Little Zombie's Apocalypse Survival Manual

October 8, the first year of zombies

rainy weather

The clouds were thick and the rain was pouring.

Such weather is naturally not suitable for going out to find materials for swings, but it reminds me of another thing.

"By the way, you haven't told me what's going on with that black rain." I sat on the coffin lid of the zombie, gnawing on a tomato, and asked, "It's agreed to tell me the truth, you You can't play tricks."

"Don't talk while eating, the tomato juice is almost dripping onto my coffin." The zombie said with some distress, "It's an antique anyway, can't you cherish it a little bit?"

╮(╯▽╰)╭The guy who repairs antiques is a professional!I remember their ancestral teachings but even in the face of a pile of scum, they can still restore it to its original appearance.Could it be that after hundreds of years, the craftsmanship is so rusty that even the stains on the coffin can't be treated?

However, even though I thought so in my heart, I still obediently closed my mouth and concentrated on eating the tomatoes, being careful not to let the juice drip on the coffin.

After eating the tomatoes, I licked my fingers and asked, "Now can you tell me about Hei Yu?"

"Why are you so sure that what I know is the truth." Zombie's tone sounded a little helpless, "What if I fool you?"

"Then you must have a reason." I said with a smile, "In short, I'm addicted to it. I believe everything you say."

This is really not a joke. After all, when I was most helpless, the zombie was always by my side. If I can't even trust him, who can I trust?What's more, he won't get any benefit by lying to me.

"Then if I say that the rain was blackened by evil spirits, would you believe me?" the zombie asked again.

"I believe." I replied without hesitation, "but... what is evil spirit?"

"Believe me if you don't even know what evil spirit is? Silly Baitian... You must have been deceived a lot since you were a child." Although the old corpse was complaining, there was a hint of a smile in his eyes.

(*￣▽￣*) Zombie is really happy for my trust in him!

Say I'm stupid, but in fact he is. He was coaxed into a good mood with just a few good words, and happily started telling me about evil spirits.

"After all, I'm not a cultivator, but I've seen a lot of Taoist priests, so I know something about it." The zombie said, "Suffocating air is simple, it means that the living will get sick if it touches it, and the dead will cheat if it touches it. .”

I imagined a group of Taoist priests in yellow robes dancing in front of the tomb of the zombie, and the zombie sat on the other side of the door enjoying the performance with relish, and somehow wanted to laugh.

In fact, according to what Zombie said, he is not afraid of many things, only peach trees.But those Taoists who came to surrender him were as promised, and they were very well equipped. Some of them could not even be named, but none of them had a mahogany sword. Therefore, although he has been surrendered many times, he is still alive and kicking.

"Hahahahahaha, by the way, how did you cooperate with their performance, tell me about it, and make me happy." I laughed.

To be honest, if it weren't for the fact that there are so few zombies, I guess I would be crying now.

"I think you are quite happy now." Zombie looked at me and said, "Aren't you afraid that you will burst your stomach if you laugh again?"

"Laughing, you can sew it on for me, anyway, you are so skillful." I said, "It must be cool to have stitches on your body to look like Frankenstein!"

"Cool?" Zombie was taken aback, as if it was the first time he heard this adjective.

"It just means handsome." I explained.

"Are you handsome with stitches on your body?" Zombie shook his head, "I don't understand your aesthetics."

︿(￣︶￣)︿This is the generation gap, the old don’t understand the fashion of the young.

"Don't try to interrupt, just tell me how you cooperated at the beginning?" I said, "Or you can perform on the spot."

"This... depends on what kind of magic weapon it is. If it's a spell or something, just struggle a few times before lying down on the ground; if it's a corpse rope, let them tie it up obediently." The old zombie said, "There is no fixed routine. It mainly depends on what effect the other party wants.”

"Then what if the opponent is holding a mahogany sword?" I asked curiously.

"People with peach wood swords usually don't get here." The zombie said, "Don't forget, I used to be the mountain god here... I didn't ask them anything else, only one, people with peach wood products are not allowed near."

"And then?" I asked.

Usually such words are followed by a sentence of "if not", followed by a series of terrible things.

But the zombie obviously misunderstood what I meant, he was stunned for a moment, and said: "Then no one with a mahogany sword approached...Maybe it was confiscated by the villagers in the village?"

For some reason, I suddenly felt that Zombie, the mountain god, seemed to be quite successful.

Wait, aren't we talking about "Black Rain"?How come I went a hundred thousand miles away from the topic...

"It's not that you have misled the topic yourself." The old zombie spread his hands and said helplessly, "Go on to talk about the evil spirit. According to my analysis, the rain last time contained strong evil spirit, that's why Appears black."

"Why isn't it air pollution?" I asked subconsciously, "Maybe the air is so dirty that the rain is blackened."

"If the air is really that dirty, there will be no living things in this world." The old zombie said.

I thought about it too, and nodded silently.

But back to the original question, if the evil spirit is really so powerful, once it touches it, it will cause plants to die and animals to get sick, then why can things grow in the ground now?

"Maybe it's because of exposure to the earth's air?" said the old zombie, "Actually, I don't know too well, but if someone accidentally hit the evil spirit, the old man in the family would let them walk in the yard more and sunbathe more." Sun, it will be fine in a few days."

As a new socialist young man with red seedlings, I have never believed in these monsters and ghosts, even if I look at them occasionally, I just look at them for fun.

If someone told me that in the past, I would definitely think he was sick.But now these words are spoken from the mouth of the zombie, although he is not sure, but I somehow feel that the credibility is very high.

After all, this guy has hundreds of years more life experience than me...

"However, although the things grow, and there is no problem for a while after eating them, there must be a problem if they are not exposed to the sun all year round." The zombie said, "Maybe it will slowly make them weak, and it may cause Some other influence."

I suddenly thought of the fraudulent corpse that Zombie said earlier.

Maybe my gene mutation and becoming a zombie is due to evil spirit?

The zombie said he didn't know, after all he had never seen other zombie creatures except me and Xiaosang.

"But evil spirits should be good for corpses." The old zombie said, "In the past, whether it was a Taoist priest or a tomb robber, they had to perform a decent ritual to remove evil spirits when they came, although I didn't feel anything. ...Maybe evil spirit and corpse spirit are born together?"

"Hmm..." I nodded thoughtfully.

Assuming that everything the zombie said is true, the only problem now is that it is not known whether it is the evil spirit or the zombies that came first.

If the zombies were produced because of evil spirits, where did the evil spirits come from?

If the evil spirit is derived from too many corpses, then why do everyone collectively turn into zombies?

This is a question worth thinking about...

"Why do you want to get to the bottom of this matter?" Zombie was a little confused, "Can you change anything if you know the truth?"

Nothing can change QAQ but I really want to know why I became a zombie, I have to die to understand, right?

However, this matter is not something that can be figured out in a short while. The more important thing now is to help the zombie find the dead rope that he did not know where he threw it.

"It's not helping me, it's helping you." The old zombie said, "This is your wish, and according to the division of labor yesterday, collecting materials for making swings is also your job."

"Okay, I know you're helping me." I muttered softly, "Thank you."

"You don't need to thank me, we have such a good relationship after all." Zombie took a look at me and said with a light smile.

(▔皮▔) Since there is no need to say thank you, what did he mean by that just now? !Induced me to say thank you, made it strange, and then pretended to be generous and said no thanks...

"Whether to say thank you is your courtesy, and whether to accept it is my demeanor." The zombie said, "The two must not be confused."

All right, all right, he is the most polite_ Taoist priests and tomb robbers came to the tomb and rushed to cooperate with them...

"By the way, what does your bundle look like?" I looked at the corpse's messy funeral objects and asked.

"It looks like a rope." The zombie said.

Of course I know what the rope looks like!But there are so many things in this place, and finding them aimlessly is no less difficult than finding a needle in a haystack.

"How thick, how long, what color?" I asked.

The zombie stood there and thought for a while, then shook his head and said, "Forgot. Although that thing doesn't have any effect on me, but after all, it was brought down by someone else, so it's inevitable that I feel a little grudge... Think about it, if What would you do if someone gave you a gift you didn’t like? Of course it’s the bottom of the box.”

"If you didn't like it so much, why didn't you throw it outside?" I asked.

"If I threw it outside, wouldn't you have to twist the rope yourself if you want to make a swing?" The zombie asked back.

That's true, but what does it have to do with what I just asked him?Did he know I was coming all that long ago?

Zombie smiled, straightened his back, and said proudly: "Do you know where the word "profound" came from? It was saved! Maybe it was useless at the time, but I kept it for emergencies There is no harm in needing, what if it is used someday?"

I always feel that something is not right, but after thinking about it, it seems that there is nothing wrong.

Zombie... really knows how to run a house...