Little Zombie's Apocalypse Survival Manual

October 8, the first year of zombies

cloudy weather

Bullfrogs croaked, announcing the approach of night.

Although it was getting dark, the wind continued to blow and whistle through the woods, and certain animals were still hypnotizing other creatures with their music.

But tranquility can never be complete and complete.

The most ferocious beasts have not calmed down, and are now hunting for prey.Today, for example, we are clearly prey.

"Zombie, tell me, the green things over there are fireflies, right?" I pointed to the light spots floating in the depths of the dark forest, and asked.

"It doesn't look like a firefly." The zombie hesitated for a moment, "The fireflies are one piece, not in pairs like this... It's a bit like the eyes of a beast."

QAQ is over, the body will be lost...

The zombie has been dead for hundreds of years, the meat must have expired long ago, those beasts may not risk eating him at the risk of being poisoned by the corpse.But I am different. Compared with him, it is still a fresh meat. If I am very hungry, I will eat me to satisfy my hunger.

Alas, who can predict the misfortunes and fortunes of the day and night?This is the corpse!

"Zombie, if I die, you must help me take good care of my wife." I held the hand of the zombie, and began to explain the funeral with a heavy heart, "My wife died in *** City *** On the shelf facing the door in the first room on the left hand side of Room 101, Building [-] Street, you’d better bring a basket or something, because the shelves are all my treasures.”

"The word wife...does it mean the same thing to me? Why is it on the shelf?" The old zombie looked confused, "Also, why are you telling me this?"

"If I can come home alive, I'll tell you why." I sighed.

The old zombie looked at the pair of eyes that were shining fiercely, then at me, and said, "Are you afraid of these things?"

What does TOT mean to be afraid of these things? !It's as if I shouldn't be afraid, obviously most people will be afraid when they encounter this kind of situation, right?

Recalling the pictures I saw in the animal world, and replacing the prey inside with myself... The more I thought about it, the more frightened I became, and my feet gradually lost feeling and I couldn't move a bit.

I fell into the state of lying dead again OTZ is really dead this time, there is no possibility of even struggling...

I stared at those eyes that were getting closer and closer, and gradually fell into despair.

Suddenly, I heard a sound of rubbing, and squinting, it turned out that it was a zombie rubbing hands.

What do you rub your hands in summer? !No, the enemy is almost in sight, why don't you run away?Don't wait to be wiped out by the group!

I was so anxious that I was about to shout, but the more I panicked, the more I couldn't speak. My tongue seemed to be on strike, and I could only make a sound similar to "ahhhh" from the depths of my throat.

Hmm... It seems to be quite similar to the sound effects for zombies in movies.

"It's okay, don't worry, it will be fine soon." The zombie said.

As he said that, a small blue flame suddenly floated in the palm of his hand, and when he moved forward a little, the flame floated towards those green eyes.

Those "green eyes" seemed to have never seen this battle before, and they were a little afraid, shrinking back and daring not to move forward.

The zombie took the opportunity to rub a few more small balls of fire.

Those small fire balls don't seem to have any real power, but they are extremely sticky. As long as they follow a pair of "green eyes", they will not leave easily. The more the opponent struggles and rolls to get rid of it, it sticks tighter.

Those "green eyes" didn't know what it was, and they didn't dare to act rashly. They retreated to the depths of the forest one after another, and the surroundings returned to calm.

Wow (⊙o⊙)!Although I know that the zombie is an ancient person, I never thought that he would make small fireballs!Thinking about it now, it would be pretty good for an ordinary ancient man to die for such a long time without turning his body into ashes. How could it be possible to regain his sanity and continue to walk around the world in such a strange state?

Maybe the zombie is the legendary cultivator!The kind of cultivator who flies all over the sky when they disagree with each other, and is so angry that Newton's coffin can hardly be suppressed!

The zombie seemed to be frightened by the heat in my eyes, and subconsciously took a small step back.

"Although I don't know what you're thinking, it's definitely not what you think." He said.

To explain is to cover up, and to cover up is the truth!I am witty and I have already seen through the truth of the matter ︿(￣︶￣)︿ Zombie, you just admit it!

October 8, the first year of zombies

cloudy weather

When I returned to my cave, I found that a visitor had already come and left his "card"-a ring made of willow bark and a wreath of ivy.

The wreath had withered a bit, apparently he had been here a few days ago.But who is this man?At first I suspected it was Xiaoguang, but after looking at the ring, I thought that brat was not so dexterous... Could it be Chen Fei?But if it was that guy, there would obviously be some more representative things left behind, such as counterfeit peach wood products or something.

I can't think of anyone else. I've been here for so long, and I haven't dealt with humans a few times in total, let alone being close enough to give gifts to each other.

Wait, give each other...

I glanced at the two tomato plants in the corner of the cave, and sure enough, there was not a single fruit on them, and they were completely bald...

QAQ thief!The thief who stole the tomatoes!

"It's okay. Tomatoes can grow again if they are bald. Besides, didn't I raise two plants here for you?" The old zombie comforted me, "Don't be so stingy."

This is not a matter of being stingy or not, it is a matter of principle!

"Are you a monk or not? If you say that you can make tomatoes grow exactly like they used to, then I won't be angry." I stared at him with shining eyes and asked.

Although judging from what he did with the fireball before, it should be the fire spirit root, but what if there is also a wood spirit root (☆_☆)?

"Your expression reminds me of the group of people who named me a mountain god... I am also curious, what did I do to make you have the illusion that I know magic." Zombie couldn't tell whether to laugh or cry, "If I really have this ability, the last time I accidentally killed your tomato, I would perform a live performance and bring it back to life. Why wait until now?"

"So you don't have wood spirit roots..." I felt a little regretful, "Forget it, fire spirit roots are also good."

"I don't have a spiritual root, and I'm not a monk." The zombie said helplessly, "The fire ball you saw before really didn't have any skills, and it came out after rubbing your hands. How about you try it yourself?"

╮(╯-╰)╭I tried it, but I couldn't even scratch a small spark.

"Show me another one." I said, "It must be a spell!"

"Really not." The zombie whispered.

He seemed to be powerless to refute, and resigned himself to performing a fire ball rubbing for me.

Since the tomb was very dark, the effect this time was much better than yesterday's in the woods. The small light blue fire ball was beating in his palm, looking like it was alive.

"It can burn without any fuel, amazing!" I said, "What is the principle?"

"I don't know." The zombie said.

"Then why is the fire blue?"

"do not know."

"Then why does this fire fly?"

"do not know."

"What's the name of this fire?"

"do not know."

╮(╯▽╰)╭ It's fine if you don't know the rest, as his signature stunt, he didn't even give Xiao Huotuan a cool name, which is a bit unreasonable.

"Shouldn't it be called Zombie Fire? Uh, it doesn't sound good enough... What about Netherfire?" I asked.

"The Netherfire doesn't sound very decent." The old zombie thought for a while and said, "Are there any other alternatives?"

(▔皮▔) What kind of decency do you want, isn’t it enough to be cool enough?Now the characters who are both good and evil are more popular!

"Oh, if you're not satisfied with this, let's call it 'green fire'." I said.

"Cleaning the fire? It's pretty good...then you have to think of a move called 'detoxification' for yourself?" Zombie laughed.

(⊙⊙) Sure enough, the aesthetics of the ancients is not quite the same as mine. They chose "Green Fire" instead of such a good name as "Nether Fire"?Also, why do I have to think of a move called "interpretation" for myself? Is there any relationship between the two?Did he think that I was "approaching science" and wanted me to help him discover the secret behind this little fireball?

However, thinking about it from another angle, I have been a translator for Zombie for so long, and I have popularized so many modern common vocabulary for him, so I really deserve the title of "interpretation".

Well, from today onwards our combination is called "Green Fire (Clear Fire) Interpretation (Detoxification)" (*￣▽￣*)

"It's really called 'clearing fire and detoxifying'? It's very good...it's very summery." The zombie muttered.

October 8, the first year of zombies

cloudy weather

I always feel like I forgot something important, but I can't remember what it is.Usually when I encounter this kind of situation, I will look through the diary of the previous few days and follow the recent events.

Zombie proposed to farm...to find farm tools...to find a pile of scrap metal...

Seeing this, I stopped.

That's right, I haven't dealt with that pile of scrap iron yet, I have to transform them into farm tools quickly, or I'll miss the time for planting!

This matter is very important, but it doesn't seem to be the one that I keep in mind, and I always feel that there is still something missing.

So, I continued to look down.

Then... Xiaosang... the jar...

earthen jar? !

That's right, I made a bet with the zombie before. After the jar is opened, if there are bones in it, it will belong to him, and if there are other things, it will belong to me.Now, I'm going to accept the award︿(￣︶￣)︿

As for why I am so sure that the things inside are not bones, the reason is very simple, this jar is buried by a zombie, he will not be so bored as to put bones into the jar and bury it.Uh, it should be... no?

"Of course I wouldn't do such a boring thing." The zombie said, "That tree is a plum tree, and the flower shape of plum blossoms is similar to that of peach blossoms, so I always thought it was a peach tree at first."

"How did you find out later?" I asked, "And what does this have to do with that jar?"

"Later, I heard a passerby talk about this tree by chance, saying that if you can bury altar wine under the tree and drink it after many years, the wine will have the aroma of plum blossoms." The zombie said, "Later I I went to try it, and found that the tree was really not a peach tree."

"So this jar is filled with wine?" I lifted the jar and shook it, and I heard the sound of water coming from it, "How many years ago, is this wine still drinkable?"

"As long as it's unopened, the longer the wine is buried, the more delicious it will be." The old zombie asked after a pause, "Do you want to taste it?"

Of course I want to drink this wine, after all it is my prize, but not now, I want to find a memorable moment to unseal it!

"Zombie, this is not an ordinary jar of wine, it is your lost youth." I hugged the jar and said to him.

"Huh?" As expected, it was the familiar dazed expression again.

Alas, the work of the interpretation officer is a long way to go ╮(╯▽╰)╭