The strong man breathed out again, wiped the sweat from his forehead and face with his hands, and then bent down to pick up the steel gun that fell on the ground.
After picking up the gun, he turned around and looked at the farmers watching the fun, with a hint of danger flashing in his eyes.
He was thinking about whether to kill these guys who saw his ugly appearance!
When those farmers saw his expression, how could they not know what he had in mind?
No one else needed to greet him, they all ran away in unison.
Looking at the farmers fleeing like birds and beasts, the strong man spat aside, then walked behind the haystack and lay down again, and rubbed the joints of his right index finger and palm with his hands.
He was tired from walking just now and wanted to rest here for a while. He could start again at any time.
But now, he had to wait until the swelling and pain in his index finger disappeared before he dared to go to Zhengjia Village.
Otherwise, even though the injury is not serious, it is very likely to affect your right hand. If you are unlucky and encounter the zombie, and your right hand suddenly loses strength, you will be in big trouble!
Don't die in the hands of that guy just now, and then die in the hands of that zombie because of this injury!
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Wang Yu led the old donkey and continued walking forward. After walking for about an hour, he could already see the village ahead.
Walking closer, almost to the entrance of the village, Wang Yu narrowed his eyes when looking at the scene in Zhengjia Village.
Unlike Hejiacun, where many people are enjoying themselves and squatting at the entrance of the village chatting, Zhengjiacun can be regarded as gloomy and gloomy.
Standing at his current position, looking in from the entrance of the village, not only was there no one at the entrance, but even inside the village, there were very few people walking around. Even if there were one or two people, they were in a hurry and disappeared after a while.
It seems that the zombie has caused so much harm to the people of Zhengjia Village that the villagers dare not go out in broad daylight.
Wang Yu shook his head, sighing in his heart, and was about to go into the village to have a look, but he pulled the reins and found that there was no pull.
Don't you want to move forward?
The last time this happened, he met a vixen and wanted to go home with her. Could there be any problem this time?
He turned to look at the old donkey, but found that he was overthinking.
The old donkey, who always had his head drooped, now held his head high and tossed his head to the side. Wang Yu looked confused and had no idea what it was doing.
He thought for a while, but still couldn't guess what the old donkey meant, so he simply loosened the reins in his hands, allowing the old donkey to move freely.
The old donkey, who lost his restraint, turned a little and walked slowly towards the right side of the village entrance.
Wang Yu raised his eyebrows, and now he probably understood that the old donkey wanted him to follow it, so he followed it.
The old donkey walked slowly to a small courtyard at the edge of the village with a slightly stiff pace, stepped up the steps skillfully, opened the ajar door with his head, and walked in on his own.
Wang Yu, who was following it, did not walk in immediately. Instead, he stood at the door and looked around the small courtyard.
This yard looks like it has been abandoned for a long time. Both the stone steps at the door and the fence of the yard are covered with thick moss.
However, due to the long-term drought and the lack of moisture from rain, these moss lost their moist luster and became dry, and the originally developed root system also lost its adhesion.
The old donkey's hooves stepped on the steps at the door a few times, trampling away several pieces of moss, exposing the stones underneath.
The door frame at the entrance to the courtyard was covered with spider webs stained with dust and small insect corpses. The top door frame even had a corner broken off and tilted due to the corrosion of time and termites.
The wooden door was also covered with dust and insect holes. It was even just bumped by an old donkey, and it was already crumbling in disrepair.
After looking around the perimeter of the yard, Wang Yu also raised his feet, walked up the moss-covered steps, and subconsciously reached out toward the wooden door, but he glanced at the wooden door, hesitated, and took his hand back.
He was really afraid that he might accidentally push down the broken door.
Walking into the yard, he looked around and found that there were all kinds of messy stones and wood of different sizes and thicknesses piled everywhere in the yard.
The stone is actually better, except for the fact that it has some moss growing on it like the steps, there is no other change.
Wood is different. After years of exposure to wind, sun, rain, and wind, it has become broken and rotten. There are basically not many good pieces of wood left.
Wang Yu turned his head and looked back and forth several times, but didn't see the old donkey who came in first, so he walked forward for a while and finally saw a wooden shed behind a pile of rocks. The old donkey was eating dead grass inside. .
Seeing the old donkey walking in the door, entering the shed, and then starting to eat, he looked very familiar with it. Wang Yu didn't know that this house with a yard was where the original Wang Li lived!
The old donkey is coming home!
Wang Yu stepped forward, took off the package, the spear and the bamboo hat from the old donkey's back, put them aside, and then walked towards the house.
As soon as he opened the door of the house, he subconsciously covered his mouth and nose with his hands, but strangely, the dusty and musty smell he expected did not appear.
Compared with the messy yard, although there are not many furnishings in the house, there is only one bed with quilts, a table, and a few chairs. It even feels poorer than the fox demon's house, but it is clean and tidy, as if someone has been Same as living here.
Is there a thief?
This was Wang Yu's first reaction. After all, the yard was so dirty and messy. How could the house be so clean? Unless someone cleans it!
But in an abandoned yard, except for the "thieves" staying here, who would have nothing to do to clean it?
But he didn't pay too much attention to it. After all, he was not someone a petty thief could mess with now!
Wang Yu still had to thank the thief. If it hadn't been for him, would he have been able to sleep on a clean and tidy bed?
He stretched and walked towards the bed, wanting to lie down and rest for a while.
However, he had only taken two steps when an orange thing swished out from under the bed, ran to his feet in the blink of an eye, and then moved towards his feet.
He didn't see clearly what it was, but he saw that the opponent was coming towards him. Wang Yu subconsciously wanted to kick it, but the moment he lowered his head and saw it, he forcefully lifted his raised foot again. Received it back.
This is a yellow and white orange cat. Its forehead is orange from its forehead up to its back, and then extends to its tail; its nose downwards, from its chin to its abdomen, is pure white.
It is said that "nine out of ten orange cats are fat, and one is too thin." But the orange cat in front of me is not only not as fat and strong as similar cats, but also not even comparable to other types of cats. It is only skinny. All that's left is the skin and bones.
Fortunately, the hair is relatively clean, there is no peculiar smell on the body, and there does not seem to be any disease.
It was leaning next to Wang Yu's feet, rubbing its head against his feet, and kept shouting "Hey, hey, hey", but its cry was very weak and weak. He looked like he had been hungry for a long time.
Wang Yu looked at the orange cat that kept rubbing his right foot, squatted down, and stretched out his right hand.
The orange cat immediately gave up his right foot, rubbed his hand with his head, and then leaned on his hand.
Wang Yu touched the furry cat head with his hand and pinched the cool cat ears.
The orange cat didn't resist and just let his hands touch her head.
Looking at the cat leaning against his feet, Wang Yu sighed.
If this cat is Wang Li's cat, it is the cat that Wang Li kept at home before leaving Zhengjiacun. According to the background story, Wang Li has been away from his hometown for seven years.
In other words, this cat has been waiting for him here for seven years!
It can also be seen from the size of this cat that no one pities it, sympathizes with it, or gives it food.
It lives a life of one meal after another, one meal after another, and there may even be days without food for several days.
But even so, it is still here waiting for its master to come back!
Faced with the owner who abandoned and forgotten him, it not only did not get angry or leave, but even the first time the owner came back, it came up to him and used his body to please the owner, as if to say: "Master, look at me, I'm good." Not good? I've been waiting at home for you to come back!"
When he thought of this, Wang Yu couldn't help but sigh again, sighing in his heart: How many seven years can a cat live?
