The dark mountains on both sides stretched through, like a giant beast looking down at the earth in the night. The cool breeze of early autumn kept pouring in from the car window, making the eardrums whirring. But Yan Weizi had no intention of closing the car window at all. If there were no these cool breezes, she would probably have to lie on the steering wheel and fall asleep.

Now she was holding a cigarette in her mouth, with an indignant expression on her face - anyone who was urgently recalled during her vacation, her expression on her face was not very good. What's more, she had just watched the seventh season of "The Walking World", but she was about to drive over mountains and rivers in the night... This made her unable to help but remember the scene of zombies suddenly rushing onto the road at night in the TV series.

The headlights were on the road, and white road signs rushed over one by one. The sleepiness and tobacco made her a little dizzy, so she frowned and freed her right hand to stop the burning cigarette.

Unexpectedly, when Wei Wei looked at the ash box on her face and raised her head, a figure appeared on the road ahead!

The speed of more than 90 miles cannot be stopped just by stopping, not to mention that the person seemed to be stumbled down from the hillside next to him, and in the blink of an eye he sent him to the front of the front of the car.

On such a night, in such a mountainous area, who would have thought that such a person would appear on the road? She had only had time to see the person's ragged clothes under the lights, and she felt the car body tremble suddenly - the man flew out so far, hit the roadside guardrail, and turned four or five.

Blood rushed to his head, and his sleepiness disappeared in an instant. She quickly turned on the steering wheel and stepped on the brakes. The small "Zhulong Fengxing" drifted across the body forty-five degrees before stopping.

At this time, she felt her fingertips were numb and her legs were not in control. After she had a little strength, she hurriedly pushed open the car door and planned to check if the person was breathing. In fact, what she was thinking about now was what she should do - she hit the person at such a speed, and she saw that the person's head hit the ground first - she was dead.

But the next moment, all the passionate blood that had just rushed to her head fell to her feet. She felt cold all over, and her hand on the car door could no longer push it away even a millimeter...

The headlights were still on, reflecting a long blood stain on the ground. The blood stains extended from the middle of the road to the guardrail in the distance. At the end was the person who had just been knocked away. However, the person who was "dead" in Yan Weizi's heart was slowly sitting up. He first held his head with his hand and sent it forward, and the side face that had originally slid to his back came up.

A "kick" sounded far away from the night.

In fact, the arm was not intact. Although the light did not shine directly on him, he could still see his left arm turning back in a strange posture with the faint light. However, the man fixed his left arm with his right hand and then used another force - with another "click", his left arm was also broken.

Blood flowed out like a stream, and a winding trace rushed out on the ground.

The scenes in "The Walking Corpse" that Yan Weizi watched in the middle of the night were overwhelming into her mind - what else can explain the matter in front of her except the TV series?

She stood there for two seconds, then bowed and got back into the car. Regardless of her head, she trembled from the car storage box and took out her gun and put on the magazine. Her usual flowing movements are now as unfamiliar as a new rookie. She pushed the magazine in three times before loading it up and loading it into the safety.

Then he held the gun in his hand and walked through the windshield. He waited until he saw the man standing up staggeringly, then gritted his teeth and drilled out of the car door, pointing the gun at him: "Are you...are you human? You..."

She felt that her voice was quite shrill, as if she was scraping a blackboard with iron sheets.

The gun was shaking violently - it took a lot of effort to point it at the head of the man in the dark light. At this time, the man had turned his face, and the blood on his head covered his face, and he could only barely see a contour clearly.

She screamed, "Speak, speak quickly!"

The man stood there, looked at her quietly for a while, and finally made a sound: "...Be careful when driving."

"It hurts very much." Then he arched, limped down the slope, and walked into the dark bushes on the side of the road.

Yan Weizi opened his eyes wide and stood there in a daze, his heartbeat as if he was about to pop out of his chest. Even he could hear the "dongdongdongdong" sound. After a while, she swallowed her saliva, chased the man in the direction of disappearing like a dream, shouting: "Come back, come back! I'll take you to the hospital!"

However, only the layers of echoes of the valley and the cool autumn wind responded to her.

She shouted for a while, but she still had no courage to chase into the forest. It was not until the cold sweat on her body was blown cold by the wind that she felt fear again. She hurried back into the car, stepped on the accelerator, and drove away from this nightmare land.

Li Zhen dragged his left leg slowly to the edge of a small river that was about to dry up before sitting on the ground with difficulty.

Although the blood on his body stopped, the itchy feeling like the heart-wrenching when the wound grew flesh... What's more, it was not just one wound. The hole on his left eyelid was so uncomfortable that he wanted to yell - it seemed like a centipede was lying on his face and kept drilling into his eyes.

He didn't dare to scratch his teeth - he had done this before, but the wound that was scratched had to grow again, and he still remembered the discomfort again and again.

But no matter what, it was much better than the time I was in the grave. At that time, I couldn't even move, so I let the new granulation wrap the gravel and mud into my body, and then squeeze it out for a long time.

When he thought of the grave, he thought of Yu Qingqing.

When the earthquake was over... it was summer. It was autumn now.

I don't know if that little girl survived.

The graves were shaken open at the beginning, not to mention the brick and tiled houses in the countryside. He lay in the soil he had been digging out for nearly a month before he crawled away before the people who came to clean up the scene arrived. At that time, his legs had not yet grown up, and he was really fragile. In the evening, he finally climbed to the house that Yu Qingqing mentioned, but found that it had become a ruin, and even the people who were rescued from the disaster were almost gone.

This farewell, even if it is not the separation between yin and yang, it can be considered a far end. There are so many people in China, where can he find a little girl who has never seen her face before.

What's more, he wanted to go home first. It's hard to explain why he was resurrected from the dead, and he never thought about how to explain it. He just wanted to go home first and meet his parents first. Let's talk about the subsequent things later.

However, his hometown is far away from the city, so he never went back. He only knew that he should have been walking south... but he didn't know which road to follow. He had only barely improved his health two days ago, but he was hit again today.

He soaked his feet in the cold water, and his thoughts never stopped. He glanced at his parents' faces, and then passed by Zhang Kesong's figure. He even remembered that the college entrance examination is over now... If he repeats his year of study, can he still be admitted to the Beijing Imperial College?

He sat by the ditch all night, and it was not until dawn that he felt much lighter. The extremely serious damage at night had almost healed himself, leaving only blood scabs after blood.

Li Zhen stood up on the ground, took off the things, washed his face with the water in the ditch, and then half full with cold water.

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Thanks to the book friend, the uncle who is Ben San, and the evaluation ticket for Muran blue shirt~
Chapter completed!