I was still biting into a barbecued pork bun, when my cousin shouted: "Sister, come here."

I ran over and watched him fill a bowl with half a bowl of glutinous rice. He stretched out his hand and said, "Hand."

I bit the bun obediently and stretched out my hand to him. He cut my wrist with a knife without any courtesy. I immediately screamed: "Ah!" The bun in my mouth also fell to the ground. I originally thought that

, he just pricked his fingers as usual.

I didn't expect him to be cruel and cut my wrist directly. That's an artery, and if you don't do it properly, you'll die. As I was cursing, he said, "Don't talk, or I'll carry the zombies out when they faint in a while."

I won’t leave you.”

Seeing my blood dripping into the bowl, he mixed it with chopsticks and dyed the glutinous rice red.

A soldier on the side was quite conscientious, probably from the health worker, and bandaged my hand. My cousin performed the knife quite accurately, cutting a vein, but I still got the privilege of resting aside.

When the officers arrived, my cousin and the others had already surrounded the coffin with several pieces of yellow cloth. The wall was about two meters high and the inside could not be seen.

My cousin took out an iron cage from the trunk of my car. This is a pure black dog that we spent the most money to buy yesterday.

For the sake of safety, I even went through all the fur on its body, and there was not a single stray hair. I even took a special look at the puppy. If you call me wretched, I will admit it. You know, there is a little mistake.

That means we can fill it with a few of our lives.

Uncle Li lit up the incense and walked a few steps with the compass in his hands. He shouted a few words. The posture seemed quite similar. My cousin also sat next to me and ate the buns. Because we both knew that he

It's just a showy thing, made to look good to others and collect money.

After waiting for the whole process to be over, Uncle Li asked his cousin to kill the dog. The dog probably felt something was wrong and kept barking.

My cousin had never killed a pig, but as a wild boy who grew up in the countryside, he would never be merciful in killing a dog. He did it in just a few strokes, and even received a large basin of black dog blood.

Uncle Li used a writing brush dipped in the black dog's blood to draw talismans on the yellow cloth. The two-meter-high yellow cloth looked really nice on the talisman.

My cousin was also holding a brush, but he was still holding grandpa's talisman book in his left hand, facing the painting. I looked at it and really wanted to ask, are the talismans my cousin drew useful? What if he drew it wrong?

Do it?

But with so many people looking at me, it’s hard to make trouble. I just hope that the zombie is asleep.

Now that everything is done, it’s time to open the coffin.

Uncle Li asked my cousin and I to register the birthdays and horoscopes of everyone present. There are not many people here, just a squad of soldiers, a few officers, and two handymen of unknown identities. Together we are sixteen

personal.

My cousin took a small book and counted the horoscopes in Grandpa's book. I took my mobile phone and changed the new calendar they mentioned into the lunar calendar and reported it to my cousin. Some of the soldiers were younger than me, so they usually remembered them.

It’s the New Year. The phone in my hand is buzzing. Look, even Feng Shui requires modern technology.

When I asked an officer, I just said: "Uncle, when is your birthday?"

He said a long list of Renxu or something. He said it very fast, and I didn’t even understand what it was. I was recalling the list of heavenly stems and earthly branches I saw in my cousin’s book, and I didn’t react for a while.

Then I heard my cousin say: "Okay, next one."

The officer saw that I was still confused, and smiled at me and said, "When I was young, I had my horoscopes calculated, and my dad kept the note with my horoscopes written on it. That's why I knew about it."

"Oh." I chuckled. It turns out that my cousin is so familiar with these horoscope years.

He gave Uncle Li the horoscopes of more than a dozen people. Uncle Li did the math and named a few people, saying that if their horoscopes conflicted with zombies, they would cause zombie transformation. He asked those people to turn around and get in the car without looking back. Turn the car

Drive further away.

Those few left, and Uncle Li ordered four more soldiers, also according to the eight characters. After ordering the soldiers, it was time to open the restaurant.

I specially reminded Uncle Li, my cousin, and the four soldiers who helped open the coffin to wear masks and gloves.

Why? Because the popularity is attracted by zombies, zombies will wake up. Who said that? TV said it!

I bought the masks and gloves at the boutique downstairs of our house. They were all masks from Spongebob Squarepants or Kiss Red Lips or Monster Big Mouth. A few soldiers wanted to laugh but dared not laugh. Li Shuchao

He looked at me and yelled: "Jin Zi, what kind of mask did you buy?"

I smiled crookedly. The soldiers and my cousin were all very young, and they looked just right in line with the term "cute" mentioned on the Internet today. Uncle Li couldn't do it, it was totally uncoordinated.

However, the six of them got behind the yellow cloth and made trouble for a while. No one dared to speak or laugh. They were so nervous.

I also specifically saw my cousin take the bowl of glutinous rice mixed with my blood. He said that if the zombie was awake, he would stuff it directly into his mouth.

Several exclamations came from inside, and it seemed to be right. The soldiers came out first. Each of them was so frightened that their faces turned green. A few soldiers who didn't go in asked them what happened?

The soldier said that the corpse inside was wearing a landlord's coat and a small round hat. The whole person was a corpse, but his hair was long and his nails were also long. He was a zombie!

A general yelled at them: "Shut up. This matter is top secret and no one is allowed to tell it."

The soldiers didn't dare to talk anymore. After a while, the cousin came out and called the pig butcher in.

The pig butcher was shaking all over and looked like he wanted to run away. My cousin stepped forward and kicked him, saying, "Why are you shaking? My sister didn't even shake! It's one hundred thousand yuan. After today, your house

That's enough for the down payment." For a pig butcher from this small town, one hundred thousand is indeed a lot, and he can still make one hundred thousand in one day.

The pig butcher also seemed to have exerted a lot of force, and stepped into the red cloth with the knife in hand.

After a while, my cousin came out again, commanding a few soldiers, and moved stones to build a stove. It was cloudy, but it didn't rain, so it was still possible to make a fire. He took out the big pot unique to rural areas that he brought from Uncle Li's house.

Add a pot and pour water. This place has already been connected to water pipes for the construction project.

Let the soldier help light the fire. The cousin poured the glutinous rice into the water.

I shouted over there: "Where are we cooking glutinous rice porridge?" I, the wounded man, just sat in the car and watched the fun.

My cousin rolled his eyes at me and said, "Just like we did last night, we took a bath with glutinous rice. If you are kind, just put some blood into the water. The effect will be better."

I shut up immediately. I watched him pour the bowl of glutinous rice mixed with my blood into the big pot. The water turned slightly red. I felt sick just thinking about it.

Anyway, with the yellow cloth between them, I didn’t plan to go inside to see what the zombie looked like, nor did I plan to study how many knives were used to kill the pig’s body. I lowered the seat in the car, closed the door, and put some

Music, I squinted my eyes and fell asleep. I didn't dare to really fall asleep. If something went wrong, for example, the zombie jumped out of the yellow cloth, I could start the car and run away immediately.

A soldier brought lunch to us. They knocked on the car window and handed it to me. I didn't eat it, and I couldn't eat it. I thought about my blood cooking porridge in the pot, who could eat it?

Finally the pig butcher came out, and the fire under the pot was turned off. The glutinous rice water was poured into a large plastic bucket. Mixed with cold water, the whole pig butcher was immersed in it. That kind of plastic bucket is exactly the same.

He said it was a large vat. He also ordered the butcher to soak it for an hour before coming out. When the water was cold, he asked the soldiers to heat it and then add more water.

Uncle Li and his cousin put down the yellow cloth and covered the coffin... well... it was probably a pile of bones. Then they poured gasoline on it and burned it.

It was a cloudy day with no wind, and there was no worry about causing a fire. Uncle Li took the black dog's body and threw it into the fire. His cousin shouted: "Oh, that dog can still be eaten." You know, we went to buy a dog.

I was often looked down upon by others, but now I cook it like this. Dog meat is a delicacy here.

Well, dog fans just pretend they didn’t see these sentences.

Uncle Li lit up his cigarette and didn't say anything. We watched from the outside, and although we didn't think much of it, Uncle Li actually watched the zombie being dismembered inside. The visual impact was definitely not small.

After seeing that everything was burned to nothing but ashes, Uncle Li told the officer that it was okay. The feng shui of this place has been destroyed by this zombie. If the military base is still here, it is best to invite stone lions at the door.

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We don’t have anything to clean up. We don’t want any of those pots or bowls. The soldiers can throw them away wherever they like. But the pig-killer can’t throw them away too. According to Uncle Li’s instructions, the pig-butcher will be thrown away in the future.

He changed his profession. This time he had used up all his yang energy and murderous energy. If he killed pigs again, his life would be shortened. He also gave the pig-killer a thick red envelope on the spot. Only then did my cousin and I realize that it turned out that

Uncle Li had already received the red envelope from the officer before we arrived.

Finally, the officer invited us to dinner. The pig-butcher got 100,000 yuan, and he felt better and kept drinking. The old officer also specifically told us that this matter was considered a secret and not to be told.

Even if he doesn't explain it, we won't tell it. Even if we tell it, will anyone believe it? It would be weird to reply.

Although Uncle Li also smiled, he didn't look very happy. My cousin and I ate heartlessly. Finally, we volunteered to send Uncle Li home after drinking.

As soon as Uncle Li got into our car, my cousin and I asked at the same time: "How much did you charge?"

Uncle Li can give you 100,000 yuan for killing pigs, so he definitely got a lot. Uncle Li didn't drink much to begin with, and when we asked this question, he suddenly became sober. He quickly took out the small book and turned it over to us.

He collected 120,000 yuan, including 100,000 yuan for killing pigs. He reimbursed us more than 700 yuan for buying things, leaving only 12,000 yuan. And the three of us can’t share it equally, respecting the old man. His six

Thousand, three thousand for each of us.

When we got off the bus, my cousin was still counting his three thousand yuan and said: "In the future, it would be better to find some rich second generation to cheat money. After three days of busy work and fear, I only made three thousand yuan."

It seems that his cousin's fifteen thousand gave him a bad breath, and he is still thinking about it.
Chapter completed!