Nowadays, the old Taoist is a little frightened by Duanmuqing. This sissy-like guy really has a problem with his sexual orientation!
Especially now that guy is still smiling at me, and that smile seems extremely lewd to the old man, making his scalp tingle for a while.
Duanmuqing hated Lao Dao very much, and even felt disgusted when he saw that guy, but it was different now, because the boiling blood in Lao Dao was really extremely tempting to him.
Duanmuqing stood up and walked back to the yard, because he was afraid that if he stayed any longer, he would really bite his neck and suck his blood clean.
Duanmuqing, who was sitting in the yard, covered the wound on his neck with his hand and was in a daze. He knew that he had been bitten by the zombie and had been poisoned by the corpse poison. He had to deal with it and extract the corpse poison from his body.
If you continue like this, I'm afraid you will really gradually lose your true nature.
But now is not the time, because this place is dangerous for him, and Big Ears hasn't come back yet, so he can only wait.
Not long after, a sweaty old man came in.
Although it was tiring to dig holes for himself, the old Taoist did not dare to have any objections, because the current Duanmuqing made the old Taoist feel a little scared, and the old Taoist did not want to turn into a gay at his age.
Looking at the old Taoist who came in, Duanmuqing couldn't help but take a deep breath, and a trace of greed flashed across his face.
After exercising, the energy and blood in Lao Dao's body became even more boiling, and the smell of fresh blood made Duanmu Qing almost go crazy.
Duanmuqing couldn't bear it anymore and stood up suddenly.
His action startled the old Taoist, and he quickly took two steps back, full of vigilance. The old Taoist was a little worried, is this sissy going to force himself?
But Duanmuqing ignored him at all, and walked out, leaving a cold message: "I'm going to find Big Ear, you stay here alone and don't run around!"
After Duanmuqing finished speaking, he ran out directly.
He is worried, worried that if he stays here any longer, he may really be unable to control himself and hug that wretched old guy to suck blood, so he must leave here!
Duanmuqing walked outside and raised his head and took a deep breath. There was an indescribable smell floating in the air.
This smell is unique to zombies, and I also have this smell at this time.
Duanmuqing glanced towards the village, no longer hesitated, and walked directly over. He knew that where the zombies were, I must be there.
At this time, Lao Dao was the only one left in the yard. The night wind blew by, causing the leaves to rustle.
The old Taoist felt a chill coming from the back of his neck and couldn't help but shrink his neck.
"Damn, this ghost place is quite scary!" Lao Tao spat on the ground and felt his scalp was a little numb.
Looking at the dark night sky outside, the old man put his hand into his crotch and soon took out a piece of talisman paper.
Although the talisman smelled of his own urine, the old man still took a deep breath with a look of intoxication on his face.
He knew the power of this talisman. It was something that saved his life. Now that he had the talisman in his hand, the old man suddenly felt a little more at ease.
I walked out of the toilet, and the sound of conversation was still ringing in the living room in front of me. It was the voice of two men. It was obvious that they were both drunk.
I walked to the window and looked inside, and sure enough I saw two drunk men talking and laughing.
The wine bottles on the ground and the current state of the two men showed that they had drunk too much.
I glanced at the man sitting in the main seat in the room, and I was a little surprised. He seemed to be about forty years old. I had never seen him before, but that face felt familiar to me.
I looked him over, and with a sudden movement in my heart, I finally understood where my sense of familiarity came from, because this man looked a bit like that old guy!
I took a closer look and found that there were indeed many similarities between the two people's facial features. This man was most likely the old man's son!
Thinking of this, I couldn't understand even more. What was that old guy doing with that zombie, running to his son's house in the middle of the night, and killing his son's guests?
The two men inside were still drinking and chatting. I sniffed and suddenly smelled a strong smell of blood. The source of the smell was in the next room, which should be the bedroom.
At this time, the door of the room was ajar, and it was pitch dark inside.
I frowned, walked to the door, reached out and pushed the door open.
Standing at the door, the smell of blood was even stronger, almost hitting my face.
I walked into the room and there was a sticky feeling under my feet, as if I had stepped on something sticky.
I reached out, touched the switch on the wall, and turned on the light.
Turning on the light, I turned my head and looked inside. When I saw the scene inside clearly, even I couldn't help but gasp.
There was a bed in the room, and two people were lying on the bed, a middle-aged woman and a little boy about seven or eight years old.
However, both of them were already dead at this time, their bodies were exaggeratedly distorted, as if they had suffered extremely painful torture during their lives, and their death was extremely miserable.
At this time, the two women were lying on the bed with their heads hanging down on the edge of the bed. Their necks were bloody and bloody. Their necks were almost bitten off, and blood kept dripping on the ground.
I took a breath and stepped forward to check the two corpses. If there were no accidents, they were also killed by the zombie.
Looking at the miserable scene in the room, I became more and more confused as to what was going on.
This is the home of the old man's son. The mother and son who died on the bed should be his daughter-in-law and grandson. Why did the old man let the zombie harm them?
"Why is the third guy so stained when he goes to the toilet? Let me go and take a look." Following the sound, the door of the living room was opened, and a man who was walking a little staggeringly walked towards the toilet.
I hid in the room and didn't move. After all, this was someone else's home, and someone was dead. If someone discovered it, I would definitely not be able to explain it.
The man walked to the toilet door and walked in.
"Third brother, why the hell are you still peeing? Is there something wrong with your prostate? If it doesn't work, go to the men's department. If you're like this before you even get married, what can you do next?"
The man found the person in the toilet, but he didn't find him dead yet.
At this moment, a black shadow appeared quietly at the door of the toilet. It looked vaguely like a human figure, but it was hunched over and a little rickety.
When I saw the black figure, before I had time to react, it swished into the toilet.
Then there was a muffled groan from the toilet, and then a plop, like something fell to the ground!
