The old man was more tenacious than he imagined. He took out a dagger from the small bag on his body. The dagger was very small and the blade was less than half a foot. It was far worse than Zhang Xiaoqiang's saber. Zhang Xiaoqiang looked funny. The old man definitely didn't want to resist when he took out the dagger , how could he kill Zhang Xiaoqiang with a broken leg? Then there is only one possibility, the old man wants to commit suicide, he doesn't want to be tortured by Zhang Xiaoqiang.
Zhang Xiaoqiang was going to cut off the old man's right hand at the moment of committing suicide, let him watch his own blood flow to death, want to make him deeply despair, want to make him regret why he crawled out of his mother's belly.
However, the old man's next actions were beyond his expectation. If the old man had something else to say, then he was too afraid of death and cherished himself more than anything else.
The old man did not commit suicide, he used the dagger to cut across the blood-adhesive trouser legs, and the blade cut the cloth like shreds. The trouser legs stained red with blood were cut open like tofu. The old man cut the trousers open and removed the gourd tied to the satchel. When some powder landed on the wound, the blood was stopped immediately. The old man’s face had turned pale. After seeing the effect of the medicine, he took out a black, blackened metal bottle from his satchel, poured out a small pill shaped like a date seed and swallowed it in one gulp, his complexion changed again not long after he swallowed it. rosy.
The old man's satchel was like Jingdong cat's interspatial bag, and he took out another cloth bag. When he opened the cloth bag, he saw a dirt lump the size of half a brick. He carefully broke off a peanut-sized piece, squeezed it into powder, and sprinkled it around his wound and on his blood-stained trouser legs.
Zhang Xiaoqiang has been watching the old man's work with great interest, until the old man sprinkled the powder on the blood, the smell of blood in the air turned into a fragrance, Zhang Xiaoqiang was moved, that is a magic weapon! With that thing, I am not afraid that the bloody wound will attract the attention of the zombies, and I am not afraid of Yang Keer and the other aunts coming.
"What is it at this time?" Zhang Xiaoqiang finally couldn't help asking.
The old man showed Zhang Xiaoqiang a smile that was n times uglier than crying: "This old man! This is passed down from my ancestors, it is called fishy soil. Crush it and sprinkle it on the blood to be a refreshing fragrance. Put a little on it. Bathing in water will cover the smell. Even the dogs can't smell it."
He stopped to see if Zhang Xiaoqiang's expression changed, and continued: "As long as those man-eating monsters don't get close to seven or eight meters, they won't be able to smell it. As long as you let me go, I'll give it to you. I’ll give it to you too, and I’ll give you the life-saving pill too, and I’ll pay it back…”
The old man was kicked unconscious by Zhang Xiaoqiang before he finished speaking, "Bah!" Zhang Xiaoqiang spat hard, "Just a beast like you still wants me to let you go? Fucking old bastard!"
While cursing, he took off the old man's backpack, and picked up the dagger that the old man had put beside him.
The blade of the dagger looks very ordinary, without the dazzling streamer, not even the forged steel texture on the Jingwei sword, the whole blade looks a little black, as if it forgot to put ten It looks like it has been turned out of nowhere in the past few years, but the handle is a bit interesting, like the horns of something, slightly black and moist, revealing the texture of suet and white jade. It is initially cold when held in the hand, and then gradually becomes slightly hot.
Opening the canvas satchel, there is a scabbard on the outermost side. The scabbard is made of a piece of animal skin. You can feel the roughness of the animal skin when you hold it in your hand. Insert the dagger into the scabbard and then into his waist. Zhang Xiaoqiang decides Consider it your own spare dagger.
There were some small medicine bottles in the bag, Zhang Xiaoqiang didn’t know him except for the life-saving pill that looked like a jujube stone, but he found something wrapped in tinfoil in the innermost part, opened the tinfoil and it was a layer of oil paper, and opened it again Youzhi Xiaoqiang was dumbfounded.
"This is the bamboo slip?" Zhang Xiaoqiang looked at the things in his hand. Dozens of thin bamboo boards were tied together by thin copper wires. The engravings are so dense that Zhang Xiaoqiang basically doesn't recognize these small characters, so it looks like they should be Xiaozhuan.
Zhang Xiaoqiang put the satchel on his back, picked up the old man and walked towards the house. After entering the vegetable garden, he saw Yang Keer and Yuan Yi standing by the door with pale faces. There were two stalls on the ground. Vomit, the air was filled with a sour smell, the women in the room stopped howling, and Zhang Xiaoqiang felt that his ears were less afflicted.
Susie also came over from the main room, she was surprised when she saw the old man on Zhang Xiaoqiang's shoulder; "Master Yu?" Susie called out the old man's background.
Zhang Xiaoqiang was very unwilling to stand in this room. He was still sick to his stomach just after a quick glance. Where sweet potatoes are placed, these things should be kept dry before they can be stored, otherwise they will germinate easily, and once they germinate, they can no longer be eaten, which is a waste.
There are some jars of pickled vegetables in the corner, and some corn hanging on the beams. There is a simple wooden bed under the corn. A woman in her thirties and nearly forties is lying on the wooden bed. She is naked, with only A bed of tattered cotton wool lay over her belly, and a big hole was sawn in the board between her thighs, and her buttocks just got stuck in that big hole.
Under the buttocks is an old-fashioned enamel washbasin, which is full of women's excrement, which makes the whole room stink and makes people want to vomit.
The woman was plump and her skin was very white. She closed her eyes and lay on the wooden plank without feeling the outside world. The constant howling just now took away most of her physical strength.
Women are also miserable, Zhang Xiaoqiang has never seen a woman more miserable than her, Yuan Yi and Su Qian are like living in heaven compared to her. She lost her limbs, two arms and one thigh were broken at the root, and the other thigh was gone below the knee. There were many scars on the plump and smooth thigh, only half of the thigh remained, a thigh bone Just exposed to the outside like this, even if the remaining half was cut off with a knife, there was not much muscle. The scene in front of him made his scalp tingle.
There are only two blood holes where the woman originally had breasts, and the muscles inside are also exposed, making people look horrible. There was a long bench next to the wooden bed where the woman slept, and there was a large enamel bowl on it, which contained some dark, mush, I don't know what it was. sticks through the funnel.
"Ah..." Susie behind her screamed, then knelt down on the ground with a 'plop', and vomited out in a 'wow...'. The smell in the air was filled with a sour smell, which made the place even more unbearable.