To explain briefly, regarding the zombie incident, this is a true story, so don’t ask why we didn’t save the kid. Manpower is sometimes exhausted, and not everything can go as we wish, and we can’t save whoever we want.
That person was indeed not saved at that time, and he was indeed dead. This is the reality. I can adapt the story, but if a person is dead, he is dead, and I cannot write a life for him.
After the zombie incident passed, I felt nauseous when I saw meat for a while, especially the stuff with smoked sauce. When I saw the mushy stuff, it reminded me of the scene when I burned the zombies, and the smell...
In order to reduce my wandering thoughts, I continued to write novels.
The novel was written very slowly at that time. It could be said to be a tortuous development. At that time, I wrote more than 20 chapters. I deleted, deleted, and revised almost 40,000 words. It took me more than three months.
So you see, am I already very efficient now?
But now if you want to read it, you can only search it on Baidu. In the past few years, due to special reasons, many supernatural novels have disappeared, and that one has also disappeared, so the original version can no longer be found.
It’s worth mentioning that in that book, I didn’t know how I thought about it, but I gave the protagonist the identity of a nine-tailed fire fox in his previous life, and he was the only nine-tailed fire fox in the world, which is awesome.
I didn't figure this out until years later...
Not to mention this, we will talk about it later.
Almost a week after the zombie incident, Uncle Ma came back from outside that day and told me some good news.
The construction of the house we are demolishing is finally about to begin, and the construction workers have already entered the site.
This good news came so suddenly. If it hadn't come, I would have almost forgotten about it.
How long has it been since we all moved out? How long?
Even I can't remember that the construction started just now.
This efficiency really makes me have to complain about it.
So I rubbed my hands and asked Uncle Ma, if this is the case, I will get the store house soon?
Uncle Ma slapped me and glared at me.
"That's my sales room!"
I chuckled: "Why are we so clear about our differences? What's mine is yours, and what's yours is mine."
Uncle Ma said: "God, what's yours is mine. What do you have?"
This sentence touched my heart. When I thought about it, Uncle Ma was right. What do I have?
Now I only have two shoulders to hold my head, plus one mouth to eat, and two noses to breathe out. The house I live in is rented by Uncle Ma.
There is no roof over your head, and no place to stand under your feet.
Not even an object.
Damn it, when you say that, I feel miserable...
But compared to Uncle Ma, I was still thick-skinned. I said seriously: "Master, although I don't have anything, I have a master who is just like my biological father. I have whatever my master has. What my master has is mine." , and if I become a successful person in the future, my master will have whatever I have, and I promise that as long as you don’t find your long-lost son, I will provide for you until you die, and serve you until you die."
Uncle Ma scratched his head and looked at me: "Are your words nice or ironic? It sounds awkward to me. Are you hoping that I will die soon so that you can inherit my store house?"
I shook my head repeatedly: "How is that possible? How can a mere store house be worth the deep relationship between the two of us? If nothing else, just give me those eighteen rampant soldiers, which ordinary people can't give to me, so What’s a store room?”
Before I could finish speaking, Uncle Ma slapped his thigh: "By the way, do you want to use those eighteen rampant soldiers? If not, give them back to me."
I gave up on the spot: "Hey, hey, why did you bring this back to ask for it? Didn't you say you gave it to me at the time?"
Uncle Ma said: "I give it to you, but you don't use it. Isn't that a waste?"
I said, "Who says I don't have to use it? I'm reluctant to let it go. If it gets hurt, it's all your hard work."
Uncle Ma said: "Then you should use it. If you don't need it, just keep it for me. This thing is like a weapon. It will get rusty if it is not used for a long time. You have to use it often to use it."
To be honest, what Uncle Ma said is true, but I haven't had much to do recently. My fairy family has ignored me, and Zhuang Yuwei is also quiet. I can't just sit around and lead eighteen gangsters to the street in the middle of the night. Are you going to find someone to fight with?
So that afternoon, I found some time to go to Sanqing Fan, intending to meet Zhuang Yuwei and see what those eighteen big idiots were doing.
Entering that illusion again, everything is still the same as before, there is not much difference.
It's just that in front of Zhuang Yuwei's hut, there is an extra swing on the grass, with tree trunks as the frame, wisteria as the rope, and green grass decoration, which looks very beautiful.
But there was no one on the swing, so I walked over and wanted to touch it, when suddenly I heard cheers from the front.
When I looked up, I saw eighteen big fools fishing on the far bank of the river.
Zhuang Yuwei and Hang Yuanyuan were also there. It looked like they had caught some big fish and were enjoying themselves there.
I couldn't help but smile, and ran over with a slight thought in my mind.
When I got to the river, I saw that I had really caught a big fish, more than two feet long, and it was so lively that Hang Yuanyuan couldn't hold it in her arms and couldn't help but giggle.
Looking at Zhuang Yuwei again, she is dressed in white and looks like a fairy, with almost no ghostly aura about her body.
It seems that she has been practicing well in Sanqing Fan these days.
There were also those eighteen rampant soldiers, who were not wearing armor. They were all in casual clothes. They looked at Hang Yuanyuan holding the big fish, with kind smiles on their faces.
I couldn't help but laugh and said: "You guys are really good at playing, can you even fish?"
Hang Yuanyuan was the first to turn around, saw it was me, and said with a smile: "Oh, we just said that it would be great if Brother Fan was here and he could fish with us, and you came right after we said that."
I smiled and said, "Isn't this the power of inspiration? I also suddenly wanted to come and see you. By the way, are you living a good life these days?"
What I said next was to the Eighteen Rampant Soldiers. They didn't have much intelligence to begin with, but when they saw me asking questions, they just laughed silly as they touched their heads.
I thought to myself, this is really bad. The originally vicious and vicious eighteen soldiers, staying in the Sanqing Fan, seemed to be about to turn into Teletubbies...
Zhuang Yuwei also smiled and said, "Why are you free to come in today? You haven't been busy lately?"
I looked at my fiancée from my previous life and said with a smile, "I'm thinking about you. I haven't heard from you for a long time, and you didn't go out to see me."
Zhuang Yuwei said: "You have nothing important to do. Why should I go out? Besides, you gave me a lot of money and a house a few days ago. I have to decorate it."
This is true. During the Qingming Festival, I burned a lot of gold ingots for Zhuang Yuwei alone, and I also had a big house.
When she mentioned the house, I asked her, where is the house?
Zhuang Yuwei pointed down the hillside and said, isn't that it?
I looked up and saw that there was indeed a three-story building at the foot of the hillside. It was very spacious, and there was a car parked in front...
Zhuang Yuwei told me that she had no use for this house and had given it to the Eighteen Rams. As well as the car, they would drive it with Hang Yuanyuan while racing...
