The screams in the middle of the night did not attract anyone's attention.
Zhao Feixin raised his neck, veins bulging out in pain.
Two centimeters away from his throat, a big mouth was blocked by a folding fan.
Song Heqing's voice sounded:
"This corpse brother, give me some face and spare his life."
The zombie was also very wary of Song Heqing's sudden appearance. He immediately released his claws and stepped back a few meters.
Zhao Feixin fell directly to the ground, covered her arms and shouted in pain:
"Oh, it hurts me so much..."
Facing the zombie's investigation, Song Heqing opened his mouth, exposed his fangs, released corpse energy, and revealed his identity.
The zombies on the opposite side also responded.
Probably conveying some meaning, he flew away.
Looking at the other party's leaving figure, Song Heqing retracted his teeth.
9527 is curious: "Host, how do you let it go?"
"Do you want me to fight it?"
"You can't beat him?"
"Of course I can defeat it, but it is the biggest BOSS besides me. If you kill it, Tiandao may replace it with a stronger one. I don't want to see that."
The zombie just now was the Millennium Flying Zombie.
The physical body can be said to be immortal.
It can fly, suck blood from the air, and perform some spells.
Although Song Heqing could defeat it, it would take a lot of effort and was not cost-effective.
Leave it to the protagonists to have a headache.
The top priority now is this stubborn species.
He knelt down and patted Zhao Feixin's face. Now his face was still clean:
"Get up, what are you pretending to be?"
Hearing his words, Zhao Feixin was so aggrieved that she burst into tears:
"pain……"
Look at the five bloody holes on both sides of his arms.
Song Heqing spoke in a relaxed tone, as simple as scratching the skin on the other side:
"It's okay, I can't die."
Hearing his indifferent tone, Zhao Feixin twisted her expression and looked at Song Heqing as if he was some kind of devil:
"you……"
Song Heqing spat out what he had just finished saying:
"You can't die, but there will be some sequelae, which is turning into a zombie."
"Ah!?" Zhao Feixin panicked.
"How is it? Do you want to be cured?"
He nodded like a telegraph machine: "Think about it..."
Song Heqing stood up:
"What did you just call me?"
Zhao Feixin tried to think back and answered carefully:
"elder brother?"
no response.
"Brother!" Still nothing.
Zhao Feixin collapsed, rushed forward, hugged his calf, and started howling:
"Ancestor, you are my ancestor, okay? Please, help me, I don't want to become a zombie, I'm still so young, wow wow wow..."
Seeing that he was dirty and covered in black mud, Song Heqing kicked him away in disgust:
"Stay away, get up and follow me."
Zhao Feixin could only twitch and follow Song Heqing.
"Where are we going now?"
Song Heqing glanced at him:
"Aren't you wearing any clothes?"
He was now covered in blood, mud, and soil, and the original black mud had become dry, as if it had been covered with a layer of cement.
As the steps moved, mud fell down like snow.
As the two of them walked, the nearby village was eerily quiet, not even a dog barking.
Zhao Feixin covered her lower body and followed Song Heqing closely.
He looked around, curious:
"Why is it so quiet here?"
Song Heqing remained silent and led the people into a farmer's yard.
"Hey, what are you doing, breaking into a private house?"
"Shut up."
Song Heqing walked to the yard, took some clothes hanging outside, and handed them to Zhao Feixin:
"Just wear this."
Facing this rustic rural old man wearing a white vest, big pants and slippers, Zhao Feixin's face was full of disgust:
"Can I wear this too?"
Song Heqing:
"No? Then just stay naked!"
"No, no, no, I'll wear it, I'll wear it...but there's all this mud on me..."
"Find a public toilet to wash up later."
Zhao Feixin was confused:
"Why do you have to wash in a public toilet? Can't you wash in this house?"
"Hey, is anyone there? Can I borrow your bathroom to take a shower?"
Zhao Feixin carried the owner's clothes and ran into the house to take a shower. It was really funny.
Soon there were screams in the room, and people ran out:
"Dead people... there are dead people inside!"
Song Heqing:
"What a fuss."
Zhao Feixin was in shock:
"How could it be...everyone in the room is dead?"
"It was the flying zombie that did it just now, and... not only this house, but the entire village didn't survive."
He motioned for the other party to look, and there was a dog's body lying under the corner.
"This is the real thing about not leaving chickens and dogs behind. If you guessed it right, the people in this village are the descendants of that flying zombie."
Zhao Feixin was trembling: "Then... zombies... why do they eat their own offspring?"
Song Heqing looked at him and smiled meaningfully:
"Because the blood of offspring can stimulate corpse energy and improve cultivation."
Although the smile was beautiful, it also made Zhao Feixin feel jealous.
Under this look, I felt like a piece of pork.
He didn't dare to look back, so he had to urge:
"Let's go quickly."
After ten minutes, they finally left this deadly silent village.
After finding a public toilet, I finally had the opportunity to clean all the mud off Zhao Feixin's body.
Not long after they left, a group of monks rushed to the village:
"What's going on? The energy fluctuations are so huge."
"Everyone is dead, it seems like it was caused by zombies."
After inspection, the monks felt cold:
"Sucking blood from the air is like flying zombies!"
"It's a rare sight, but it looks like another disaster."
"Go check and see if there is anything unusual near this village. Notify the superiors and pay attention to safety."
On their side, they were busy preparing to deal with Fei Zheng.
Song Heqing picked up a shirt in the trash can and threw it to Zhao Feixin.
"Put it on after washing and cover the wounds on your arms."
Zhao Feixin was hit by the stench as soon as she entered the public toilet, but now there is nothing she can do.
I had no choice but to bite the bullet, take off my clothes, and start washing with water by the sink.
Finally, he put on the clothes Song Heqing gave him.
He accidentally touched the wound on his arm, his face full of surprise:
"Huh? Why...it doesn't hurt anymore?"
Song Heqing understood:
"It really doesn't hurt because it has become stiff."
These words were like a blow to the head, hitting Zhao Feixin with a black eye.
Various horror movies began to flash in his mind, and he was about to cry without tears:
"I'm not going to...become a zombie, am I?"
Song Heqing:
"Don't worry, it won't be that fast. If you were an ordinary person, facing the zombie poison, you would have transformed into a corpse now. However, your current body was modified by me, and you can still survive for two days."
"What should I do? You have to save me!"
"Then will you listen or not?"
"I listen... listen, you are my brother, no, ancestor, of course I listen."
"That's good, starting from tomorrow, you will go to work for me and earn money to buy glutinous rice by yourself."
"Okay, okay."
Zhao Feixin nodded repeatedly.
Until the next day, he looked at the bustling capital and was at a loss.
He, the second generation of wealthy people, suddenly found that he could not find a suitable job! ! !
At this moment, he was holding the ID card given by Song Heqing in his hand.
I don’t know how many times I was turned away.
Song Heqing suddenly appeared next to him on a small electric donkey:
"Why, you can't find a job? If you can't, come here to deliver food, or go to a construction site. You can earn a lot of money a month."
After one night, Zhao Feixin's temper became a little worse:
"I don't believe it. I can't find a suitable job."
After that, I continued to apply for a job.
Song Heqing followed closely behind, watching the show.
Take the beating, little brat.
