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Chapter 521 The choice of the pillar

Zhuzi walked in front of the young people and saw the sad and crying children.

Watching them cry, Zhuzi felt a warmth in his heart. These are the people who can really remember this village. These are the people who can remember everything that happened today. They are the hope of this village, and they are the ones in Zhuzi's heart.

real living people.

Some people are alive, but they are actually dead; some people are dead, but they live in everyone's heart.

Although many people may not remember the existence of the old village chief and these people in the past few years, Zhu Zhu believes that these children in front of him can remember everything that happened today, and tears sometimes mean nothing.

Sometimes it can represent everything. Although those tears are insignificant, they are enough to become a kind of remembrance.

Tears falling on the loess can only stir up a little bit of dust, wet a small piece of loess, and then slowly disappear, and even inadvertently, their existence cannot be seen at all.

But if it falls on someone else's heart, it's a different story.

The one who cried the most fiercely was the only girl among the six children, because the village chief was her grandfather. Although the other children also cried fiercely, some of them understood the current situation and wanted to kneel on the ground.

The crying people pulled themselves up, but their strength seemed so insignificant at this moment.

Some of the bodies of those lying on the ground were badly damaged, some were beyond recognition, and some were even more hideous and terrifying. It can be seen how unwilling they were before their death, but they were the family of these children.

, their elders, they are fearless.

Because they thought they had sent their children outside the village, they used their passion to protect the place where they were born and raised, and the people who accompany them day and night.

They never thought that they would be abandoned and become as insignificant as a stone blocking the road. Maybe they understood before they died, but they still did not run away. They are the real people in this village, living people.

!

"You! It's all you. Why are you running away? Do you know that if you were here, maybe they could trap those two monsters. Those two devils are both you, both of you!"

Seeing Zhu Zhu's arrival, the girl suddenly got up from the ground and moved towards the pillar. They all saw what happened just now and knew in their hearts what Zhu Zhu had done. He was going to get oil, not running away.

But I know it in my heart, but I still want to blame.

Although they also knew that what they were doing was a bit unreasonable, they had no way of venting the grief and anger in their hearts.

It’s painful, boring, indescribable, and I don’t know who to go to for help.

Back!

Yes, the culprits were those two zombies, those two terrifying monsters, but they didn't dare to go, and they couldn't go, because if they went, they would just turn into corpses.

"Why are you? Why don't you come back earlier? Why..."

The girl's fist fell on Zhu Zhu's body. Compared with his tall body, it seemed so weak, but that blow seemed to hit Zhu Zhu's heart. The pain was so heartbreaking that it was difficult to describe.

"I..."

Zhuzhu's throat rolled. This strong man, who usually did his duty honestly, was unable to answer at this time.

My throat seemed to be pinched by someone, and every sound I made was so harsh and difficult.

He didn't have the strength to explain, yes, if he had come back earlier, if he had never left, wouldn't things have turned out like this, and would these people have hope of living?

Even if we can't live, it's still a good thing if we all die together.

His eyes turned from hesitant to blank. The screams in the village behind him continued, becoming the background music for several people at the entrance of the village. A shrill scream cut through the sky. Zhuzi suddenly came back to his senses, and then he thought that at this time, this scene,

This is not the time when they should be sad or cry.

The killings in the village are still going on. The two zombies will return to the entrance of the village at some point. Looking at these young children, they still have consciences and good years. Their families died here for the village.

, they cannot leave their lives here.

If he doesn't care, then he is really sorry for those who have died.

"sorry..."

The pillar, whose spine had never been bent before, knelt directly on the ground at this moment. He was not admitting his mistake to the children, he was bowing his head to the dead people. No matter what the reason was, he did not die with them, it was him

The most regretful thing is also the most fortunate thing.

What he was lucky about was not that he survived, but that if he had died, he might not have found these children who were still alive and had run back, and the hope of the village would have completely disappeared.

Zhuzi's words made every child's heart tremble. They all knew that Zhuzi was not to blame for this incident, but they found it difficult to persuade him. How to persuade him?

Persuading Zhuzi? Or persuading yourself?

The children were silent, standing there a little at a loss, looking down at the ground. Those lying there were their relatives. Half a day ago, or even a few minutes ago, they were still living people, but now, they are no longer alive.

There was no chance to speak.

Can't move, can't speak, can't make any sound, the expression on his face is frozen

That was their last look a few minutes ago.

The atmosphere of sadness permeated everyone's heart. The children were a little helpless. All their relatives had turned into stiff corpses. They couldn't accept such a thing for a while. The girl who was beating the pillar just now looked at this kneeling person.

The man in front of her, the man she wanted to call uncle, raised his fist, but could no longer bring it down.

Zhuzhu raised his head again, and first glanced behind him. The village was filled with flames, and the vaguely visible figures looked miserable.

"Walk!"

Zhuzi gritted his teeth and stood up from the ground. With his thick and powerful arms, he directly held the girl in front of him on his shoulders. He walked to the boys who were bowing their heads and crying, and slapped each of them.

"Hurry up and get out of here, let's get out of here!"

The words were vulgar, and the resistance of the girl on his shoulders was so strong, but Zhuzi didn't care, turning a blind eye to the girl's cries, and led the few young men who looked like defeated roosters to quickly leave the village.

Go.

These teenagers were at a loss at this time. They were overwhelmed by the sudden change. They didn't know what to do. They were afraid. They felt that fear was everywhere. They wanted to escape, but they were so sad that it was difficult.

Self-control, if it weren't for Zhuzi's sudden action, they might have been crying silently at the entrance of the village for a long time.

Then when the two monsters returned to the village entrance, they suddenly realized that they should run away.

The girl's curses and cries echoed in the open fields, echoing the screams and cries of the people in the village, but their meanings were completely different.

Zhuzhu carried the girl and ran in the field, seeming to turn all the anger and grief into continuous waves. The boys behind him were running hard, trying to catch up with Zhuzi's footsteps, but they found that their footsteps

Still a little slow.

Zhuzi looked back at the boys and then at the village. The look in his eyes was unreadable. He ran back two steps, picked up another thin child, and then urged these children to continue running.

.

Time is life, and this sentence is particularly appropriate at this time.

After a long time, they didn't know how far they had run. Looking back, they could only barely see the still burning village.

The girl was tired of crying and fainted. The four boys seemed to have little strength left, but they were supporting and helping each other. They had no family, no village, no home, and no familiar acquaintances.

those relatives and elders.

At this time, they are shrouded in darkness. They only have each other, so they can no longer give up, even if it is just one person...


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