As soon as the sun rises and the 4S store opens, customers step over the threshold.
Security guards are armed with live ammunition, not only to check customers entering the store for suspected infection, but also to guard against zombies that jump up from the roadside from time to time.
Zombies are rampant, the service life of vehicles is greatly shortened, and the car market is suddenly in short supply. Fortunately, the 4S store has sufficient inventory. As long as the citizens can enter the store safely, they can purchase cars with confidence.
The exhibition hall was overcrowded, and almost every model was crowded with buyers. If you wanted to sit in and try it, you had to queue up. The only place, the northeast corner of the hall, was a little deserted.
A purple Beetle is displayed there.
There were only two male customers standing beside him, one was taller, taller, and more handsome. Few men would have long hair, but he didn't feel unusual, but had a refined temperament; the other was a little shorter than him, but Also young and handsome, youthful vitality.
The handsome and extraordinary, looking at the purple beetle, his eyes are obsessed.
Young and handsome, his white eyes almost rolled to the sky.
"Beauty." Meng Zhang thought about it for a long time, but only wanted to get this word.
Ding Xiaoche was desperate: "Your aesthetics are too distorted."
Meng Zhang turned to look at him.
Ding Xiaoche swallowed: "You, what are you looking at me for?"
The corners of Meng Zhang's lips were slightly raised, and his smile was light, like the breeze, like the bright moon: "Beauty is beautiful, not as good as you."
Ding Xiaoche: "… "
"Shopping guide—" Ding Xiaoche finally surrendered to Sweet Talk.
I am not afraid that the gods have no aesthetics, but I am afraid that the gods will open their mouths.
The two paid on the spot, picked up the car on the spot, and soon drove back to Ding Xiaoche's house in a purple beetle.
Although the boat is done, Ding Xiaoche still complained all the way, until he entered the house, he was still thinking: "Charming red, mint green, borneol blue, macaron powder, lavender purple... You have bought a car, the color can be matched. A tropical fruit basket!"
Meng Zhang was changing his shoes, when he heard the words, he was stunned: "Tropical... fruit basket?"
"It's just a bunch of colorful tropical fruits in a basket," Ding Xiaoche said while drawing pictures, "heaped into hills, enthusiastic..."
Meng Zhang was still confused: "How is tropical fruit different from the fruit in the fruit shop downstairs?"
Ding Xiaoche couldn't describe it, so he simply drew with a pen and paper: "This one is called mango, it's yellow and orange, and there's no one in the fruit shop downstairs!"
Meng Zhang looked at the painting that looked like a pebble, but it was still difficult for him to have a specific image of this tropical fruit.
Looking at his work, Ding Xiaoche was at a loss for words, and finally sighed: "I knew I had taken a picture of it with a mobile phone," he looked at Meng Zhang a little sorry, "Those outsiders didn't bring any physical objects, they just looked at their mobile phones. Photo albums, small talk, I took a glance."
Outsiders are people who appear in the city at a certain time every day.
Meng Zhang and Ding Xiaoche said that if there are novel objects on foreigners, or if they hear something they don’t understand, try to write them down as much as possible. It may be useful, or it may not be useful. Anyway, the days are idle. more fun.
Having said that, there is no need to be truthful and keep everything in mind, but obviously, Ding Xiaoche has taken care of it and feels sorry for not doing his best.
Serious and almost stupid, this is the most worrying part of Ding Xiao's body.
But also the cutest place.
Meng Zhang hooked the person over and skillfully stole a kiss.
Ding Xiaoche was stunned and did not respond for a long time.
Meng Zhang thought about it and kissed him a second time.
Ding Xiaoche's face turned red, but he was always stubborn: "Why, why are you kissing me?"
Meng Zhang hugged the person, put his head on his head, and the sandalwood was faintly covered all over his body, making people unconsciously peaceful and quiet: "Thank you for letting me choose a car."
Ding Xiaoche muttered: "It was you who spent the money..."
"No," Meng Zhang corrected him, "every penny I spend now is your money."
Ding Xiaoche: "… "
"I said it that day, from now on—" Meng Zhang distanced the two of them, eyebrow to eyebrow, eye to eye, solemnly looking into the depths of Ding Xiaoche's eyes, swearing his sovereignty, "My incense The money is yours, you, and me."
…
Mengzhang Shenjun did not remember the events before the Yuanshen left the body.
It was on a certain day five years ago that he suddenly broke free from the shackles of the gods, and his primordial spirit was freed before he began to have memories. In the following year, although he was still in the Three Sects Hall and never left, he probably pieced together this world from the chatter of "pilgrims".
This is a city full of zombies.
Zombies will bite people, and the bitten will be infected or even die. The task of the pilgrims is to escort the vaccine to the central hospital.
His task is to bless these pilgrims.
As long as someone finds his idol and puts on incense, countless weapons and objects will immediately appear in his mind, as if they were rooted there thousands of years ago, and he only needs to choose two from them and give them to each other.
The days passed in such an orderly manner for more than 300 days.
Ding trolley is here.
It was a rainy night, and the guy tied into a zongzi fell into the Three Sect Hall with a thud.
It was four pilgrims who kicked him in. They entered the temple, and they didn't stop. They slapped him a few times.
The person lying on the ground has no power to fight back, but he can fight back: "I borrowed your car, and you still beat me, repaying kindness with resentment, and going down to eighteen levels of hell—"
Meng Zhang, who was floating in the air, was speechless for him. At this time, he yelled at him. Except for being stupid, he couldn't find a second word to describe it.
Sure enough, the four of them got even more angry, and they kicked even harder: "Why didn't you tell the **** whistle to attract zombies? Ah? I almost died on the river bank—"
The person who was kicked groaned in pain, but he was not convinced: "I told you the car, I want to go home, I don't want to go to the north of the city, why don't you let me go!"
There are always grievances among pilgrims, and most of the time, when several teams play together, it is spectacular. Therefore, Meng Zhang is not surprised by this kind of scene.
Turning around, he was about to float back to the statue behind the wall, waiting to be found, and a cold snort made Meng Zhang stop.
"Fourth, you are arguing with an NPC, and you are full."
NPC, this is what many pilgrims call him when they bow down to him.
He didn't understand what it meant, but he knew that if everyone was called NPC, they should be of the same kind.
Meng Zhang had never seen the same kind in the temple of the Three Sects.
He has only seen pilgrims and zombies that follow them.
"Ah—" The kicked person suddenly let out a shrill scream.
Meng Zhang trembled inexplicably, turned his head stiffly, and saw the one with the coldest eyes among the four, pierced the forearm of the person being kicked with a dagger.
The wounded man's face did not change, he pulled out the dagger, threw the blood, and retracted the scabbard.
The person who was kicked was too painful to shout, his face was pale, and his forehead was covered with beads of sweat.
The other three pilgrims were also dumbfounded. The one who kicked the hardest just now couldn't bear it: "Don't be so cruel..."
He sighed unbearably, raised his eyes and glanced at them: "How many times have I said it, don't be sincere, this is a bunch of NPCs, if they die, they will reset to factory settings tomorrow, OK?"
After he finished speaking, he looked at the kicked person who was huddled in a ball, and asked with a light snort, "Now, do you want to take us to the north of the city?"
The kicked person clenched his teeth and was speechless.
He squatted down coldly, and said unhurriedly, "It seems that I have to make up for it."
The kicked person panicked, his eyes couldn't deceive anyone, Meng Zhang could feel the shudder of extreme fear from those eyes.
But he remained stubbornly silent, almost biting his lip.
Seeing the cold eyes and indifference, Meng Zhang took out the dagger again, and Meng Zhang suddenly became angry. The anger was so violent that he didn't even think about what to do, and the entire Three Religious Temple shook violently!
"Fuck, earthquake?!"
The three pilgrims suddenly panicked, and even their cold eyes changed their expressions.
But the shaking of the Three Religious Hall not only did not stop, but even worse, the beams of the roof fell in bursts of dust, and the roof outside kept slipping and shattering!
"What are you waiting for, run away—"
"Hidden eggs..."
"Life is dead, it's a fart egg!"
The four of them fled in a hurry, and the one who ran at the end didn't forget to hold on to the rope, pulling the kicked person up and pulling them out the door.
How could Meng Zhang give him a chance to close the door of the Three Sects Hall when he went out!
The two door panels were like steel knives, cutting the hemp rope at once, and the kicked person who had not had time to be pulled out fell to the ground.
Meng Zhang stepped forward and wanted to see his condition, but the man only sat on the ground for a few seconds, probably because he realized that the rope on his body was loose, it suddenly bounced, and ran under the incense case in a hurry, hiding it in a hidden way.
Meng Zhang was inexplicable. Hearing the sound of the car, the group of people should have run away, and they simply stopped and shook the mountain.
The Three Sects Hall returned to silence. Meng Zhang raised his hand and flicked his sleeves. The fallen incense burner and candle were restored to their original appearance. There was no trace of the mess just now.
"What are you hiding there for?" Meng Zhang landed, revealing his true body.
"Who, who is talking?" There was a chattering question from under the offering table.
Meng Zhang didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "You'll know if you don't come out."
"No." The person under the table insisted, "In case there are aftershocks, it is safest to hide here!"
What is an "aftershock"
Meng Zhang memorized this new word and prepared to study it later. After that, he took two steps forward, came to the table of offerings, and squatted down.
The lips of the people under the table were white, the whole body was shaking violently, and there was blood on the arms.
In this state, the moment he looked at him, the man was stunned. For a long time, he said, "Your hair is so long."
Meng Zhang was stunned on the spot, suddenly not knowing what to say.
After a long time, he found his own voice: "Doesn't it hurt?"
The person under the table was stunned, as if he had finally recovered his three souls and seven souls, he sucked in a breath of cold air, and cried out, "It hurts—"
"very painful-"
"They're not human—"
"Son of a bitch-"
Meng Zhang resisted the urge to cover his ears, and blew lightly on the arm of the NPC who was howling.
The wound and the pain disappeared together, and only blood remained, proving that the bad guys had come.
The man under the table looked in disbelief. First, he tentatively poked his arm, and found that it didn't hurt, but it didn't work. Fairy?"
Eyes met, the air was suddenly quiet.
Meng Zhang pondered for a long time, and found that he could answer with one word: "...Yes."
All of his calmness, all of his immortal spirit, disappeared in such a communication that was completely incomprehensible to the rhythm and regularity.
"Did you cause the earthquake just now?"
"… "
"It's just that the mountains are shaking." Seeing that he didn't seem to understand, the young man still insisted on simulating the sound with his hands in the cramped space under the table.
Meng Zhang swallowed hard: "... um."
The young man stretched his brows and gave him an unreserved bright smile: "It turns out that there are really gods in this world, and they are so handsome."
For some reason, seeing him smiling, Meng Zhang couldn't help but turn the corners of his mouth up.
"My name is Xiao Ding." The young man folded his hands together, burning incense and bowing, "Thank you god for saving me."
"My name is Meng Zhang." Unable to help, he also reported his name.
Xiao Ding was surprised: "Gods also have names?"
Meng Zhang: "... um."
Xiao Ding frowned at him: "Shenxian, why do you always 'um'?"
Meng Zhang: "..."
Xiao Ding: "It's over, not even 'um'."
Mengzhang Shenjun had never been so passive before, he decided to take back the dominance of the conversation: "Are you also a blessing?"
Xiao Ding stared at him blankly for a while, then suddenly asked, "Can I come out?"
"Aren't you worried about 'aftershocks'?" He didn't understand the words, but Meng Zhang remembered them clearly.
Under the low table, Xiao Ding, who tilted his head for a long time, wrinkled his face pitifully: "I'm worried, but my neck is sore..."
Meng Zhang pulled the man out angrily, Xiao Ding moved his head up and down for a long time, and felt comfortable: "What did you just ask?"
"Are you the Blessed One?" Meng Zhang repeated with a sigh, Xiantu felt tired for the first time.
"No." Xiao Ding shook his head firmly and asked, "What is the blessing?"
Meng Zhang: "..."
It rained all night, and Xianjun also talked with Xiaoding for a night, and finally figured out that although Xiaoding was not a pilgrim, he was not a blessing like him. If he had to say, Xiaoding should be The "car giver", once encountering a pilgrim, has to struggle a bit, and then let the other party snatch the car.
At the same time, Meng Zhang also learned that there are many people in this city, like Xiao Ding, trying to live under the siege of zombies.
The night was the most dangerous moment in the city. Shops were smashed, shops were looted, corpses were rampant, and blood flowed into rivers. But during the day, these traces will fade away, shops will reopen, most of the zombies will be dormant, and the armed forces in the city will be on duty, so people's lives can continue as usual.
"Go back to work in the north of the city?" Meng Zhang suddenly felt a little reluctant to hear that Xiao Ding was about to leave. "Aren't you going to the north of the city if you die?"
"It's night, it's fine during the day." Xiao Ding glanced at the blood on his sleeves worriedly, "It's too late to change clothes, the leader will definitely scold me."
Meng Zhang recalled the pilgrims he had seen, and picked the one that he looked at the most pleasing to the eye. He raised his hand and raised his hand gently. Xiao Ding put on the same clean clothes as that one from head to toe.
"You're too easy to use!" Xiao Ding praised from the bottom of his heart as he looked at his new outfit.
"..." Meng Zhang has given up, Xiao Ding loves to say whatever he wants, just smile.
The energetic young man walked to the gate of the temple, suddenly remembered something, and hurriedly turned around: "Can I still come to play with you in the future?"
"Of course." Before Meng Zhang could think about it, the answer was already given.
Xiao Ding smiled, contented.
"Wait a minute," Meng Zhang suddenly remembered what he had been thinking about all night, "what's your name Ding?"
First and last name, there should always be a given name.
Xiao Ding stared at him blankly, as if he didn't understand at all: "Just call him Xiao Ding."
Meng Zhang frowned: "Don't you have a name?"
It was the first time that Xiao Ding received this kind of question, and he thought about it very seriously. At the end, he shook his head regretfully: "No, my surname is Ding, and everyone calls me Xiao Ding."
Watching the other party leave, Meng Zhang repeatedly recalled the sentence "Can I still come to play with you in the future?", and unexpectedly had a trace of anticipation.
Ten days passed quietly.
In the past, ten days were like flowing water for Meng Zhang, passing by in an instant, but this time, the days were like years.
He suspects that between himself and Xiao Ding, there is a deviation in the cognition of "the future".
His "later" is a few days later, what about Xiaoding's "later"
Meng Zhang didn't know, but he couldn't wait any longer.
For the first time, he had the urge to leave the Temple of the Three Sects.
And after thinking about it, I did it without any hesitation.
Xiao Ding went to work in the north of the city, and went back to the south of the city after get off work. Meng Zhang went out early in the morning and floated over the north of the city all day.
This was the first time he saw the doomsday city that the pilgrims talked about, but he was not in the mood to appreciate the scenery at all. He just wanted to find Xiao Ding, and when he found it, he asked, do you know what the fate of deceiving the gods is
However, this city is full of people, all kinds of buildings, all kinds of shops, all kinds of traffic. Looking for someone, even a god, finds a needle in a haystack.
When night fell, after the chaos and screams in the north of the city, it fell into dead silence, and there was no daytime noise in the south of the city.
At this time, the car that was still driving on Chengnan Road became conspicuous.
Every time Meng Zhang saw one, he would float down, his primordial spirit was invisible, neither pilgrims nor people in the city could detect his presence.
In this way, I finally saw Xiao Ding in the ninth car.
This time, the four people who borrowed the car were very polite and entertained the owner of the car with delicious food. When Meng Zhang Yuanshen floated into the back row, the young man was chewing on potato chips.
Meng Zhang blew at him.
Xiao Ding felt a gust of wind tickling his face, raised his hand to wipe it, and continued to click, without being conscious of being stared at by the gods.
Meng Zhang held back his anger until the car arrived at the pier, the group abandoned the car and boarded the boat, and Xiao Ding sat back in the driver's seat and was about to drive home, and he appeared in the co-pilot.
Full of dissatisfaction, before he could complain, the driver Ding saw his first scream, and he was able to break through the roof of the car.
"Ahhhhhh-"
Meng Zhang collapsed, and he really lost his temper, so he slapped him hard on the forehead.
The ghost screams stopped abruptly, and Driver Ding covered his forehead and looked at him pitifully: "Why are you hitting me?"
Meng Zhang sighed inwardly, and suddenly felt a little regretful. He should have played it a little more lightly, but his tone was still firm: "The one who breaks the contract will be abandoned by man and god."
Xiao Ding frowned inexplicably: "Break the contract? What did I break?"
"You said that if you don't come to the Three Sects Hall in the future, if you don't come for ten days, you're breaking the contract." Meng Zhangcai didn't care about other things. For him, the "later" time limit is ten days at most!
There was no guilt in Xiao Ding's eyes, but he was even more puzzled: "Three... Church?"
There was no joke on his face, he was just dazed, Meng Zhang's heart trembled when he saw it, and suddenly panicked: "Xiao Ding?"
"You know my name?" Xiao Ding raised his eyebrows, completely surprised, "Do we know each other?"