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Chapter 17 They are all dead

Grandpa couldn't hold back his face any longer, he poked his neck and shouted: "If he can pull it out, he will pull it out."

Zombie pulled.

In front of everyone, the copper coin sword was forcibly pulled out of his chest.

Then leave no trace.

Really!

I couldn't believe it, and thought it must be because of the dim light, so I leaned over to take a closer look and touch it.

Not to mention, his chest is hard.

"It's unscientific. Even if the wound will heal, does this clothes also have the function of self-healing?"

As a person in the new era of the 21st century, one must have the spirit of scientific research, and I pulled the zombie's clothes vigorously.

The fabric is strong, and it has not been corrupted for thousands of years, which is already very unscientific.

"Miss, do you want to tear it apart?"

Zombie asked me.

I? ? ?
Then I said, "Chila..."

The clothes were so brittle that I pulled them apart, revealing the zombie's pale and muscular chest muscles.

"happy?"

Zombie also asked me.

I? ? ?
He's crazy, why am I having fun ripping his clothes off, not sleeping with him.

cough cough.

This is not the point, the point is that I understand: "So you let the copper money sword stab into your chest just to make my grandpa happy?"

"correct."

Zombies will answer confidently.

Grandpa blushed.

"Third Grandpa, what do you think we should do about this?"

The village head was also at a loss.

Grandpa said he was also confused, looked at me and then at the zombie: "Maybe it's really not him, the murderer is still hiding elsewhere."

The zombies are silent.

I pulled him aside and asked him, "You really didn't see the murderer?"

"I only see your grandpa."

The zombie is attached to my ear, whispering.

The cold breath blew in my ears along with his voice.

I do not believe.

The zombie said again: "Also, my lady, your grandpa is not human."

"Don't talk nonsense."

I didn't believe this even more, so I pushed him away.

The zombie was still confused: "Are you angry?"

Pooh!
He said my grandfather is not human, can I not be angry?

"Actually, he's not evil. I can't feel the sinister aura about him. Your grandfather must be being manipulated. I can help him."

Zombies are plausible.

I didn't believe it, I didn't believe a word, but I heard my own voice: "How can you help my grandpa?"

"He's a walking corpse now, do you know what a walking corpse is?"

nonsense.

Not to mention walking dead, I even know zombies.

Those who write novels, or those who write supernatural novels, can they not understand this kind of basic knowledge?
The zombie thought I didn't understand, and explained seriously: "The soul is imprisoned in the body and cannot be reborn. It is called a walking corpse."

"In short, you have to say that my grandpa hiccupped, right?"

My voice is unconsciously loud.

He made a silent motion, and shush, shush him.

I clap his hands.

Suddenly felt that the surrounding atmosphere was not right, and many people were looking at us.

"Cough cough."

I cleared my throat and told them, "This zombie is talking nonsense, I'll teach them a lesson later."

"You two idiots didn't realize that you two have been talking here for a long time, and they heard it long ago, but didn't express anything?"

The creepy voice of the nasty ghost sounded behind me.

I turn around.

Facing the gaze of Gouzi's mother, under the moonlight, her eyes were ashen, staring straight at me.

Mom!

I got goosebumps and my face turned pale.

"The dead cannot touch the Xuanyuan Sword, only the living can."

The voice of the annoying ghost was faint.

He was reminding me to unsheath the sword, but I hesitated when I thought of the painful appearance of my grandfather being injured by the sword.

"Miss."

The zombie took my hand: "They are all dead."

"impossible."

I took a step back and bumped into the arms of the zombie.

"Actually, you already have the answer in your heart. How to choose is up to you to judge."

The voice of the annoying ghost is still faint.

He is really annoying!

Every word and every sentence seemed to push me to bake on the charcoal fire.

The night is very quiet!
Gouzi's mother stopped crying, and sat on the ground holding Gouzi in a daze.

Everyone stood still, like a living monument.

wrong!

They are all dead, but still wandering in this world.

I didn't know when the tears wet my face, I wiped them away in embarrassment, and turned to look at the zombies: "Didn't you say that you can help them?"

"Well, I can give them my blood, turn them into zombies, and gain eternal life."

The zombie looked embarrassed.

I? ? ?
Turning people into zombies, what's there for him to brag about?
In my perception, the result of this is that they will die miserably if they are scolded by God, no, it is my grandfather and the others, they will die miserably.

Others don't know, I know.

Everyone thinks that zombies can live forever. In fact, people can reincarnate after death.

What's more important is that zombies are not tolerated by heaven, like him, he still has to sneak around, and there are many restrictions.

"I want them to reincarnate into reincarnation, is it possible?"

I asked zombies.

The zombie was dumbfounded, this kind of question was beyond his IQ range.

"It's not impossible."

The hell has spoken.

He floated up to me and stared at me.

I wiped away my tears in embarrassment: "Do you want me to do something?"

"With your strength, find that evil way, kill him and break the formation, and then they will naturally be included in reincarnation."

The nasty ghost waved his hand suddenly.

Feeling a coolness caressing his cheeks, his eyes were in a trance for a while, and then fell into darkness.

When I woke up, I was lying on the bed. It was dawn, and my grandfather was cooking soy milk. When he saw me getting up, he smiled kindly: "Brush your teeth and have breakfast."

His expression didn't change at all, but I still noticed the corpse spots on his face.

I was so stupid that I thought it was age spots, but now it seems that the smell on Grandpa's body is not what he said when people get old.

"grandfather."

I looked at him and almost cried.

"Why, you piss in the morning?"

Grandpa rolled my eyes at me, turned around and went into the kitchen to fry fried dough sticks.

Because I always like to eat just out of the oven, my grandfather always heats up the oil, and waits for me to get up and brush my teeth before he puts the fried dough sticks into the pan.

"Last night, dog..."

I was about to talk about Gouzi being killed, when suddenly a familiar voice came: "Grandma, there is your courier."

It's a dog.

He walked in with the envelope and smiled: "It's a document, is it something important?"

"It's my contract to write a novel."

I took it.

Stared at him blankly.

The bloody corpse last night appeared alive in front of me, smiling like a normal person.

Seriously, I wouldn't even dare to write a horror novel like that.

"Grandma, I've read all the novels you wrote, and I've ordered all of them. They're so beautiful. You're sure to be popular."

The dog ran away.

Grandpa chased him out and asked him to stay for breakfast. He said go home and eat, and her mother waited.

When Gouzi was very young, Gouzi's father passed away in an accident, and Gouzi's mother lived with him.

(End of this chapter)