There was a huge temperature difference between indoors and outdoors. One second, Du Qinglan was sweating on her forehead, and the next second she shrank. The cold wind blew through her sweat, making her shivering even more.

"This...is the air conditioner on inside?!" Du Qinglan teased.

It is impossible to turn on the air conditioner. Not to mention the current power outage and the sound of diesel generators are not heard in the surroundings. If the two-person high door is open, the air conditioner inside should have run out long ago.

Why is it so eerie?

Du Qinglan and Yan Qing looked at each other, clenched the watermelon knives in their hands, and took the first step forward cautiously.

Squeak——

As soon as the two people entered the room, the door closed behind them with a bang.

Yan Qing frowned and pushed it, but the door without a lock did not move at all. If he looked carefully, he could see that there were strange and unpredictable runes carved on the inner wall of the door.

Du Qinglan carefully observed her surroundings. Although the door was closed, the interior of the ancestral hall was not dark. At least hundreds of white candles were lit in the hall, and the candlelight swayed in the cold wind.

She boldly took the first step forward, and then she had a general view of the entire ancestral hall.

The first floor was open, only the weighing pillars occasionally affected her line of sight, and the rest of the floor was unobstructed.

There are long candlesticks every two steps, with three candles stuck in each candlestick. There are countless candlesticks, but these candles make the entire first floor brightly lit.

Contrary to Du Qinglan's imagination, there were no memorial tablets, no altar tables, and no scary statues like those in the temple. Instead, there were murals. There were different paintings on each wall, which were very huge.

"Yan Qing, look at this." Du Qinglan held the watermelon knife, poked Yan Qing's shoulder with the handle, and then walked towards a mural.

Yan Qing gave up fighting against the door and tightened his grip on the watermelon knife to follow.

The painting style of this mural is very old. It mainly expresses meaning rather than art. Therefore, it is neither beautiful nor realistic. Instead, it looks like a little book.

But what Du Qinglan noticed was that this mural was unusual. The black villains on it were chasing a group of white villains with their claws and teeth. There were also red villains standing beside them, like bystanders.

In the corners of the mural, there are some details, such as the black villain disassembling the white villain's limbs and then eating them.

The body of the dismantled white villain gradually turned black and eventually turned into a black villain.

"Isn't this a zombie?!" Du Qinglan's voice trembled. She stretched out her hand to touch the mural. After thinking about it, she retracted her hand and touched it with a knife.

With a click, a piece of the mural fell off due to disrepair, exposing the gray-white wall inside.

No matter how you look at it, this mural cannot be completed within a few months.

It can’t even be completed in the past few years!

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They... they predicted this zombie wave?!" Du Qinglan couldn't believe it, "Then, is this little red man the villager of this village?"

Yan Qing did not jump to conclusions easily, but motioned to Du Qinglan to read all the murals first.

Starting from the gate, the two of them looked over one by one, and the story on the mural gradually became clear.

This is not just a prophecy, but also the development process of a village.

The ancestors of the people in the village can channel spirits and are spiritual magicians. They can talk to the flying immortals from the sky. They have also received help from the gods, and the population is prosperous.

This unusual ethnic group, due to continuous intermarriage with foreign races, the strength of the villagers is getting smaller and smaller. By their current generation, they have long since lost the ability to talk to the flying immortals from outside the world, and they regard those things as ancient people.

legend.

However, what they didn't expect was that a man suddenly found them and gathered them from all over the world to build this village.

And all this is just because of a prophecy in the legend - in the near future, the world will be in chaos, corpses will be rampant, and all forces will be reshuffled.

Most of the villagers who could come to this village had some belief in the prophecy, and the man provided them with bungalows, built roads for them, and distributed daily necessities to them. The only requirement was that they were not allowed to leave the village until the prophecy came.

Arrive.

The villagers began to study prophecies and legends, and they discovered that the prophecy was not left by the flying immortals from the sky, but by their own ancestors.

The man asked them to study this matter thoroughly. Once the study is thorough, he will give countless wealth, enough for everyone in the village to live comfortably for a lifetime.

Some of the murals are not very clear. They probably didn't think about saving them after they were painted. It can be vaguely seen that the villagers have made new progress in researching prophecies.

Then there was the mural they just saw, with zombies chasing ordinary people, while the villagers stood aside quietly like bystanders.

But this is not the last mural, there are more to come.

In the penultimate mural, there are fewer and fewer white people, and gradually there are only red people and black people in the world.

In the penultimate mural, the red villains no longer just stand there, they expand rapidly, transforming all the black villains into red villains.

The red little man became the only color in the world.

"The reshuffle of power..." Du Qinglan murmured, "The final winner is the red villain and the villagers."

It was hard for her not to think of the description of intelligent zombies in the original book. In the original book, Yan Qing became wise after being injected with zombie blood, and then gradually dominated the zombies.

So are intelligent zombies just red villains?

But doesn’t this mean that Yan Qing is not the first intelligent zombie, or in other words, the first of intelligent zombies?

.The plot has nothing to do with Yan Qing’s line?

Du Qinglan fell into confusion and panic. She thought that Yan Qing was the villain boss, and because she had been in contact with him for so many days and had more or less friendship with him, she was not scared out of her mind.

But what if another force appears, even stronger than Yan Qing?

They can predict zombies and put themselves in the position of the red villain. Does this mean that they have planned a power reshuffle and become the new human beings in this world?

"That man...is he Fu Shengqian?" Du Qinglan trembled slightly as she heard her own voice, "Maybe he hasn't been squandering his property aimlessly over the years..."

"But are you paving the way for your new capital?"

A gust of cold wind hit them, and the hair on both of them stood up, and they subconsciously looked behind them.

But except for the flickering shadows of candlelight, there was nothing else.

Yan Qing glanced at the passage upstairs: "Let's go up and have a look."

"Aren't you afraid..." Du Qinglan's words stopped abruptly.

What are you afraid of?

The zombies have gone home just now. If they are intelligent zombies, they should not come out again in the short term.

As for Fu Shengqian, he should still be dominating in his base at this time, right?

Du Qinglan thought, nodded, stabilized her body, took a deep breath: "Let's go."

The corridor was a bit narrow and incompatible with the entire grand building, so Du Qinglan and Yan Qing had to walk up one after another.

Determined that there was no danger on the first floor, Du Qinglan walked behind, holding the watermelon knife in one hand and touching the wall with the other, frightened.

"Woo——"

"Ah!" Du Qinglan was startled and reached out to pull Yan Qing, but unexpectedly she reached out and slapped his buttocks. The tight buttocks made her palms numb.

Yan Qing didn't care, and turned around to see what was making the noise below, but there was still nothing on the first floor. The sound just now was like a gust of wind, coming and going without a trace.

"Sorry..." Du Qinglan trembled, "Is it the sound made by the steel bars of the building over time..."

Yan Qing shook his head: "This building will not take more than ten years to complete."

It just coincides with Fu Shengqian's "nonsense".

"Let's go up quickly, we can't use it here." Yan Qing transferred the watermelon knife to his left hand, and with his right hand, he took Du Qinglan's slightly numb hand and held it in his palm, "Hurry up." caso

The heat from the man's palm spread from his fingertips to his heart. Most of Du Qinglan's panic and fear were relieved, and her heartbeat became much more stable.

"It's okay, it's okay!" Du Qinglan muttered, "I am the builder and successor of socialism. Any weird and chaotic things are just paper tigers in front of the working people, and all ghosts that violate the core values ​​of socialism are not What a ghost..."
Chapter completed!