I didn't expect that grandpa would really dare to say it, I am his grandson!
But often the people closest to you are the first targets that zombies want to kill.
I could feel the blood being pumped out of my arm. In addition to the pain from the bite, my consciousness began to blur.
I tried various methods to push Grandpa away from me, but he was still greedily sucking the blood from my arm.
I thought I would die at my grandfather's hands, but my grandfather suddenly stopped sucking blood.
He moved his mouth away from my arm and looked at me with strange eyes, as if to confirm whether I was his grandson.
But that was wrong because I could tell he was staring at my neck.
Bite the arm, and there's a chance you'll survive.
But if you want the neck, you will definitely die!
While he was still looking at me, I bit the tip of my tongue again and spit out the blood on his face again.
"Hiss, hiss..." The blood on the tip of his tongue worked.
Grandpa threw me away violently. I didn’t know what was hit, and I couldn’t feel the pain at all.
The corpse poison has paralyzed my nerves. Even if I were stabbed now, I probably wouldn't feel too much pain.
I looked at my bitten left arm. The two rotten blood holes were very large, and the surrounding flesh was necrotic. I tried to tear off the rotten wounds, but they were already rotting away like meat.
At this time, Grandpa was rubbing his face against the wall, trying to wipe away the blood from the tip of his tongue.
I quickly ran to the kitchen, found glutinous rice based on my memory, and covered the wound with it.
"Hiss, hiss..."
I never thought that this time it would be my skin's turn to experience backlash.
A burning sensation spread throughout the body, and the pain increased.
Within a few seconds, the glutinous rice applied to the wound was burnt black. I threw the glutinous rice away and put new glutinous rice on it.
Suddenly a dark shadow blocked my light. When I looked up, my grandfather appeared again.
I sprinkled the remaining glutinous rice on Grandpa's body. The glutinous rice plays a great role in suppressing corpses. At this moment, Grandpa's body seemed to be setting off firecrackers, crackling and popping.
But because I used glutinous rice to restrain my grandfather, I didn’t have any glutinous rice to disinfect my wounds.
Seeing my grandpa starting to hit him from left to right, I rushed over without thinking and knocked him down with all my strength.
Grandpa didn’t see me either. He just smelled the breath of life on my body to find me.
I picked up the thing I could hold next to me and beat Grandpa.
How can you care so much at this time?
He is no longer my grandfather, and I am scared to death.
But zombies are born with great strength. He grabbed me and threw me away hard.
"Snapped!"
This time, I smashed the portrait of my grandfather, and the altar table was shattered by my body.
But I saw the Bagua umbrella that fell to the ground. It was also the umbrella that my second uncle asked me to hold on the day of the funeral.
This thing can only exorcise evil spirits, but cannot suppress corpses.
But if the Taoist practices are in place, the Bagua Umbrella can still be effective against zombies.
I didn't know if I could do it, so I opened the Bagua Umbrella and remembered the spell of the Bagua Umbrella, but found that it didn't work. The injured arm was bleeding and dripping down the umbrella handle.
Black smoke suddenly erupted from the Bagua Umbrella, which made me a little overwhelmed.
Grandpa suddenly fell from the sky. I only had a Bagua umbrella in my hand, so I subconsciously used the umbrella to block Grandpa.
Although I know it has no effect, it is just for psychological comfort, and I have already thought that my grandfather will treat me like a dog again later, and may even kill me directly.
As a result, grandpa's hands touched the Bagua Umbrella, and it bounced back and flew out. The impact was extremely powerful.
I looked at the Bagua Umbrella in my hand with a surprised look on my face, and found that the black energy emitted by this object was getting stronger and stronger.
Something's wrong!
This umbrella seems to be sucking my blood!
The injured arm was still bleeding, even if I covered it with my hands, it couldn't stop it.
What kind of evil magic weapon is this?
As the black air got thicker and thicker, I became more and more panicked and quickly threw it aside.
Instead of being sucked dry by Grandpa, he was sucked dry by this Bagua Umbrella.
"boom!"
The next second, I fell completely powerless.
Perhaps due to excessive blood loss, his consciousness became increasingly blurred.
It's bad, I'm really going to die now!
It doesn't matter if I die, but once grandpa escapes from my control, our village will be a river of blood.
I don’t know if it’s because of my weak consciousness, but the vision in my eyes is double, and the whole living room is filled with the black air emitted by the Bagua Umbrella.
A figure appeared in the thick black air.
"Second uncle!"
The only person I can think of is my second uncle.
The appearance of my second uncle gave me hope of living.
But the number of figures gradually increased, and I was certain that it was not one person, but several people. The number of figures was increasing, from single digits to double digits, and I couldn't even tell how many people there were.
Could this be a hallucination I had before I died?
But I found that these figures looked familiar.
Just when I was about to close my eyes, I saw two familiar figures.
These two people had their backs to me, one was wearing white clothes, the other was wearing black clothes, both were wearing high hats...
Black and white are impermanent!
I don't know whether the sudden appearance of the underworld is good or bad.
But I know I can't hold on anymore.
As his eyes darkened, he lost consciousness and passed out completely.
…
Am I dead?
I don't know either.
I felt nothing at this time, but I felt that there was someone in front of me.
So I tried to open my eyes and was shocked to find that I was still in the living room.
It was a messy scene, with blood stains everywhere and yellow mud stained by my grandfather crawling out of the grave.
"Ayang..."
The familiar voice made me turn around sharply.
"grandfather!"
I exclaimed.
The grandpa I see now is very normal, wearing clean and tidy clothes, as if he had never died.
I was about to move forward, but he held out his hand to stop me.
"I'm sorry for your mother, and I'm sorry for you!" Grandpa apologized to me with a melancholy smile.
I don't understand why he said that.
"I am responsible for everything. This is cause and effect. From now on, you will walk your own path, and no one will continue to lead you. Remember what I said before, you will only be bullied if you are not ruthless! The Wang family relies on you! "
After saying that, Black and White Impermanence suddenly appeared.
The two immediately put shackles on Grandpa.
"boom!"
There was a loud noise, the ground cracked, and Black and White Wuchang took his grandfather and escaped underground.
I roared at the top of my lungs, but no sound came out.
"ah!!!"
My heart beat so hard when I could scream.
A pair of unfamiliar hands pressed my shoulders and comforted me in a low voice: "Ayang, it's okay...it's okay...don't be afraid! You're not dead, you're still alive!"
When I calmed down, I realized that the person comforting me was my second uncle.
The place where I am is the health center in the town.
I took a look at the bitten arm, wrapped in gauze and still in a cast.
It seems that I was seriously injured.
"Second uncle..."
For some reason, I felt an inexplicable sense of security when I saw my second uncle.
My second uncle patted my shoulder and kept comforting me.
My second uncle told me that he knew what happened at home and was very satisfied with my performance.
We chatted for a long time, and my second uncle told me that my grandfather’s body had been reburied and the seal had been strengthened so that he would not be allowed to escape again.
In addition, it is a pity that Bing Ye died. This is a fact that cannot be changed.
No one in the village had any accident, but I was the most seriously injured person.
"Did Mr. Bing say anything before he died?" my second uncle asked me.
I opened my mouth slightly, but chose to shake my head.
If I hadn't talked about Master Bing, I would have almost forgotten the suicide note left by Master Bing, which clearly stated his suspicions about his second uncle.
"No, nothing. Master Bing died very painfully. His hands and feet were broken, and half of his face was bitten off."
I downplayed the circumstances of Mr. Bing’s death and did not add too much personal emotion.
Such a big thing happened, Bingye's death was defined as a beast bite, and the body had already been processed and buried.
According to what my second uncle said, I have been in a coma for a week.
"Second uncle, where is my dad?"
I woke up for a few hours, but my father was nowhere to be seen.
"Your dad is in another province and hasn't come back yet, but he probably already knows about you." The second uncle replied.
I was confused. My father had been a farmer in the village for so many years. How could he stay in the province for so long?
I almost died. Why didn't my father even call me?
But I didn't have too much doubt, because all my suspicions were on my second uncle.
Is he my second uncle?
