The development of things seemed to slowly deviate in an uncontrollable direction. At least, Zhou Ze was not mentally prepared for this at the beginning.
The state of the little girl walking into his bookstore made Zhou Ze completely unexpected that the people in this village,
Oh no,
It was the ghost in this village that turned out to be like this.
I'm clearly here to save them.
But now they clearly regard themselves as food.
The old man is still strong and vigorous, his steps are as fast as the wind, and when he swings his hoe, there is even some flavor of Chen Yaojin's three axes.
The little girl's braid flew backwards, her face looked ferocious, she moved at a rapid speed, and let out sharp screams.
This is the behavior of an evil ghost; ordinary ghosts cannot do this.
at the moment,
The old one pounced on Zhou Ze,
The smaller one pounced on the monkey.
The monkey first swung his plastic toy hammer, but seeing the fierce ghost coming at him, he immediately stood behind Zhou Ze.
From the heart,
It is a belief.
It has almost become a trend in bookstores.
Even animals have been infected.
You know, the monkey had been indifferent and disdainful towards Zhou Ze before, but at this time, it quickly decided not to care about the past.
Although things have changed, the script seems to be wrong,
But Zhou Ze was not so frightened by the two evil spirits that he was at a loss.
Immediately, he took a step forward, and the nails on both hands grew out, and wisps of black mist appeared around him.
Now, after entering that seriously injured zombie state twice, Zhou Ze has become more and more adept at using his nails and the power they carry.
Compared to the beginning when the fight was like two shrews tearing and scratching each other with their fingernails, it was much more interesting.
“Bang!”
“Bang!”
When the black fog hit the old man and the little girl, their movements seemed to be slowed down all of a sudden, and Zhou Ze walked lightly between them.
The belt flutters,
Strolling in the garden,
Two hands,
Slowly falling down on top of their heads,
It's like a fairy touching your head.
Everything is under control.
At this moment, the only regret might be that the Taoist priest didn’t come in, otherwise the thoughtful Taoist priest would definitely help me take a video of this scene and save it for later appreciation.
Then he would smoke a cigarette silently to show his disdain.
The implication is basic operation, sit down.
However, just as Zhou Ze's nails pierced into the grandfather's and grandson's heads, about to announce the end of all this,
The old man and the little girl's bodies suddenly twisted, and then completely disappeared.
Its speed,
Even the little loli's "biu" is not as fast as theirs!
Zhou Ze's hands were still suspended in the air.
My poss has been set up.
But the people who were coordinating the performance were deserting.
A little embarrassing.
Putting down his hand and turning around, Zhou Ze was surprised to find that the figures of the grandfather and grandson appeared again on the path in the distance.
Grandpa carried a hoe and held his granddaughter's hand.
The old man and the young man looked like they had just returned from the fields.
With a sense of happiness and satisfaction,
Just like what is recorded in the Peach Blossom Spring: "Old and young, all are happy and contented."
The little monkey was also a little confused. Obviously, no matter how hard its monkey brain tried, it couldn't understand what was happening.
The old man and the young man came over again. The old man looked at Zhou Ze and asked curiously:
"Young man, where are you from?"
"I don't know either." Zhou Ze shrugged.
Oh shit,
I really don’t know this time.
"Are you lost?" The old man was kind-hearted.
"I guess so." Zhou Ze sighed.
"This is Sanxiang Village, not far from the city. If you walk south along this road, you will enter the city." The old man kindly pointed the way.
The little girl was playing with the sugar man in her hand. She was a little thin, but still innocent and cute.
The image of this grandfather and grandson is completely different from the image of him just trying to eat someone.
"Okay, got it." Zhou Ze nodded.
The grandfather and grandson walked into the village, talking and laughing.
Zhou Ze looked up at the sky. He hadn't noticed it before, but he noticed it now. The moon in the sky seemed to have a slight bloody glow at the edge.
9 years ago, when the OP came here for the first time, the first scene he experienced should have been the same as what he experienced the second time, otherwise he would not have been able to get out the first time he came in and would not have been able to post anything.
But he said in the post that when he walked in the village at night, every household was saying that they were very hungry and wanted to eat something, which means that in fact, nine years ago, the "hunger" problem in this village had already started to arise.
But now, when I arrived nine years later, the problem had further fermented and worsened.
From now on, if another "fisherman" accidentally comes in, he will not be able to see the simple paradise, but can only become food for the many dead souls in this village.
here,
It has gradually become a dangerous place.
Zhou Ze took a step forward and walked towards the village. He needed to take a walk around the village. At the very least, he needed to investigate what happened in this village against the backdrop of the massacre by the Japanese devils.
When the country was in crisis, countless innocent souls died. Why was it that only this village has been preserved in such a strange way
When something is abnormal, there must be something wrong.
The houses in the village are all made of mud and straw. A few better-off families have tiles on their roofs. This was the common housing standard in rural areas eighty years ago.
Zhou Ze remembered that he had seen a similar house in the countryside of Tongcheng when he was a child, but that was someone's ancestral home and was no longer occupied.
Every household has its own fenced yard, which is very tidy, even a little too tidy. Generally speaking, one can grow some onions, ginger, garlic or other vegetables in the yard, but the yards here are all barren and flat, without even a blade of grass.
An old woman was sitting on a small bench at the door, sewing cloth shoes with needle and thread in her hands. She was working very seriously and devotedly, but Zhou Ze could see from a distance that the old woman was drooling while sewing.
On the ground,
A large pool has accumulated.
This scene is quite weird.
The old woman was completely unaware. Even though her saliva had soaked the shoes in her hands, she still went on as she pleased, immersed in her own world.
Fortunately, she did not look up when Zhou Ze and the little monkey walked over, but Zhou Ze did not dare to completely treat her as a passerby. With the previous experience of the old man and the little girl, Zhou Ze knew that the people in this village would be defeated by hunger at any time and turn into evil spirits.
There was a well in front, and a woman in her thirties or forties was drawing water. The woman had a good figure, although a little rustic, but in that era, she was already considered a standard beauty in the countryside.
With a tall stature, a heavy chest, and two round petals, he exudes the most primitive and impulsive aura.
But when the woman turned around with the bucket, Zhou Ze saw that her mouth was full of a black mass, and she was chewing hard.
This is her hair.
While fetching water, she was biting and eating her own hair. She was very hungry.
The old woman making cloth shoes raised her head, looked at the woman fetching water, and shouted:
"Dead widow, you're still dressed so fancy even though your husband is dead. Your mouth must be thirsty, right?"
The woman called the widow was not to be outdone and shouted directly: "Old lady Cui, I am not like you. Your mouth can't even spit out saliva."
"Bah, you bastard, you're just thinking about men all day long!"
"I think about it, I think about it every day, I wish all the men in the village would come to my bed tonight so that I can eat them one by one.
Fried
Steamed,
Cold,
Tsk tsk,
That feeling... I can't stand it, I really miss a man."
The widow chewed her hair harder as she spoke.
The old woman seemed to be persuaded as well. She drooled even more and had a look of fascination on her face.
Zhou Ze walked between them, and for some reason, the two women seemed not to see him at all. But when Zhou Ze and the little monkey walked away.
The old woman and the widow suddenly raised their heads slowly and looked in the direction Zhou Ze had walked.
There were bursts of red in the eyes of the two people.
The first few houses look a little more grand, with tiles on top and stone pillars at the door, which means the family is well-off.
Zhou Ze walked into the courtyard. There was no one in the yard, and the smell of meat came from the kitchen. Zhou Ze walked over and reached out to lift up the window board.
Inside is a rural earthen stove.
A young man was placing firewood behind the stove, and the fire was burning vigorously.
But there was nothing in the pot, just a large pot of boiling water that was constantly boiling.
"Wife, the water is boiling, come quickly!"
The man shouted to the other side, he was a little impatient.
It's like a newlywed husband urging his wife to take a shower every night.
"Here you are, here you are, look at your dead face!
You don’t work as hard on other things, but you’re so serious about this.”
The man ran out of the stove, hugged the woman, and shouted:
"Faster, faster, faster, I can't bear it anymore, I can't bear it anymore."
"You wait."
The woman took off her clothes.
It seemed as if he didn't notice that there was a person standing by the window watching.
After the woman took off her clothes, her white and smooth back was exposed, but her right arm had already turned red, like the pig head sold at the street food stall.
The woman climbed onto the stove and sat in the boiling water. She poured the hot water over herself while scolding her husband:
"Keep adding more firewood, otherwise it won't be cooked and won't taste good! Look at you, useless thing, put in more effort, I'm tired!"
"Okay!"
The husband immediately went to the back to add more firewood.
The woman sitting in the pot was cooking herself.
He took a bite of his right arm, which had been cooked and braised before.
Squinting,
Enjoy it one after another:
“It tastes so good.”