MTL - The Villain Just Wants To Make Money-Chapter 177 The King of Zombies Attacks in the Last Days (13)

Although I have been reminded by Xie Gu, physical difficulties cannot be overcome by overcoming them. After all, some things cannot be overcome by will alone—

Just like most people still vomit on zombies.

When Yao Yuanwu was thrown to the ground by Zhu Jin, he had just vomited for the third time, and his bones were like falling apart.

How can these zombies run so wildly! ! He even carried him up the tree and jumped around!

He supported the tree next to him and tried to stand up, the other finger pointed at Zhu Jin tremblingly and wanted to accuse: "You can't... wow..."

As soon as he said a few words, he began to vomit for the fourth time.

Zhu Jin said: "If I don't carry you, I will be like that."

He raised his finger and pointed to the group of guys behind who were carried by the intermediate zombies. The intermediate zombies did not have the intelligence level of the advanced zombies. Was directly vomited.

Only high-level zombies whose IQs are already at the level of normal human beings will be spared.

Yao Yuanwu spit out the acid water in his stomach, and finally wiped the corner of his mouth angrily: "Then why is Xiang Rui so good!"

Xiang Rui was carried by the female zombie, Ge Shu. She was standing upright at the moment, her waist was not sore and her legs were not weak, and she was staring in amazement.

Disdain appeared on Zhu Jin's face: "You want to be hugged by the princess too?"

Yao Yuanwu's face turned a little green, and just as he was about to say it was not impossible, Zhu Jin snorted again, and tapped his finger on his pale cheek: "Can you consider the age difference before saying this? How old is Sister Ge Shu? How old am I? How old are you?"

Probably because it is a zombie, Zhu Jin's skin is not so elastic, and a small primer was pressed down on his face, like a pear vortex. The cuteness of young people.

Yao Yuanwu just wanted to ask Zhu Jin who is a human and who is a zombie. Seeing Zhu Jin's childish face, he suddenly couldn't say those words.

He is in his fifties and has a young grandson. He is one or two years old. He is naughty and cute. Before the end of the world, he was so busy with work that he couldn't visit often. Until now, there are no jobs. Yao Yuanwu's son and daughter-in-law, together with The milk doll who was still trembling while walking had all died at the hands of zombies.

If the little grandson can grow up, maybe he will be a young man in the wind in ten years.

And the high-level zombie that looks like a teenager in front of him, before being infected, should be just an ordinary person, an ordinary teenager who should have many close friends, can enjoy the care of his family instinctively, and could have a bright future.

However, Zhu Jin didn't notice that Yao Yuanwu's nose was a little red, because he had already walked towards the people who were still throwing up, frowned and started to keep accounts.

"One piece of clothes, one pound of gold."

"These pants can't be worn anymore, two pounds of gold."

"The eyeballs are also dirty, five pounds."

"This is okay, just a little bit on the gauze, half a catty."

"The boss said that this is a treasure land of feng shui. Now it's dirty with your vomit. The cleaning fee is one pound of gold per person."

"Don't worry, you have to pay for every vomit."

Yao Yuanwu: …

He felt that he was wrong, even if this high-level zombie was an ordinary teenager before, he was already the second generation of Zhou Paipi after Xie Gu's ears and eyes!

Look how smooth and natural the gesture of asking for money is! Not at all ordinary! !

In the end, Xiang Rui and a few other water-type power users used their powers to clean up the ground. These talents were exempted from paying an extra pound of gold for the clean-up fee, but even so, everyone felt that their kidneys were kind of compromised. The feeling of being hollowed out.

After feeling a little more comfortable, Yao Yuanwu said, "Where's Mr. Xie?"

The zombies only brought them here, and they shed their bones faster than them, and they disappeared long ago.

Zhu Jin was still keeping accounts, and took out a small notebook from his arms to write and draw, but did not answer them.

Ge Shu replied coldly: "Boss, he said that the taste here is too much, so he will come up in a while."

...so do zombies still mind this?

Xiang Rui said, "Instead of worrying about this, let's take a look below."

She seemed to be amazed: "It's too shocking."

They are now standing on a hillside, probably halfway up Lanchun Mountain, not the side facing Jiujiang Town, so if you look down...

Someone walked up the **** and looked down.

[The land is flat and spacious, the houses look like, and there are fertile fields, beautiful ponds, mulberry and bamboo. Qian Mo traffic, chickens and dogs hear each other. Among them, the exchanges, the clothes, and the clothes of men and women are all like outsiders. Yellow hair down, and happy. 】

Tao Yuanming's "Peach Blossom Spring" in the Eastern Jin Dynasty has been circulated through the ages, and countless literati tourists want to find the Peach Blossom Spring in their dreams. However, the reason why the Peach Blossom Spring has become everyone's dream is precisely because it is so perfect that it will not exist in the world, so the Peach Blossom Spring has become The pronoun of beauty is the untouchable dream where the soul rests, but when the dream wakes up, it is still a helpless reality.

And this is even more unattainable in the apocalypse where life is at stake.

But now, people who stand on this hillside and see the scene below are beginning to doubt the above perception.

Below is a small valley, the land is fairly level, there are oxen ploughing the field, and a few people are bending over to plant seedlings, a small building with two or three floors has been built, and the gurgling stream almost runs through the valley. In the end, it merged into a lake, sparkling ripples in the sunlight in the distance, a group of ducks and geese swimming comfortably on the lake, and a fierce one pierced down and then came up to be a fish.

There were two or three pedestrians on the road, most of them carrying a burden, hurriedly rushing in some direction.

The trees are thick and shaded, and the birds' chirping is crisp and clear, and it reaches my ears.

Yao Yuanwu murmured in a trembling voice: "Is this the legendary Peach Blossom Spring?"

Except for the slightly modernized facilities such as the tractor with the roaring engine in the distance and the lights on the house, it seems to be no different from the description in that paragraph.

But soon he knew the difference.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh ah ah

Bian Wenshan's expression froze: "Someone was attacked?!"

There was a faint khaki light flickering on his hand, and he was ready to shoot.

Ge Shu moved and patted Bian Wenshan's hand: "Be honest."

Bian Wenshan was a little anxious, but he knew that he couldn't beat Ge Shu, and this was still a zombie territory, so he could only shut his mouth, but his eyes were still angry.

Zhu Jin had a strange look on his face: "It's not what you think, just look at it."

Moments later the screaming sound came nearer, accompanied by strange rubbing noises and... clucking noises? Sounds like... chicken.

In the next instant, a woman with blonde hair and blue eyes rushed out from the hidden bushes, her head and body were all covered with swirling chicken feathers, and she looked back as she rushed forward, as if some man-eating monster was chasing: "I said it! I really don't have it anymore! Stop chasing after you! Do you think you can be the boss without the boss?!"

Immediately following the high-pitched cry of giggle, a few big fat roosters chased out!

The woman was still screaming, "Christopher! No more food for today!"

...The case is solved, the monsters don't eat people, they eat chicken feed. Bian Wenshan looked at Ge Shu's hand on his wrist: "...So, Christopher, is it a chicken?"

Ge Shu nodded and affirmed: "Christopher is Clara's favorite chicken. The breed chicken is very expensive, so Clara gave Christopher the same surname as hers."

Bian Wenshan: ...the surname is the same as the goddess horse, don't think I don't know that the names of the people in the E area are not the same as ours.

At this time, Clara finally saw that there were a lot of strangers here, but she didn't have time to distinguish too many, she just subconsciously found the one she was most familiar with: "Xiao Jin! Come and help me!! Christopher pecked me again. !"

At this time, the big **** and a series of slightly smaller fat chickens have also crashed into the crowd!

Zhu Jin sighed and stood up, his eyes deepened.

- When the zombies deliberately release their momentum, the surrounding creatures will have an unconscious sense of threat. Humans will stand up, and animals with slightly lower intelligence will not dare to move, or just run away.

Although this function can only be used to suppress chickens, ducks, geese, pigs, horses and cattle here in Xiegu.

Clara threw herself behind Zhu Jin, and didn't feel ashamed at all: "Xiao Jin! Hurry up! Beat Christopher! He is spoiled!"

This Zhu Jin can't accept it. After all, in front of so many "big men", beating a chicken is indeed a bit of a loss of face for his Wang.

He sighed: "Sister Clara, where's your whip?"

Clara said confidently: "I lost it when I just ran!"

Zhu Jin spread his hands: "Then I can't help it."

He gestured with his fists: "Without these, with my strength, I'm afraid that your Christopher will die with one punch. Could it be that you want me to use my teeth? Let him also become a zombie chicken? Avoid the fate of being caught? "

...which still sounds a little tragic.

Clara frowned: "Okay, then I'll take it back for a lesson, don't move, I'm afraid it will peck me again later."

She ran to Christopher and picked it up. It happened that Christopher was cowardly at Xiang Rui's feet. When Clara went to pick it up, it took some effort to grab the cowardly chicken from the ground.

She casually broke a branch and was about to take Christopher to the back of the grove, ignoring Yao Yuanwu and others the whole time, and was very happy.

However, just as Clara was about to walk away, Xiang Rui suddenly grabbed her hand, looked directly at Clara's wound for a moment, then raised her head suddenly, her eyes shocked: "Are you a human?!"

Only humans have bright red blood!

Monk Clara Zhang Er was puzzled: "Otherwise? Am I still a zombie?"

She mumbled, "If it's a zombie, then it's fine, so you don't need to sign this **** contract." Then she reacted with hindsight: "Are you the guests the boss said?"

Zhu Jin and Ge Shu both nodded.

Clara cut a sigh: "I thought you were the unlucky newly caught by the boss. I said why so many, there are actually dozens of them."

Carrying Christopher, she seemed to mutter to herself: "The shame of the family can't be exposed, Christopher should take it back and beat him."

"Xiaojin, remember to help me drive these chickens back."

Looking at Clara's back leisurely disappearing into the woods, Xiang Rui and the others' eyes were mixed with confusion and shock - this Clara is a real human being, although she was cursing, it was clear that she liked the life here very much.

Otherwise, there would be no fluctuations after realizing their identities, and it would not be very natural to say "the shame of the family cannot be made public" - she felt that this was home.

"Zhu Jin, you can go back," Xie Gu's figure appeared at an unknown time, smiling at Xiang Rui and the others from not far away, "I don't know what you all think about me here?"

The author has something to say: It's finally over! There are a few points in this chapter that I almost wrote myself crying...

"Peach Blossom Spring" is too suitable here, so although in my imagination, this world should not have Mr. Wuliu, but I still use it~

See you tomorrow