The old Taoist cursed and grinned on the phone, and saw that I hadn't responded, so he stopped, and there seemed to be no other sounds except for my heavy breathing in the silent night.
As for the zombies who have already made trouble, I have already left them behind, and they are full of fear and fear!
"Hou San? Hou San? What's the matter with you? It sounds short of breath, what happened? Can I still make a sound?" The old Taoist seemed to have noticed my abnormality, and even his voice was lowered a lot, with indignation in his tone. Has become a concern.
After swallowing, I finally found my voice and asked in a low voice: "Master, where have you been these days?"
"Me? After the problem with the phone card, I still stayed in the city without any movement. I just had a rest for two days." The old Taoist replied casually, "Don't change the subject, you kid, answer the old-fashioned my question first."
coax. Like a big basin of cold water pouring from the head, I can already be sure that the old Taoist priest I met on the way is absolutely fake, but when I think about getting along with each other, it’s obviously a living person with flesh and blood. Could it be true in this world? Are there two people who look exactly the same, or are they disguising themselves
"Master, do you have a twin brother?" I asked him with the last glimmer of hope, and then quickly answered his questions, "I'm fine, in a small mountain village, I met some zombies, but don't worry, I They have all been subdued, and I believe they will be back soon."
The old Taoist on the other end was silent for a moment. After several seconds, the voice of the old Taoist came from the other end of the phone: "Did you meet someone who looks exactly like me? Can you still use Taoism?"
"Yes, you know? Master, do you really have a twin brother?" I stared in surprise.
The old Taoist immediately denied: "No, you think too much. I just think of a peculiar sect I have encountered in my previous travels. I have seen this kind of magical technique of changing the face of the fake and the real. Put this aside, you start from the beginning. Tell me everything until the end, without missing a word."
Once the old Taoist speaks to me in this serious tone, it means that the matter is serious.
Where did I dare to hesitate, I immediately briefly talked about a series of things after I came to the mountain village, focusing on the fake old Taoist, and after finishing talking, I waited nervously for the old Taoist's reply.
One second or two seconds, a full half a minute passed. I saw the screams mixed with exclamation sounds around me. I was afraid that another villager would be bitten by zombies. Once the situation is out of control, it will kill people. Can't help but urge, the voice of the old Taoist finally rang.
"This matter is too weird. Listen, Hou San, for the time being, you can't tear your face with the fake Taoist until I come over. The address is sent." The old Taoist's voice was steady and reliable, which immediately gave me a lot of peace of mind.
Walking out of the invisible place, I already noticed in my heart, deliberately pretending to be panicked, and stumbled towards the old Taoist not far away: "What happened? I seem to hear zombies. The voice! Did the zombie break free from the spell and ran out?"
Seeing me suddenly appear, the fake old Taoist's face sank, and his hands were subconsciously touched into his pockets. I saw that he was in a posture of wanting to kill people, and then he shouted out the words above, which is to find him. Down the steps.
Sure enough, after listening to what I said, the taut back of the fake old Taoist seemed to relax, with a look of surprise on his face, and said: "I also just heard the sound.
When I came out, I just saw a zombie running over there. Right now these zombies don't know where they are going. What can I do? "
"Don't care about the ones that ran away. Let's catch the ones left in the village first, but we can't let them hurt the villagers." After speaking, I ran towards the sound of exclaiming and screaming.
Fortunately, these villagers' sense of prevention is pretty good. The doors and windows are closed tightly, so that the zombies can only smash the doors and windows angrily, but no one is injured.
In the middle of the night, they caught two or three heads back.
"Sorry, it was our carelessness. You can rest assured that we will all take care of the remaining zombies. Let's burn these zombies now to avoid future troubles." The sky was already bright, in the center of the village, watching. The villagers gathered here, I sincerely apologized to them, and directed them to bring firewood and burn the zombies.
The villagers were just a little frightened this time, but they didn't show any extreme behavior. They obeyed my orders docilely and obediently.
During this period, the fake old Taoist had been standing by my side, stern, silent.
After the zombies turned into ashes, I also received a call from the old Taoist priests, and quickly asked the villagers to take the fake old Taoists to eat, but I took some dry food and found an excuse to sneak out of the village. Go to the old Taoist priest.
After we joined together, we took advantage of the opportunity to find out the zombies who had escaped from the village one by one, and solved them all.
There was an old Taoist priest, so I just fought and did nothing. It was much easier than working with the fake old Taoist priest.
The corpses of those zombies were piled up in one place, and the old Taoist asked me to go back quickly, so as not to make any trouble with that fake.
"Anyway, the zombies have been solved, and he has no reason to stay in the village. You find a reason to take him out of the village. I will follow you secretly and find a chance to send the counterfeit goods into the bureau. Maybe not. We can figure out the true origin of this guy." Before I left, the old Taoist seriously told me what to do next.
Sure enough, the old Taoist priest was angry with this bad guy who dared to fake him!
I ran back to the village quickly, and asked all the villagers to carry a lot of firewood out, preparing to burn all the zombies.
Seeing the zombie corpses piled up on the ground, all the villagers showed happy smiles on their faces, exclaiming and thanking me gratefully.
In response to the excited villagers, I glanced at the fake old Taoist next to him. The other person's eyes were full of anger and hatred, and a few smiles barely appeared on his face, which made people feel panicked when they looked at it. Fortunately, the attention of all the villagers was on me and the burning of zombies, but no one noticed the abnormality of the fake old Taoist.
The raging fire quickly ignited, and the mountain wind swept up into the sky with a puff of black smoke. The air was filled with rancid smells. The surrounding villagers stepped back while holding their noses and mouths in disgust, watching happily. Everything in front of you.
When I returned to the village, I declined the invitation of the villagers to eat and stay overnight, saying that I was in a hurry and would leave soon.
"Since we are going to leave, should we settle the accounts? We have been busy for so long, should we add some hard work?" Hearing my decision, the fake old Taoist who had not spoken suddenly asked in front of everyone. Collect money.
The expressions on the villagers’ faces were stunned for a moment, and I quickly grabbed the fake old Taoist priest: "No, we can’t accept it. It was originally because of our inadequate care.
Those zombies who escaped, we are remedying it, and can't charge other fees. These are all things Master you taught me before. Have you forgotten it yourself? "
Opening his mouth, the fake old Taoist hesitated, did not make a sound, and simply turned and strode towards the small courtyard.
Upon seeing this, I also made an excuse to pack my luggage and hurriedly followed the fake old Taoist back to the small yard where I lived temporarily.
There are not many things to pack, but for ten minutes or so, the fake old Taoist and I went out of the village with their respective luggage, just in time to see a large group of villagers guarding the entrance of the village.
"Master, there are no good things in the countryside. These mountain products are also some specialties. Don't dislike it!" The villagers saw the two of us come out and gave us the things in their hands.
I just wanted to refuse, but the fake old Taoist next to him snorted badly, and threw out: "What kind of shit! It's worthless!" I immediately threw the so-called "specialties" in his hand to the ground.
The scene was very embarrassing all of a sudden, and the expressions of the villagers suddenly became difficult to look at. I quickly picked up the things that were thrown on the ground and laughed: "You are all scared. This is because my master saw that the atmosphere was too dull and active. Atmosphere, but this stuff is really too much, we can just take this point, otherwise the driver will mistakenly think that we are reselling mountain products, and it will be troublesome if we don't let us get in the car!"
With me, the villagers laughed, and the atmosphere returned to the previous harmony. They kept sending us in the car before the villagers left.
When I got on the bus, I saw a mountain man with a hat sitting at the back of the car. Seeing me looking over, the other party nodded faintly.
It's an old Taoist priest, he really followed me all the time. Suddenly, my heart was settled, and I took the fake old Taoist priest to sit down and prepared to return to the city.
"I think it's still dangerous. I should stay in the village for another two days to see the situation." The fake old Taoist sat down with a reluctant expression, and soon patted me on the shoulder.
I tilted my head indifferently: "No, I checked it thoroughly before leaving. I cleaned up all the dirty things, and nothing will happen." In the presence of strange travelers, I didn't directly identify the "zombies". The second word is for fear of being caught up as a neurotic.
"Don't be afraid of ten thousand, just in case! So many zombies are you sure you have caught all of them?" Seeing my refusal, the fake old Taoist shouted out angrily.
Suddenly, the other passengers in the bus heard it, and even the driver meowed both of us from the rearview mirror.
I didn't dare to take the conversation. I raised my eyes and glared at the fake Taoist priest, but he was enthusiastic, and he swiped towards my front door with a punch, showing a fierce look: "Let the driver stop, hurry!"
Naturally, I wouldn't let his purpose succeed. I stretched out my hand to block his fist, and unceremoniously responded with a punch. The fake old Taoist who was beaten suddenly crooked and fell into the aisle.
squeak! There was a rapid braking sound, but the driver stopped the car when he saw the situation. When seeing this, the fake old Taoist got up and rushed in the direction of the car door, dashed past, hugged the fake old Taoist, and walked around. The dumbfounded travelers shouted: "The old man has a problem with his brain. This will make him sick again. Come over and help me hold him down!"
As soon as I finished speaking, the real old Taoist man with a hat "brushed" it and ran over, stretched out his hand and patted the fake old Taoist several times, and immediately made people faint, and then commanded to the driver: "This man is a little bit Question, please sir, please drive the car to the nearest police station."
It is estimated that the old Taoist priest's clean skills made the driver master mistakenly think that he had encountered a plainclothes policeman, so he hurriedly turned the car and drove into the police station.
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