The rising sun was rising, and as soon as the 4S store opened, customers broke the threshold.

The security guards have live ammunition, and they must not only check the customers entering the store for suspected infection, but also beware of zombies that jump from the roadside from time to time.

Zombies are rampant, the service life of vehicles is greatly shortened, and the car market is suddenly in short supply. Fortunately, the 4S store has sufficient inventory. As long as citizens can enter the store safely, they can buy cars steadily.

The exhibition hall was crowded, and almost every model was surrounded by buyers. If you want to sit in and try it, you have to queue up. The only place, that is, the northeast corner of the hall, is a little deserted.

A purple beetle is displayed there.

There were only two male customers standing next to him, one was taller, taller and extremely handsome. Few men would have long hair that they would have. They didn't feel otherwise, but instead had a temperament. The other was a little shorter than him, but they were also young and handsome, youthful and energetic.

Extraordinary handsome, looking at the purple beetle, with an obsessive look.

Young and handsome, rolling his eyes almost turned into the sky.

"Beautiful." Meng Zhang thought for a long time and only wanted to get this word.

Ding Xiaoche was desperate: "Your aesthetic is too distorted."

Meng Zhang turned to look at him.

Ding Xiaoche swallowed: "You, what do you think of me?"

Meng Zhang's lips raised slightly, his smile was light, like the breeze and the bright moon: "Beautiful is beautiful, not as beautiful as you."

Ding Xiaoche: "..."

"Shopping Guide--" Ding Xiaoche finally surrendered to Tianyan Siyu.

I am not afraid of the God without aesthetics, but I am afraid of the God opening my mouth.

The two paid on the spot and picked up the car on the spot. Soon, they drove back to Ding Xiaoche's house in the purple beetle.

Although the wood has been done, Ding Xiaoche still complained all the way until he entered the house, and he was still murmured: "Celebrity red, mint green, borneol blue, macaron powder, lavender purple... The car you bought can get a tropical fruit basket in the color!"

Meng Zhang was changing his shoes, but he was stunned when he heard this: "Tropical...fruit basket?"

"It's just a pile of colorful tropical fruits placed in the basket," Ding Xiaoche said while comparing, "It's piled up into hills, full of enthusiasm..."

Meng Zhang was still confused: "How is the difference between tropical fruits and fruits in the fruit shop downstairs?"

Ding Xiaoche couldn't describe it, so he simply drew it with paper and pen: "This one is called mango, yellow and orange, and there is no one in the fruit shop downstairs!"

Meng Zhang looked at the painting that looked like a pebbles, but it was still difficult to have a specific image of this tropical fruit.

Ding Xiaoche looked at his work and was a little hard to describe. Finally, he sighed: "I had known I had taken a photo with my phone," he looked at Meng Zhang a little sorry, "Those outsiders didn't bring real things, they just looked at the album of mobile phones and chatted. I took a look."

A foreigner, that is, a person who appears in this city at a certain time every day.

Meng Zhang and Ding Xiaoche said that if you meet a strange object on a foreigner or hear something they say, try to write it down as much as possible. It may be useful, or useless. Anyway, life is idle, and the two of them will think about it together, and there will be more fun.

That being said, there is no need to be serious about everything and remember everything. But obviously, Ding Xiaoche was concerned about it and felt sorry for not doing his best.

He was so serious that he was almost stupid. This was the most worrying thing about Ding Xiaoche.

But it is also the cutest place.

Meng Zhang hooked the person up and skillfully stole a kiss.

Ding Xiaoche was stunned and didn't react for a long time.

Meng Zhang thought about it and kissed him again.

Ding Xiaoche's face turned red, but he was always stubborn: "You, why are you kissing me?"

Meng Zhang hugged the man, his head against his head, and there was a faint sandalwood all over his body, which made people unconsciously peaceful and quiet: "Thank you for letting me choose a car."

Ding Xiaoche muttered: "You were originally spending money..."

"No," Meng Zhang corrected him, "every copper I spend now is your money."

Ding Xiaoche: "..."

"I said that day, from now on--" Meng Zhang pulled the two a little distance away, brows to eyebrows, eyes to eyes, solemnly looked into the depths of Ding Xiaoche's eyes, and swearing sovereignty, "My incense money belongs to you, you, me."

...

God Meng Zhang did not remember the incident before the soul left his body.

It was one day five years ago that he suddenly broke away from the shackles of the god statue and his soul was free, and he began to have memories. In the following year, although he was still in the Three Church Hall and had not yet left, he probably pieced together this world from the chats of the "pilgrims".

This is a city where zombies are rampant.

Zombies will bite people, and those bitten will be infected or even die. The pilgrims’ mission is to escort the vaccine to the central hospital.

His mission is to bless these pilgrims.

As long as someone discovers his statue and burns incense, countless weapons and objects will immediately appear in his mind, as if they were rooted there thousands of years ago. He just needs to choose two of them and give them to the other party.

Life passed by more than 300 days in an orderly manner.

Ding Xiaoche is here.

It was a rainy night, and the guy tied up rice dumplings fell into the Sanjia Temple with a "bang".

The four pilgrims kicked him in. After entering the hall, they still didn't give up and took a few more kicks on him.

The person lying on the ground has no power to fight back, but can say: "I borrow your car, and you will hit me, repay your kindness with grudges, and go to the eighteen levels of hell--"

Meng Zhang, who was floating in the air, was speechless for him. At this time, he cursed, except for being stupid, and could not find the second word to describe it.

Sure enough, the four of them became even more angry and kicked more fiercely: "Why don't you say that you are joking the horn to attract zombies? Ah? I almost died on the river embankment road-"

The person who was kicked was so painful that he hummed, but he just refused to give in: "I told you to give the car to you. I want to go home. I don't want to go to the north of the city. Why don't you let me go!"

There are always grudges among pilgrims. At most, several teams are fighting together, which is spectacular. Therefore, Meng Zhang is not surprised by this kind of situation.

Turning around, he was about to float back to the statue of the god behind the wall, waiting for the search, and a cold snorted Meng Zhang to stop.

"Fourth brother, you are quarrel with an NPC, you are full."

npc, this is the name that many pilgrims will also call him when they bow to him.

He didn't understand what this meant, but he understood that if everyone called NPC, it would be the same.

Meng Zhang has never seen his kind in the Three Sects Palace.

He had only seen pilgrims and zombies following the pilgrims.

"Ah——" The person who was kicked suddenly let out a shrill scream.

Meng Zhang's heart trembled inexplicably and turned around stiffly. He saw that the coldest-looking one among the four people pierced the forearm of the person being kicked with a dagger.

The injured person does not change his expression, pulls out a dagger, shakes the blood, and retracts the scabbard.

The person who was kicked was so painful that he couldn't shout out loud, his face turned pale and his forehead was covered with sweat.

The other three pilgrims were also stunned. They kicked the one the hardest just now, and they all showed their feelings: "Don't be so cruel..."

He sighed coldly and looked up at them: "How many times have you said, don't feel the truth. These are a bunch of NPCs. If you die, you will be restored to factory settings tomorrow, OK?"

After saying that, he looked at the person being kicked in a bunch and hummed, "Now, will you take us to the north of the city?"

The person who was kicked gritted his teeth and said nothing.

He squatted down coldly and said slowly: "It seems that he needs to make up for it."

The person who was kicked panicked and his eyes could not deceive people. Meng Zhang could feel the tremor of extreme fear from those eyes.

But he was still stubbornly silent and almost bit his lips.

Seeing that he was cold and indifferent, Meng Zhang took out the dagger again, and suddenly became angry. The anger came extremely fiercely. Before he even thought about what to do, the entire Three Sects Hall shook violently!

"Fuck me, earthquake?!"

The three pilgrims suddenly panicked, and even their cold eyes changed their faces.

But the shaking of the Sanjia Temple not only did not stop, but it became even worse. Dust fell from the beams of the house, and tiles on the roof outside kept sliding down and shattering!

"What are you waiting for? Run away quickly-"

"Hidden Easter egg..."

"I'm going to lose my life and want a bad Easter egg!"

The four of them ran in a hurry, and the one who ran at the end did not forget to grab the rope, pulled the person being kicked up and pulled it out the door.

Meng Zhang would not give him a chance. He took the opportunity to close the gate of the Three Sects Palace the moment he went out!

The two door panels were like steel knives, cutting the hemp rope at once, and the kicked person who had not had time to be pulled out fell to the ground.

Meng Zhang stepped forward and wanted to see his situation, but the man only sat on the ground for a few seconds. Perhaps he realized that the rope on his body was loose, and suddenly bounced up and ran under the incense table, hiding so hidden.

Meng Zhang was puzzled. Listening to the sound of cars, the people must have run away, so he stopped and shook the earth.

The Three Sects Palace returned to silence. Meng Zhang raised his hand and flicked his sleeves. The fallen incense burner and the fire candle returned to its original appearance. There was no trace of the mess just now.

"What are you doing where you hide?" Meng Zhang landed on the ground and showed his true body.

"Who, who is talking?" Under the altar, a trembling question came from the trembling teeth.

Meng Zhang was so amused and crying: "You'll know if you come out."

"No." The person under the table insisted, "What if there are any aftershocks, it's safest to hide here!"
To be continued...