Chapter 54: Zombies on

Chapter 54: Zombies (Part 1)

Whether it is sad or not, the old friends before the Spring Festival have come back. Some are dressed in flowers, and some are embarrassed, but the friendship in those years will not be forgotten no matter what.

Wang Feng is very righteous. He came to me as soon as he came back. After he came to me, he insisted on inviting me to drink. These days, I basically drink until midnight, and sleep hard during the day. Life goes by quickly.

I remember that on the night of the sixth day of the first lunar month, several friends and I couldn't tell the difference between the southeast and the northwest. It was late at night, and we were walking home. While chatting, a bright light flashed, and then the deafening thunder sounded.

The originally silent mountain village began to boil, and the dogs and chickens were so noisy that the lights were turned on. It seemed that they were scared. Everyone around me was shocked and couldn't speak for a long time. After a long time, a friend said, "Damn it. Whose gas bottle exploded?"

At that time, everyone was already drunk. After the Spring Festival, it was spring. There was nothing strange about the occasional sound of spring thunder. Everyone went home without much thought. Anyway, it was none of their business. Even if the sky fell, there was Yao Ming.

When I got home, I was so dizzy that I had forgotten about the 80-year disaster. I just thought it was spring thunder, so I fell asleep without thinking much.

The next day, I didn't wake up until noon. I just walked to the kitchen to have lunch, but my mother took my hand and said to me seriously, "What time did you come back yesterday? Don't go out tonight."

After hearing my mother's words, I vaguely felt that something seemed to have happened. During the Spring Festival, my mother didn't care what time I came back or where I went to fool around at night, but what happened today? I asked, "Why don't people go out during the Spring Festival?"

My mother said, "If you don't tell you not to go out, don't go out. Now I don't know what's coming in the village. Last night, the old bald pigs were bitten to death. The whole village's dogs were covered with blood, and several died. Some people said that there were tigers."

"What? A tiger? Has anyone been bitten to death?" I asked.

The mother said, "There are no people. The men in the village went to the mountain this morning, and your father has gone. Why don't you come back now?"

My mother is worried about my father's safety. I said, "It's okay. You just worry about it. There are so many people. It's okay. Maybe they are on their way back."

At this time, Dad called back and said that he would come back for dinner later and asked us to eat first. My mother and father said a lot of words before they hung up. It was probably to ask my father not to be forced to go far away when he had something to do.

When eating, I was thinking that I had never heard of tigers since I was a child, and I had never heard of the old man say it. Moreover, there are two hunters in the village. There are not 20 dogs and 18 dogs of the two hunters. In addition, there are at least 30 local dogs in the village. Even if the tiger is besieged by 30 dogs, it is estimated that it is difficult. Do you retreat all over?

I remember what the White Beard Old Tree Fairy said about the Eighty Years of Disaster. Is this it? If it's really a beast, I will burn the old tree fairy's hair out of gravity. How can I beat the tiger if the "face rolling stick" mouse he gave can't be killed?

After dinner, I sneaked out quietly. I went to see how the old bald pig bit to death. This old bald head is an old man in our village, like his nickname. Both sons are very rich, but the old man just can't afford to farm and raise pigs. The old bald man is very popular in the village. He usually laughs and likes to joke. As long as it's a joke, he won't be angry.

It was time for me to meet my father when I walked to the entrance of the village. When my father saw me and asked, "Where are you going?"

I said, "I didn't go anywhere, just walk for a while and then go back."

The father said, "What are you going to?" Don't go out if the village is not peaceful now. Come home with me.

I asked, "You haven't killed the tiger yet?"

My father said, "It's not a tiger. I don't know what it is this time. Don't go out. The bald pigs have been bitten to death. Even the dogs are running around the mountain like crazy."

It seems that my father thinks that it is not a beast like me. I quickly said, "I'll go to my friend's house to get something and come back in a while. You go back to dinner first."

The father said, "Come back quickly, don't go to the side of the mountain, and don't leave the village."

After I nodded, my father walked home. It seemed that he was very hungry. I continued to walk towards the entrance of the village. Along the way, I saw that the dogs in the village were almost injured and drooping their tails listlessly.

When I arrived at the old bald's house, I found that his dead pig had not had time to be buried, so I threw it on the open space next to the house. I knew that the old bald head was wondering whether to take the meat home to eat.

When I walked to the pig, I saw the pig's miserable appearance. It was really miserable. There was no good skin on the head. The bitten flesh and blood were blurred, the stomach was cut open, and the intestines flowed all over the ground. Some intestines had been poked, and the intestines exposed outside were covered with dirt. Not to mention how disgusting it was, coupled with the fishy smell. I almost threw up the overnight meal.

I can't stand this smell. When I was about to retreat, I found some clues, and I found a lot of small wounds. These small wounds are bitten and do not seem to be bitten by animals, because animals that dare to bite pigs can't be as small as their mouths.

I looked at it and felt that the size of these wounds was about the size of a person's mouth. Originally, I didn't believe it, but I measured it with my hand and was surprised to find that it was about the size of my mouth. Damn, this is a human bite. Which pervert did a good thing?

I also found one thing. The old bald head appeared when I was whispering. The old guy stood silently behind me. When I found it, it was already late. The old man smiled and leaned back and said to me, "Kid stole my pork to eat. Is it delicious?"

I know he is joking again. I know him, and he also knows me. I also said to him with a smile, "Haha, bald head, now you have meat to eat. Your relatives should have more than 200 catties, right? It's enough for you to eat for a month.

The old bald head smiled and said, "Isn't it more than 200 catties? I've fed it for more than five months. I thought about killing someone to buy a dress for a while, but now there's nothing left. What are you little kid running here to see?"

I can't tell him about the eighty-year disaster, lest he compare my IQ with the one lying on the ground. I can only lie to him and say, "I studied animals in college. Let me see what your relatives were bitten to death."

When the old bald head saw that I was a cultural person, his attitude towards me immediately changed. He gave me a cigarette and asked, "Then do you see what bitten to death?"

I thought about it. How can I see it? I said that the old bald head can't accept it. I can only tell that lie. I said, "Of course, I can see that the 'Tamen Phoenix Tiger' that bites your relatives to death is a very fierce tiger."

I went to his uncle's "Tamen Bi Niss Tiger". I haven't seen a tiger so far. How do I know this high-end product? In fact, what I want to say is, "They lied to you as a tiger."

But a simple farmer couldn't hear my voice. Seeing that I said my name but didn't know it, he could only continue to ask, "It's a tiger. I also think it's a tiger. You're so accurate. Can this meat still be eaten?

I knew that the old bald man was reluctant to lose this meat. You can't eat it until the murderer is found out. Besides, the old bald man is rich, and it's not that he hasn't eaten meat. I continued to lie and said, "You can't eat it. You can't eat it. There are bacteria in the mouth, that is, an infectious disease. If you can't eat it, you will get sick if you eat it."

The old bald head must feel sorry. He said, "It's a pity. Then I'll bury it in a while."

Seeing that this lie has been told, I should change the next topic. I asked the old bald man, " By the way, bald head, don't you even know that your pig has been bitten to death?"

The old bald head seemed to think of something terrible and said to me with a complicated expression, "Who said I don't know? That night, the pig barked, the dog barked and the tiger barked. I didn't dare to go out. I had to stay at home and be anxious. Don't mention how uncomfortable it is."

I know how important a pig is to a farmer. I comforted him, "It's okay to be bald. Let's raise it in the future. The tiger didn't eat your pig until it. Why don't you live until now?"

The old bald man seemed to agree with him, and he nodded. When I saw that there was nothing to do, I went home. On the way, I was wondering who would bite the pig, and even injured more than 30 of them, and even killed them.

I don't think it's possible to say it's a ghost, because ghosts can't bite pigs. It's good to bite people. Suddenly, I remembered Uncle Ying's movie I saw in those years. I thought it might be a zombie. Because zombies are very likely.

(I'm really sorry for the power outage today. The night owl used the laptop's own battery to code a chapter, and then updated it with the mobile phone hotspot. There's really nothing I can do today. Please forgive me, the night owl will make it up tomorrow.)