Huzi stayed.
Because his father is dead.
The father who had the possibility of becoming a corpse was dead, so there was no reason to expel his son. This choice cannot be said to be correct, but it is the only way a father can protect his children.
The body was not left behind and was burned directly.
Huzi didn't stop him, he didn't even shed tears.
The townspeople just thought he was stimulated and couldn't accept it for a while. The clan elder even brought a bowl of fish soup to show comfort to Hu Zi.
The town really needs people like Hu Zi. His value is far greater than a bedridden patient.
it's dark.
The sound of saxaul was heard outside the town, accompanied by a strange low growl. There was a banging sound from the fence, as if something was hitting it.
Every household closed its doors and windows tightly, not daring to take a breath.
Huzi was still sitting in front of the door, with the already cold fish soup in front of him.
The sounds at the fence gradually disappeared, and the things outside seemed to be gone. The townspeople who had been unable to sleep at night finally fell asleep peacefully.
Huzi raised his head and glanced at the moon in the sky. He stood up slowly, walked to the foot of the wall and picked up the ax. He weighed it twice in his hands and threw it to the ground. Turn around and go into the house and take out a fishing rod. Carrying the fishing rod, Huzi went out.
Under the moonlight, Huzi walked to a large courtyard.
The family’s house.
Huzi stuffed the fishhook into the crack of the door, unlocked the bolt inside, pushed the door open and entered the yard.
There were some fish bones scattered in the corner of the yard, and a native dog lying next to it.
When he heard the door being opened, the native dog raised his head. Seeing someone entering the courtyard, the local dog was about to stand up and bark. But seeing Huzi's eyes, the native dog didn't bark. Instead, he was shivering like he was possessed.
Huzi glanced at the native dog and did not step forward to pay attention. He walked to the big house in front, opened the door with a fishhook, and walked in.
The clan elder had just fallen asleep, his face was very peaceful.
Huzi pulled out the fishing line, wrapped it around the clan elder's neck, and wound it twice.
The clan elder felt itchy and stretched out his hand to scratch it. When I encountered an obstacle, I pulled it twice and opened my eyes instinctively.
"Hu Zi?" The clan elder was startled.
"Uncle." Huzi greeted friendly.
The clan elder instinctively wanted to shout, but did not make a sound.
Because the fishing line is tightened.
The clan elder kept struggling, his protruding eyes full of fear. The thin fishing line is inserted into the meat, and the fish is slowly molded a little bit consciously.
Finally Huzi let go of his hand and blood dripped down bit by bit.
It's not the clan elder's, it's Huzi's own.
When tightening the fishing line, Hu Zi holds the fishing line with his bare hands. There were several hideous bloody wounds in the palm of his hand, but Huzi seemed to feel no pain.
Walk out of the clan elder's house and use the same method to enter another room, the room of the clan elder's son and daughter-in-law.
Huzi wrapped the fishing line around the necks of the two men and chose to attack the clan's oldest son first.
The old son of the tribe was very strong. After he woke up, he even dragged Hu Zi to move and even fell down several times. But whether it was beating or dragging, Huzi did not let go of his hand until the clan elder's son died.
The woman's movements were not restricted, but she had a fishing line wrapped around her neck. Looking at the struggling husband, paralyzed in the corner, he was terrified. She wanted to cry or beg for mercy, but when she touched the fishing line around her neck, she couldn't use any strength. She didn't make a loud sound until Huzi, whose hands were dripping with blood, walked up to him and grabbed the fishing line around her neck.
Huzi came out of the room, his hands already covered in flesh and blood. Looking at the moon in the sky, his eyes felt empty.
Su Qing looked at Hu Zi from the clouds.
Until now, I have only seen the future. Within the normal operation of heaven, there is no deviation.
Next, if there are no other accidents, Huzi will continue to go to other people's homes. Until he was finally discovered and beaten to death on the street. But before that, more than half of the people in the town will die tonight.
Huzi stood for a while and then stepped out again.
He did not enter any more houses, but walked to the town gate.
Climb the ladder to the fence and see the scene outside.
There were a lot of people shaking outside the fence.
At first glance, they look no different from normal people, but upon closer inspection you can see the difference.
Those people's bodies seemed to have difficulty bending, and they could only move or jump slowly.
The skin is more or less downy, the eyes are green, and the nails are long. Two canine teeth protrude from the mouth and are exposed outside the lips.
Zombies.
As if smelling the scent of humans, the zombies all turned to Hu Zi.
Huzi took one look at these monsters and jumped directly from the fence.
There were two zombies nearby and they immediately pounced on them.
The movement is not very fast, but it is extremely fierce. When ordinary people encounter this situation, their legs may become weak.
Huzi stretched out two bloody hands.
The blood was still dripping, strongly attracting the zombies. But if you look carefully, you will find that the dripping blood has not fallen to the ground. In the process of falling, it evaporates.
This process of evaporation moves faster and faster from the dripping blood to the wound.
The wounds on his hands were sizzling with blood-colored mist, as if something was boiling inside his body.
Huzi's hands touched the zombies, and the two zombies fell down with smoke. Those blood mist-like gases are fatal to them.
"The spirit of the white tiger has awakened."
Su Qing saw clearly and knew that the future had changed.
Those zombies will all die, they are extremely vulnerable in front of the white tiger. The young fisherman will also die, and all his blood will evaporate.
However, there may be variables.
Su Qing's eyes fell on a zombie.
In appearance, she is a woman, no different from other zombies. Staggering and jumping, like other zombies, driven by the instinct of hunting, they are constantly approaching the tiger.
When he first came here, Su Qing's eyes fell on the woods.
Zombies hide in the woods during the day, but they are not worthy of Su Qing's attention. What caught Su Qing's attention was this female zombie.
She has a zombie body and zombie abilities. But in Su Qing's eyes, she is not a zombie.
But Su Qing couldn't tell what it was.
Because everything is false.
Having a substance that can be seen, having an entity that can be touched. But in Su Qing's perception, it was blanker than the air.
It is not an aggregation of spiritual energy, nor is it a manifestation of any energy.
It is nothingness, it is unknown.
Su Qing had felt this way before.
In Di Sheng Qian Continent, in Jin Wu Cannian's consciousness, Su Qing saw a warrior.
That warrior felt like this.
It can be seen and seems to be tangible. But it's like a dummy, it doesn't exist at all.
At that time, I thought it was because of the memory image that I had that strange feeling. But now looking at this female zombie, Su Qing knew it was not that simple.
"who are you?"
…
The powerful people in the village bully their neighbors and slander Cheng Yu. The neighbor is weak, but brave and courageous. In the dark night and the wind is high, he enters the house with a rope, strangles him and kills him, destroys his family and destroys his family, and repays him with scorn.
"Qingzhou Zhi·Qing Ji"
