The corpse exterminator drove the zombies away slowly, gradually approaching the refuge camp. Perhaps because of their clothes, they did not attract the attention of the zombies. As the corpse exterminator said, the zombies were basically extinct in this area.

All were imprisoned in a zombie cage.

This area in western Hunan is a remote area with sparse population and complex terrain. The group attack power of zombies may be relatively weak. Therefore, it is so easy to be captured by corpse exterminators and even driven away like dead corpses.

So how big is the zombie cage to accommodate so many zombies? How many zombies will be locked in the cage?...

After a day of running around, the nine of us were already exhausted, but the corpse drivers were still very energetic. They carried a weight several times heavier than us, but they didn't feel any pain at all. This is not difficult to explain, because they are protected by gods.

, there are gods to guide them in the right direction, and they will never get tired of it.

The zombies have ghost-suppressing charms affixed to their foreheads. The exorcist will occasionally stop on the road and spray the holy water on their heads with the holy water tied to his waist. This is to appease the dead souls. The fatigue of the journey may cause the corpses to suffer.

The ghosts were more resentful, so the exorcists sprayed holy water to calm them and prevent the ghosts from continuing to entangle themselves. The zombies were obedient and were tied to the bamboo poles obediently. They could not move. Only their heads were still twitching from side to side and their legs were moving back and forth.

Rowing and pulling, jumping and jumping with the trembling bamboo pole.

After walking a few kilometers with the corpse exorcist, intricate stilted buildings appeared in front of us. This peculiar building is a major feature of Western Hunan. It is called stilted building because most of the buildings here are divided into two floors.

, the bottom floor is made of pillars, and the upper floor is the attic. From a distance, it looks like the building has been lifted up. The entire stilted building is made of locally abundant fir, including pillars, beams, floor slabs, etc. The pillars on the first floor

There are no partition walls between the rooms, which are used to house livestock or stack items. The second floor is used for living and is divided into three or four rooms.

The terrain in western Hunan is complex, with a lot of rain and a humid climate. The living position of the stilt house is far from the ground, which is conducive to ventilation and moisture isolation, and prevents attacks by wild beasts and venomous snakes.

The roof of the stilted building is cantilevered, and the high eaves have a somewhat primitive style. Together with the overall wooden materials, it adds a layer of mystery to the humanities and nature of western Hunan. There are many horror stories and shocking rumors.

, have all been heard from this strange area, which originates from local customs and history.

Perhaps the so-called gods today originated from the cracks of this culture, which is why local residents believe in and admire them so much.

This area of ​​large and small stilt houses are adjacent to each other, gathered together on the riverside, plus several acres of paddy fields, and are surrounded by towering fences. The material of the fences is also made of locally abundant fir. It seems that the residents in this area have a strong sense of prevention.

, and have very amazing survivability. They chose to camp by the river and build fortifications. Firstly, they can ensure sufficient food and water sources. Secondly, they can use rivers and fences to prevent zombies from invading.

The method they used to build the refuge camp was exactly the same as the one I had set up in my hometown. It seemed that such fortifications had obviously played a role in the apocalypse, and my uneasiness about my hometown had calmed down a little.

The corpse exterminators did not take us straight to the entrance of the refuge camp, but took a detour and walked towards the nearby hillside. They should have planned to place the zombies first, and then take us back to the refuge camp.

Well, since we are coming here with them, let's go and visit the legendary zombie cage. That place should not be a cage, because there are too many zombies captured, and it is not easy to build such a big cage.

Everyone parked their carriages and horses on the road, and followed the footsteps of the corpse exorcists as they gradually approached the top of the slope. The gentle breeze carried the wet moisture and kept passing over the mountainside. A strong stench was mixed with the moisture from time to time.

The smell was disgusting. Everyone covered their mouths and noses and walked forward in agony, and finally reached the top of the hillside after passing through a small forest.

It was finally time to relax. Everyone was stretching, trying to correct themselves after being tired, but when we looked up, what we saw in front of us suddenly shocked us, and we instantly forgot about our fatigue... In the valley

The place was densely covered with wandering corpses, they were like ants crawling in a pot, trying to escape, but there was no way...

Opposite is a mountain nest tens of meters deep and hundreds of meters in diameter. It is surrounded by bulging hills, which are distributed in a concave shape like a crater. The tops of the surrounding hills are all surrounded by fences made of fir trees, ten meters high.

A few meters. The zombies are in a concave den. It is difficult to pile up a corpse ladder, so it is impossible to climb over the fence.

We immediately marveled at the ingenuity of the survivors in western Hunan. They were able to use such geographical advantages to imprison zombies, making it difficult for them to escape. But imprisoning zombies may not be a rational move. Their collective strength is quite powerful. Once something goes wrong,

Once thousands of zombies emerge, this peaceful area may turn into a hell in an instant.

Thinking of this, I can't help but wonder, why do people spend so much hard work and even their lives to capture the zombies but are not willing to kill them, but instead re-raise them in captivity? Aren't they afraid of the terrifying power of zombies?....

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So my originally favorable view immediately changed, and a hidden contradiction in human nature gradually emerged, making me feel even more uncomfortable.

The zombie expert skillfully opened the door of the cage, pulled out the bamboo pole, put a few zombies inside, and then closed the door tightly. There was still a yellow talisman on the door of the zombie cage, which was larger than the ordinary talisman.

There are a lot of them. There must be too much resentment here, and a more powerful magic talisman is needed to suppress it.

"Old Taoist Priest...are we going to the refuge camp next?"

Hua Zi asked cautiously from behind the corpse driver.

"What a refuge camp! Where did the refuge camp come from? Although the world is in chaos now, it is not a disaster because it is protected by the gods! The place where we live is surrounded by mountains and rivers and is blessed by the gods, so it cannot be called a refuge camp. It should be called a spiritual camp.

Tan!!”

The corpse exorcist's face became ferocious again, as if Hua Zi's words would always offend this loyal believer.

"Oh, oh, I'm sorry, it's Lingtan, it's Lingtan..."

Hua Zi quickly apologized, then helplessly shrugged his shoulders at me and frowned.

In a few minutes, "Lingtan" arrived. We, a group of strangers from outside the country, had just arrived, which surprised the residents. As soon as we entered the village, we were surrounded by a large group of people, looking at us carefully, with curious eyes.

and Xingxi. There are more than 300 people living in the village, including men, women, old and young. The past life here is completely preserved, with men farming and women weaving, which makes us feel incredible. This should be the first time we have encountered such a situation since the end of the world.

A huge surviving camp.

The corpse exorcist introduced everyone in dialect, and everyone had a rough understanding of our origins, so they took a closer look again, and then went off to chat and go about their business.

The corpse exorcist asked us to go to the attic on one side to rest first, and then took our brother to meet the gods, presumably to report our affairs to the gods.

After running around for too long, they became more and more exhausted. Everyone leaned against the fence of the attic, devoured a big meal, and then fell asleep in a daze.

I don’t know how long it took, but I was suddenly woken up by someone. When I opened my eyes, I saw that the person who woke us up was a young man, about 20 years old, with a kind face and fluent Mandarin. He didn’t look like the locals.

He was so quaint, yet somewhat bookish. If he guessed correctly, he should be a student.

"Get up quickly! The gods are going to meet you!"

"Gods? Meet us?...Um, okay..."

I was still in a deep sleep, but when I heard that the gods were about to meet me, I stood up helplessly and woke up the people around me. Hua Zi was obviously tired from walking, and he couldn't wake up even though he was lying on the floor.

It took a lot of trouble to force him to open his eyes.

"Hua Zi! Wake up, the master here wants to meet us!"

"Um... I'm so tired and sleepy... Can you let me sleep for a while? I really don't want to get up..."

Hua Zi dragged his tired body, turned over on the floor, and then slowly closed his sleepy eyes.

"Hua Zi, listen to me and get up quickly. We are guests here. Newcomers here must know the minimum etiquette!"

My brothers and I pulled Hua Zi up, and then he straightened up, followed the crowd, and slowly went downstairs.

The courtyard of the village was already bustling with people. Seeing us nine outsiders coming down, we quickly made a passage in the middle. The nine of us followed the young man slowly to the end of the courtyard. We saw a luxurious building in front of us.

The residence is completely superior to all the surrounding stilted buildings, with elegant paint colors and exquisite carvings. There are servants and charming women on both sides.

A middle-aged man wearing a brocade robe sits high on a wicker chair, wearing a gold hat with flowers on his head, and covering his face with tulle, which makes people look hazy, but noble and glorious.

He was fiddling with two crystal balls in one hand and holding a scepter in the other. He was slightly fat and rich. The servant brought him a cup of tea, and he only took a small sip and then withdrew.

go back.

Needless to say, this man with a luxurious and high-profile appearance is the legendary "god". He is dressed like an ancient man and seems to want to drive people back to the past era, and then truly become the "Emperor of the Earth"

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Seeing the god sitting upright, everyone in the audience knelt down on the ground, kowtowed and saluted, and shouted at the same time, "When the god is alive, protect our common people, when the god is alive, protect our common people..."

People's greeting words are very authentic Mandarin, which seems to have been forced to learn. This makes us very puzzled: why do people who obviously speak dialects use Mandarin when greeting?

"All the ministers are of equal standing!"

While thinking, a high-pitched sound suddenly came from the stage, and people immediately stood up and looked at the gods attentively.

It turned out that this so-called god was not a local. Although I couldn’t tell where he was from based on his accent, he spoke standard Mandarin. So I was shocked, and I seemed to have a vague premonition, but I didn’t dare to confirm it easily.
Chapter completed!