Zombies are self-improvement

The village chief arranged Liu Wanlin and others in a house at the other end of the village. He opened the doors and windows familiarly, and the room was brightly lit.

"You can live in the house freely, and use things freely? But..." He pointed with his thin fingers to a closed room beside the main room, and said, "Don't enter the room over there."

Liu Wanlin and the others did not express their intention to stay here overnight, but the old man seemed to understand their intention: "You like to find out about the things in the village. If someone dies, don't blame me."

Sheng Yuan said: "Thank you fellow."

The old man waved his hand: "There's nothing to thank, it's all life." After speaking, he pointed to Yuan Yuandao, signaling him to come over.

Yuan Yuandao followed him out the door, leaving Sheng Yuan and the others staring wide-eyed.

What's going on here?

Xu An clapped his hands and said with a lively atmosphere: "Brothers, welcome to Zombie Village!"

Zhu Wei was a little excited, and rarely asked: "When can I fight zombies?"

"All day? I know how to fight? Fight? Kill, use your brains, we are here? Search and rescue! Search and rescue!" Sheng Yuan emphasized as if he hated iron but then asked, "Then when we fight? Zombies What should we do if we meet villagers who have been infected but are still conscious?"

Seeing that Liu Wanlin was silent, Sheng Yuan turned his questioning gaze to Xu An again.

Xu An said: "Hide if you can, and deal with the corpse after it turns into a corpse... Pay attention to safety."

The village chief stood under the tree and took a puff of cigarette: "What kind of thing are you?"

Yuan Yuandao's heart skipped a beat, but his expression was calm, and he asked, "What is it?"

The village chief took a look at him, and knocked the cigarette stick on the tree: "Zombie."

You know he is a zombie and you call it out alone? Talk, fellow, you are crazy.

Yuan Yuandao nodded, thinking that it's really not easy to keep some secrets by himself, and people will see through them every now and then.

The fellow looked at him and nodded: "You are different from them."

When Yuan Yuandao heard "they", he thought to himself, sure enough, there are still zombies in this village.

However, this fellow is quite quiet, and the search and rescue mission may not be very simple.

"them?"

The village head stuffed the cigarette stick into his clothes at the back of his neck, and walked towards the village with trembling hands behind his back.

Yuan Yuandao doubtfully followed behind.

The two arrived at the fence one after the other, and the village head called out in a dialect, which was vaguely a personal name.

An old man in rough clothes walked over stiffly.

Yuan Yuandao watched in disbelief as the old man untied a bunch of finger-thick ropes from his waist, and went out to tie up the old woman.

The old woman is a zombie, that's obvious.But this feeding state...

The bundling work was carried out successfully.The old man is slow, and the old woman is even slower.After the old man tied up the old woman, he took a clean handkerchief from his pocket and stuffed the old woman's mouth, and then gently stroked the hair from the old woman's ear to the back of her ear.

A different kind of warmth spread.

Yuan Yuan said: "Aren't you afraid that she will bite you?"

The village head pulled the rope and walked forward, and the old woman was forced to follow into the village.

The two old men are very short in stature, and they are like two old cows who depend on each other in the sun. The green shadows are shimmering, and the years are quiet, as if they have become an independent world? A world that belongs only to them.

No? Zombies, no? Unrest, only? They each other.

The village chief turned around and said, "Do you want to live in a separate house?"

Yuan Yuandao came back to his senses and shook his head.

"What did he tell you?"

Yuan Yuandao leaned against the wall, looked at Liu Wanlin who was squatting aside and shook his head: "It's nothing, brother Wanlin..."

Liu Wanlin looked at him: "Huh?"

Xu An came over at this moment and said, "What are you guys doing here?"

Yuan Yuandao: "We are talking about that uncle."

"Master? What's there to say? How about worrying about what to eat today?"

Just now a few of them old men went into the house and searched and found that there was nothing missing. The daily necessities, rice, oil, salt, green and non-polluting vegetables were all good, but the same.

"Cook." Xu Anru said.

He and Zhu are pure force output, never cook or anything? Never done.

Qin Jiang seems to have a good family background, so naturally he doesn't have such a thing as cooking skills.

As for Sheng Yuan's foodie, he only lighted up a skill of going up the mountain to forage. After searching for a while, he found all kinds of plants, not to mention a single variety.

skinny monk...

Not to mention.

Xu An blinked at the stars and said to Yuan Yuan: "Sister-in-law..."

Shock!Why does Captain Xu force innocent zombies to be cooks? !Is this a distortion of human nature or a moral depravity...

Yuan Yuandao waved away the bosom friend body in his mind and nodded.

Xu An let out a long breath as if he had been redeemed in an instant.

Yuan Yuandao suspected that in his eyes, there was a halo on his head, and the two wings fluttered behind his back...

This is too easy to feed, right?

"Xu An, aren't you hungry? I..." The skinny monk came over with a bowl of porridge, but he remembered that he had to carry it, so he changed his words again, "The poor monk's porridge is ready, come here. Eat! Come? Eat!"

Xu An declined and said: "No need, no need, Master, eat it yourself first, this porridge is so good..."

The skinny monk approached: "If it tastes delicious, eat more~"

"No! No!" Xu An hid behind Liu Wanlin and Yuan Yuandao, as if he had seen a ghost.

Yuan Yuan couldn't keep watching, so he stretched out his hand to take the porridge from the skinny monk. The glutinous white porridge was served in a blue and white porcelain bowl, which made people move their index fingers when they saw it.

"What are you doing? Doesn't this look good?"

The thin monk nodded wildly aggrieved.

Xu An revealed the truth: "Porridge is fine, but this bald donkey still serves..."

Yuan Yuandao understood in seconds, and disapprovingly took a look at the thin monk. No one would be interested in boiled whites, radishes and vegetables.

Liu Wanlin pushed aside the two second-handers, and followed Yuan Yuandao into the kitchen.

"Can it be done?"

Yuan Yuandao rolled up his sleeves and said without looking back, "I'll do it, you come and taste it."

Xu An leaned not far away, stopping the rash skinny monk, who was holding a bowl of boiled Chinese cabbage in his hand, and was about to compete with Yuan Yuandao.

"Why are you joining in the fun?"

The skinny monk stretched his neck to look at it, and saw that Yuan Yuandao was holding a chopstick of food to Liu Wanlin's mouth, and asked something with a smile.

Liu Wanlin nodded, the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

The skinny monk looked away resentfully, smelled the scent wafting from the kitchen at the tip of his nose, looked again at the faintly scented white cabbage in his hand, squatted down in a corner and drew circles went.

Everyone set up a table under the tree in the yard, put the dishes cooked by Yuan Yuandao on the table, and sat down one by one.

Yuan Yuandao ate a lot of chopsticks and left the table with the excuse that he couldn't eat anymore. Sheng Yuan was about to stop him. See? His face was pale?, so he didn't speak.

The skinny monk said: "Go, go."

Liu Wanlin was about to get up, but Yuan Yuandao held him down and said, "Eat first, I'll go out for a stroll."

Enduring the discomfort, Yuan Yuandao went into the kitchen, took the prepared basket and went out.

In the same shed, the old yellow dog was tied outside the door, with its tail between its legs and its ears drooping.

The village head held a bowl of noodles in his hand and was squatting behind the door to eat. Seeing Yuan Yuan coming all the way, he raised his eyelids and pointed to the bamboo stool beside him: "Sit."

Yuan Yuandao put down the basket, took out the food inside, and the aroma immediately overflowed.

The old man didn't refuse, and took it silently. He ate it: "It's very fragrant."

Yuanyuan took a look at the shed, the door of the shed was tightly closed, but he knew that the tied up old lady was locked inside.

"Hehehehe..." The old lady felt Yuan Yuandao and kept twisting and turning.

In fact, listen carefully. In the whole village, there are still several voices mixed together.

cluck cluck...

Fresh flesh makes them excited.

"... How long has the uncle been like this?" Yuan Yuandao still opened his mouth.

He really didn't understand. It was not so easy for him to be a zombie raising his uncle's little spirit. How did the uncle do it when they were able to communicate?

The village chief's chewing movements faltered, and he said, "A few months ago, an injured young man entered the village and bit someone... Then? We..."

As he spoke, he wiped his face with cracked hands, got up and sent the dishes and chopsticks into the shed.

The door was opened, revealing the layout of the shed.

A table, a chair, and a bamboo bed inside the table, on which lay a heavily tied old lady.

The village chief closed the door and sat down beside Yuan Yuandao.

"Excuse me……"

The village head said: "Yes? What are you sorry for? Are you a college student?"

Yuan Yuandao nodded, thinking, can this be seen?

"University? Good job, easy to find a job..."

In fact, it is not, sir, now it is said that college students are everywhere, go away, catch a lot of them, and there are many examples of unemployment right after graduation.

But Yuan Yuandao didn't say anything, but just silently listened to the uncle's speech.

"My Gua Wazi goes to school? His grades are not good, and he doesn't stay in the village, he goes out to make a living, and now there is no letter..."

The old man looked at the blue sky, squinted his eyes and said: "After being bitten, I took the old woman to the city hospital. I took a taxi on the way. Want to bite us, let me see? No way, I hurriedly pushed the old woman out of the car..."

"It took half my life to flee back here, but I didn't expect that when I turned around, the old woman also changed, messed up..." He sighed, pulled out the pipe at his waist, lit it, and took a sip.

Smoke billows.

Yuan Yuandao: "In the past three months, my aunt has never eaten human flesh?" Yuan Yuandao is close to the shed, and his nose is filled with the smell of rotting zombies...

This smell is very familiar. In the research institute, the uncle Xiao Ling has this smell.

The village chief shook his head and took another sip: "The old woman is slow, and I can't kill someone to feed her..."

There was some silence between both of them.

After a long time, Yuan Yuan said, "Are we here? To rescue the villagers..."

He looked at the silent village chief and continued: "Or will the human villagers be taken to a safe area by us and live as before? Some army will protect them..."

"how about you?"

Yuan Yuandao was taken aback by this question, and he smiled and said, "I will protect you with the army, and I won't be needed anymore..."

"I'm probably dead already."

The village chief patted him on the shoulder and asked, "Are you going to save my son?"

"I will." Yuan Yuandao looked at the village head and said very seriously, "We will not give up on anyone."

Those who died innocently, just watch? I will definitely dig out the mastermind behind the scenes and end this endless nightmare!

——"Zombie Diary"

The author has something to say: Xu An: Hey, what shall we do tonight?sister-in-law~

The skinny monk brought a boiled radish: I...

Xu An: Shut up!

The little zombie started to roll up his sleeves and wear an apron, but was taken away by his brother Bing. Before leaving, he left a sentence: If you are not hungry to death, let him get used to it!

Seeing the opportunity, the skinny monk started to sell his boiled radish again, boasting that there is nothing in the sky and nothing in the earth. Turning around, Xu An had already left.

Skinny monk: Captain Xu, don’t you want to eat?

Xu An: Eat whatever you want, I’m full of dog food.

Seeing this, the thin monk stared at Zhu Wei and the others. Within a minute, there was no one at the table.

The skinny monk scratched his bald head: Can people eat dog food now?Amitabha.

Ah Shi: Happy Valentine's Day everyone!ヾ(????)?"

Skinny monk: When I was young, did you come to eat?

Ah Shi: ヘ(￣ω￣ヘ) Go away!