"Shit!"

Zhang Xiaoping sucked his nose twice, his face slightly changed. He instinctively felt something was wrong, so he raised his hand and told the two of them not to come over, and walked in alone.

He raised his hand gently, went past the stove, pushed open the room, and suddenly shivered and almost screamed!

There is a spacious big room inside, with a tea table facing the door, two Grandmaster chairs, and a dry old man like rotten sweet potato sitting on the Grandmaster chair!

The old man was wearing coarse clothes and legs tied, and was putting his hands on the handrail, tilting his head and opening his mouth, looking up at the beam of the house. A melon-skinned hat that could only be seen in the Qing Dynasty was buckled on his head, and the gray-white head in his ears was scattered like weeds.

What’s strange is that the end came out of the temples and grew outward in a diffuse shape. Although it was spiral and curly, it still looked very messy and mixed. The open mouth had never been closed. The clothes and skin on the body were covered with thick dust, so you could see the figure and look!

A mummy!

The mummy sitting on the Grand Master’s chair!

Zhang Xiaoping's heart was rumbling when he saw the mummy. He didn't go in, but stood at the door and glanced at it for a while, then closed the door, locked it, and quickly retreated.

He walked to the other side, pushed open the door to the west room, and as the door shaft squeaked a few times, another cloud of dust came down.

The house here is fine, it looks like a pile of miscellaneous items. When Zhang Xiaoping saw that there were no corpses inside, he felt a little relieved.

"Come in, let's make do with it here today. I'll remember it clearly for me. Don't go to that room!"

"What's wrong with that house?"

"There is a dead man in that room!"

"What are you afraid of when you die? Isn't it okay to carry it out?"

"Go to you, see if that can be lifted?" Zhang Xiaoping's face changed. He gritted his teeth and stood with his eyebrows and gestured to him with his hands. The head of his temples was long horizontally, and the fingernails exposed in his sleeves were so long! You don't know what this thing is?!"

When the two guys heard this, they changed their faces. After looking at each other, they opened their mouths in unison, "Zongzi?!"

Zhang Xiaoping nodded suddenly, "I recognized it at a glance. The one inside is the village chief! I don't know what happened, but I died in the house for some reason, without even a mourning person! I've been dead for a while now!"

"Damn it! It's that old man! That should be dead!" A guy couldn't help but spat, as if he had a deep hatred.

"Okay, okay, okay, let's say a few words! The dead are the most important, so leave some verbal virtue! What's more, we are still on other people's territory now!" Zhang Xiaoping said, entering the house first, "Go and get some water, clean up the place, and at least let's talk about it after tonight!"

"Hey!" The two guys nodded, put down their things, tied the donkey to the yard, found firewood from the shed and placed it on the stove, and after smoky and fire, they boiled the hot water.

I brought a lot of food when I entered the mountain, and I was hungry now. A guy took out the noodles and cooked them. Chen Fan came back when he was more than halfway through.

There is no one in the village and there is no need to continue disguising himself. Chen Fan no longer pretends to be a woman. He returns to his usual appearance and looks much more pleasing. He is also carrying two reed chickens in his hand. Both of them are male and very lively. He is not idle on the way back to Chen Fan and is slapping.

"Oh? Where did you catch it?" Zhang Xiaoping was very happy and hurried over and took the rooster in his hand.

"I caught it at the village head and squatted on the wall. There are several. I thought it was not the same as eating canned noodles all day long. I took it back to satisfy my cravings." Chen Fan looked around and said, "This yard is not small, it's a big family!"

"The village chief's house!"

“Is it really good to live in someone else’s house?”

"It's okay, he didn't object."

"How do you know that people don't object?"

"The person is sitting in the house!"

Chen Fan was stunned, then went over to push the door, and was startled when he looked up. He looked carefully for a long time and closed the door, "This is a fucking rice dumpling! You didn't touch him!"

"I didn't even dare to enter the house! Think about it, what if this arouses the corpse and transform it?"

Zhang Xiaoping said, handing the two chickens to the client to clean up, squatted beside the stove pit and poked firewood, while fiddling with them, saying to Chen Fan, "There is something wrong in this village. I was wondering if there was something sick? His family is a big family in the village. When the person died, no one dealt with the body?"

"It's possible, but don't be too scared. I've walked around and didn't have anything scary. We don't live here either. I'll pack up my things tomorrow morning and leave quickly."

"Um."

Zhang Xiaoping nodded, "It's better to have less than more things, and I think so too."

"When did you last come?"

"It's been more than two years ago."

"Can things still be there after so long?"

"Yes! Sure, sure! Don't worry, no one knows about this, it's definitely okay!"

Chen Fan nodded.

It takes some time to stew chicken, Chen Fan and the others have to wait. The guys are very diligent and don’t have to worry about Chen Fan. This guy pushed open the door of the east house and went in with nothing to do. He covered his mouth and nose with a towel and checked the old rice dumpling in the room.

The zombies are most afraid of encountering popularity. When the pissed off a living person, they would immediately stir up a corpse. After all, Chen Fan was a professional. After squatting in front of the zombies and checking them carefully, he suddenly felt that the corpse was a little strange.

This man died while sitting.

His head was leaning back and his mouth was wide open, so he could stuff a small potato. Looking at his hand, his five fingers were hunched over, and his fingers were as if they were cramping. At first glance, you could tell that this guy must be in pain when he died.

It was very painful and died on the chair again. This was an unreasonable thing. Put yourself in the shoes of the people. If a normal person dies by enduring suffering and pain, he will definitely struggle before he dies. If he struggles, he will roll. If he rolls, he will definitely not sit on the chair.

How can a person roll on a chair? He will definitely not roll on.

He was in pain but did not roll but died in a chair!

This shows that although this person died in pain, he might die soon, and he might not even have the chance to roll.

But after a closer examination, no obvious wounds appeared on the zombie's body.

There are no signs of blunt weapon strikes, no signs of sharp blades, no obvious external injuries, nor are they strangled to death.

Is it poison?
Chapter completed!