Luo Yujing heard laughter coming from beside her, looked up, and found that Kusheng had returned to his usual expression. She didn't see Kusheng laugh... but the phone camera recorded it!
In the face of modern technology, the emotions that some zombies want to conceal are simply exposed.
He might have smiled before, but at that time his face was covered with a gag, and many subtle expressions could not be seen clearly, so this was the first time Luo Yujing saw his smile clearly.
It's completely different from his "hateful" self, very bright and gentle.
After staring at the smile on the phone for a while, Luo Yujing set the photo as the screen saver and also took a screenshot of Ku Sheng's smiling face and posted it on her Moments.
Her circle of friends now only includes her sister and a few people in the Qin family whom she has had contact with. Her sister will leave her comments as soon as she posts something.
Kusheng looks very happy. Xiaojing, have you told him
… Not yet. There are some things that I really can’t say. I was going to say it in front of the big bell of the Zhong family. After all, it was the place where she turned into a zombie before, so it had some special meaning. But after being interrupted and taking pictures under the gaze of many people, there was no atmosphere at all.
Looking at the huge smiling face on her phone screen, Kusheng covered his forehead and looked very painful. Luo Yujing forced his hand away from his face and found that he seemed to be embarrassed.
"Damn it, I'm not used to this!" Kusheng bought a mask and put it on. There were only souvenir cloth masks with two bells painted on them around here. After covering half of his face, Kusheng finally regained his composure.
The more he cared, the more Luo Yujing wanted to tease him about it, and even took a screenshot of his smiling face and set it as her profile picture.
"If you don't show me your face, I can still look at my own profile picture," said Luo Yujing.
Kusheng was speechless and angrily pulled off his mask and threw it aside.
Luo Yujing was joking with him when her phone suddenly rang. Someone requested to add her as a friend. She looked down and saw the person saying hello, "Is that you in the profile picture? Are you in need of a girlfriend? Let's be friends!"
Ignore this person's friend request, and a new one will come.
The man greeted her and said, "The picture is me. Want a date?"
Luo Yujing: “…”
He quickly changed his profile picture and rushed over to put the mask that Kusheng had just pulled off back on him.
Kusheng was pushed back by her: "What?"
Luo Yujing gritted her teeth: "Flu is easily contagious in the summer, put on your mask!"
Kusheng: "Why are you grinding your teeth? If you are hungry, just tell me."
Luo Yujing gritted her teeth and said, "I'm not hungry, my teeth are just a little itchy!"
"Your teeth are itching? Are they growing?" Kusheng pinched her face and asked her to open her mouth to look inside. He then touched her two temporarily retracted fangs and said in confusion, "There's nothing wrong with it, so why are they itching?"
Luo Yujing grabbed his hand and said in a vague voice: "I can't explain it to you clearly, you piece of wood."
The two passed Xicheng and continued on. They didn't need to rest anyway, and they were driving at night.
That night, they were passing a remote road when their tire was punctured. As soon as Kusheng and Luo Yujing got out of the car, three men with knives and sticks ran out from the roadside.
"Mobile phones, wallets, watches... anything else that's valuable, take it all out," a man said.
They looked like repeat offenders and their movements were extremely skilled.
Kusheng said: "I thought people in this era lived well and there were no such people."
Luo Yujing sneered: "No matter how good the world is, there are always scumbags."
Kusheng: "That's true."
The two men stood by the car and talked to themselves, ignoring the three big men with weapons. Two of them were about to rush over when they suddenly saw Kusheng lift the car more than one meter high with one hand, pull out the steel nail stuck in the tire with his bare hands and throw it aside.
The three men looked at this magical scene, were silent for a moment, turned around and ran, and soon disappeared into the weeds on the side of the road.
After putting the car down, Kusheng asked, "What should we do now? Wait for someone to pass by and tow the car?"
Luo Yujing took out her phone, checked the map and said, "There is a gas station not far from here, and there is a car repair shop next to it. It's so late, there should be no one around here, and there is no surveillance in this section, so let's push the car over there ourselves."
Kusheng easily pushed the car a few hundred meters with one hand, and sure enough, he saw an auto repair shop in front of him. The lights were still on, but there was no one in the shop.
Pushing the car to the door, Ku Sheng looked inside the house and said, "It's the aura of those three people just now."
Luo Yujing understood after hearing this: "Is this the lair of those three people? How amazing! They throw nails on the road to rob people. If they can't rob people, they earn money from repairing tires and cars?"
At this time, a middle-aged woman came out of the store. She looked at them and waved her hand and said, "The man in the room has something to do and is out. We can't repair the car now."
Ku Sheng exposed it and said, "Aren't those three hiding in the back room?"
Luo Yujing snorted and laughed, crossed her arms and said, "Call those three people out and fix the car for us, otherwise... Humph."
The woman turned around and left as if she had seen a ghost, closing and locking the door.
Luo Yujing: "Did she lock us out?"
Kusheng nodded.
This pair of zombies, the Black and White Evils, had encountered countless vicious and evil people when one of them was still alive. Meeting a group of people who blocked their way at night was just a trivial matter. Therefore, Kusheng sat aside, holding the Sword of Evil Slaying, and skillfully assumed a waiting posture.
Luo Yujing stepped forward and kicked the door open. The door lock and the link on the other side were kicked open by her, and the whole door fell inward. There were several screams in the room, and after a while, Luo Yujing walked out with a depressed look on her face.
Kusheng listened to the sobbing in the room, then looked at Luo Yujing's expression: "What's going on?"
"There was a little accident." Luo Yujing silently stretched out her hand to show him. Her dark purple nails were pointed at the front and quite hard. She used a little more force just now and pierced the front of the leather glove, and the tip of her nail poked out of the glove.
"I scratched them, and now the three of them are lying on the ground with blue faces and foam at the mouth... Are they really turning into zombies?" Luo Yujing looked awful, "If they turn into zombies, it would be like a road horror movie."
Kusheng got up and went to the room to take a look, then came back and said to her, "It's nothing. You are a zombie, and the poison on your finger is not as strong as mine. They were only slightly poisoned, and at most their faces are swollen and their bodies are stiff, but they are not dead."
"Then forget it, let them go to the hospital by themselves." Luo Yujing said.
Kusheng remembered the secular rules of this world and asked, "Should they call the police now?"
"They dare to call the police? Let them call the police! If you don't, you're a bastard!" Luo Yujing was very depressed. "Now they are lying down, who will repair our car?"
Finally, Kusheng pushed the car, and Luo Yujing sat on the roof, and pushed the car to the next service station. They left the car there, too lazy to repair it, and the two of them set off with ease.
—It seems to have returned to the way it was at the beginning.
But this time, there was no rattan chair or other debris separating the two of them. Luo Yujing lay on Kusheng's back, hugged his neck, and let him carry her on his back.
Kusheng: "Damn it, you can walk by yourself, why don't you walk by yourself!"
Luo Yujing shook her legs: "Damn it, I won't walk by myself."
Kusheng just said that, and carried her steadily, without any intention of putting her down. The two of them discussed abandoning the car and no longer taking the road, but going directly into the forest.
In some places, going directly through a mountain is actually closer than going around it by road. Kusheng looked at the map and found that walking in a straight line was actually faster than driving.
Lying on his back, Luo Yujing struggled with her nails with a pair of nail clippers, but after cutting for a long time, her nails were not cut off. Instead, the nail clippers became dull and could not be sharpened.
She threw away the useless nail clippers, pinched Kusheng's ear and asked, "Aren't your nails longer than mine? How come they don't pierce the gloves?"
Jumping off him, Luo Yujing walked beside him and said, "Give me your hand, let me see it."
Ku Sheng reached out.
Pulling off one of Kusheng's gloves, Luo Yujing discovered that his nails had become very short. She asked in surprise, "How did you cut them?"
As she spoke, the nail of the finger she was pinching suddenly grew longer and then suddenly became shorter.
Luo Yujing: “… !” Are you a cat? Your nails can be hidden in your paw pads and are retractable!
She was very angry: "Why don't I know this skill? I want to learn it too."
The two of them were walking in the forest. There was no road nearby and there were many thorns ahead. She was concentrating on finding his sharp nails that could be retracted and didn't even look at the road. Kusheng had to raise his hand to brush away the thorns to prevent them from getting caught in her hair.
Luo Yujing pinched Kusheng's fingers and emphasized: "I also want to learn this skill of retracting nails!"
When they walked to a more open area, Kusheng's hair was tangled up by the branches. He grabbed his hair helplessly and poked his neck with his nails: "Come and drink."
Luo Yujing was stunned, and then she stepped forward and put her lips on his neck. Kusheng held her against his chest and walked forward in this position.
After licking the blood clean, Luo Yujing said, "Do I have to drink a lot of your blood to do this? Forget it, I don't need this function."
There were many thorns in the forest, and no matter how careful she was, her hair was still tangled a little. Kusheng saw this and smoothed it out.
He looked at his fingers, and suddenly thought of something. He said, "When my master first brought me out of the well, I couldn't control my fingers."
Zombie claws filled with corpse poison can turn people into zombies if they poke into their internal organs. Even the simplest scratch will carry corpse poison that is difficult to clean.
“So when I first entered the White Crane Temple, I would often scratch my master and my brothers.”
At that time, the masters, uncles, uncles and brothers in the temple would painstakingly draw some talismans to dispel corpse poison and stick them on themselves every now and then. They would also draw some talismans to clear the mind and stick them on their foreheads to prevent the evil spirit of the corpse poison from affecting their minds.
The entire Baihe Temple was filled with living people with yellow talismans stuck on their bodies, except for this zombie, who did not have a single talisman on his body.
Later, the master asked him if he was willing to wear the sealing finger gloves, and he agreed.
The same goes for the gag. He had just left the well. Because of his zombie nature and because the broken neck needed blood to be watered, he often couldn't help but pursue popularity and wanted to attack people.
He would unconsciously follow everyone in the temple, making everyone feel cold on their backs, and even frightened a junior brother to tears. Therefore, the master put a gag on him.
Before he was put on the gag, his master sewed a cinnabar line on him. At first, his zombie fangs were exposed, which looked very scary, but the cinnabar line was to prevent his fangs from being exposed.
He still remembered that his master's hands were shaking while he was sewing the thread. It wasn't because of anything else, but because his eyesight was not good enough to see clearly. His uncle reminded him: "Don't sew so tightly. If you sew too tightly, you won't be able to speak!"
"I know, I know, don't make a noise!" said the master. "Kusheng, please retract your fangs and don't let them show. Yes, that's right, retract them. I'll sew them loose for you, but you must not let your fangs stick out secretly."
It is called a seal, but in fact it is just a joke. The reason why he did not open it is because of his master and also to avoid scaring others.
Over the years, he no longer needed the gag and finger cots. He would no longer uncontrollably extend his nails to scratch others, nor would he chase after popularity and want to suck human blood.
"… After I was able to control these, I thought about whether I should go back to Baihe Temple and tell Master and the others. But I also knew that even if the seal was not needed, it would make them feel at ease if it remained on me."
"I hadn't been back for a long time. Suddenly one day, my senior brother found me and told me that Master had passed away, but told me not to go back to see him off... I never went back again."
Since he left Baihe Temple and started killing evil spirits everywhere, the only time he returned to his master was three hundred years ago.
Luo Yujing felt an indescribable sadness when she heard his story. She realized that Kusheng loved his master and his senior brothers, just like she loved her sister, they were all their relatives.
But her sister is still alive, but all his relatives are gone.
When she touched the Zhuxie Sword, Luo Yujing remembered that Kusheng had said that the Zhuxie Sword was the spiritual power of his master. She hugged Kusheng's shoulders and said, "It's okay. We still have the Zhuxie Sword. It will definitely recover its spiritual power."
"I'm afraid there's little hope." Ku Sheng said calmly, "Although there's little hope, it's still worth doing."
It was like he knew long ago that killing evil spirits would not have a good result, but he still persisted in doing it. He was used to doing hopeless things.