The mountain near Yongfu Town is called Vientiane Mountain, which is named after its resemblance to Vientiane Group. The mountain is shaded by big trees and covered with green grass. The path where the two passed in parallel.
The young men walked forward along the path, and unconsciously felt that they came to a small hillside. There was a piece of excellent herbs growing on the hillside. The old man in the lead looked at it, but he didn't have the slightest joy, and his face became serious: " This is where Ah Qing was bitten to death, everyone be careful!"
"Yes!" The eyes of the young men became serious in an instant, holding sticks, machetes, and sickles, and carefully looked around. The surroundings were quiet, and there was no sign of zombies, but a sharp-eyed person saw the hillside. There are several larger footprints on the left side of the body: "Isn't that the footprint of a zombie?"
The leading old man stepped forward, looked carefully at the footprints, and said solemnly: "It's very possible!" Looking around, he saw flowers, grass and trees planted around the hillside, and nothing else, the old man He said in a low voice: "There is no lair here, and the zombies don't live here. It should have broken into here and killed Ah Qing, and then left here. Let's follow the footprints and find it."
"Yes!" The young men nodded, clenched the weapons in their hands, followed those big footprints, and walked forward cautiously. Before they knew it, they came to a small river, which ran from north to north and was about four or five meters wide. , the river was full of reeds and water plants, and the footprints of zombies disappeared by the small river...
The zombies must have crossed the river...
The young men thought to themselves that they were about to step into the river, but the old man hurriedly stopped them: "Wait, don't go into the water."
"Why?" The young men stopped and looked at the old man puzzled. The zombies crossed the river. Why didn't they pass
"Because we don't know the depth of this small river!" If the small river bottomless, they would die if they stepped on it.
You know, zombies are dead things, and they are not afraid of entering the water, but they are living people, and they can't swim. If they enter the deep water area, they will die...
The old man said in a low voice, and under the suddenly enlightened eyes of the young men, he stepped forward, looked at the water surface four or five meters wide, and said in a deep voice: "First test the depth of the puddle with a stick."
"Yes!" The young men took the order, leaned over and inserted the wooden sticks in their hands into the creek. The two long wooden sticks were only half inserted, and they couldn't be pressed down any more. The young men With joy on his face, he said, "Uncle, this small river is less than one meter deep..."
The old man glanced at the other young men, and saw that the depth of the puddle they tested was less than one meter. The old man's heart was slightly relieved: "Wade through the water, be careful."
"Yes." The young men responded with smiles, got into the water in twos and threes, talked and laughed and walked forward, but didn't see a big blue hand sticking out from the dense reeds by the small river, grabbing the water that was walking. The shoulder of the last man pulled towards the depths of the reeds...
The cold touch came from his shoulders, and the thick earthy breath came from behind him. The man was shocked, struggling violently, and shouted in shock: "Ah... help... help!"