when they were trying to peck, they made "clack-clack" sounds , scaring them away.In fact, Yuan Yuandao didn't know whether his decision was right or not. If zombies don't eat human flesh, they will gradually weaken and begin to rot until they lose their ability to move and become a corpse, becoming a dead person in the true sense.

He glanced at the black spot on Xiaoling's neck, which even the silk scarf could not cover, his eyes darkened.

What is the correct answer?

The days in the temple are leisurely and long.The skinny monk eats three meals a day, boiled vegetables and rice, offering incense and chanting sutras with water, and chatting with Yuan Yuandao for a while if he has nothing to do.

He also knew that there was nothing he could do to help the world, and he was not blind enough to deliver food to the zombies by himself.In fact, Yuan Yuandao said that if he really wanted to feed the zombies, it would be better to feed the three beside the nest, which still contained Yuan Yuandao himself.

Only then did the skinny monk realize that in Yuan Yuandao's eyes, he was also a walking meat bun, and that's right, even if he was a little shabby, there would still be a few mouthfuls of meat!

Said Yuan Yuandao was bluffing him, and the look in his eyes didn't seem like a lie, but since he entered the temple, he hasn't shown any desire to eat people?

Whispering, the skinny monk pulled out a white and tender radish from the ground, took it to a nearby well, and washed it with water.

The eyes of the two zombies on the side were glued to him, as if solidified, they peeled off his skin and tore his bones...

In their eyes, he is just a thin white radish.

"What are you looking at?!" The skinny monk said with trembling in his heart, feeling uncomfortable all over.

The uncle howled softly.

Xiaoling: "Hehe."

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