What is "aftershock"?

Meng Zhang remembered this new word and prepared to study it later. Then he took two steps forward, came to the altar and squatted down.

The people under the table had their lips turned white, their whole body was shaking violently, and blood was covered in arms.

In this state, the moment he looked at him, the man was stunned. After a long time, he said, "Your hair is so long."

Meng Zhang was stunned on the spot and suddenly didn't know what to say.

It took him a long time to find his voice: "Doesn't it hurt?"

The person under the table was stunned, as if he had finally recovered his three souls and seven spirits. He took a breath and screamed: "It hurts--"

"It hurts so much—"

"They are not humans-"

"Son of a bitch--"

Meng Zhang resisted the urge to cover his ears and blew a gentle breath on his npc's arm, which was howling.

The wound and pain disappeared together, leaving only blood, proving that the bad guy had come.

The person under the table looked disbelief and poked his arm tentatively. He found that it didn't hurt, but it didn't work. He slapped it hard a few times. It really didn't hurt. Now he was happy and asked him in surprise: "Are you a god?"

When the eyes were facing each other, the air suddenly became quiet.

Meng Zhang had been brewing for a long time and found that he could answer it, just one word: "...yes."

All his calmness and all his fairy spirits were gone in such a communication that was completely invisible to the rhythm.

"Did you also cause the earthquake just now?"

“…”

"It's just the mountains shaking," he saw that he didn't seem to understand. The young man still insisted on simulating the sound of his hands in the cramped space under the table. "The clang just now was so loud that ahhhhh-"

Meng Zhang swallowed with difficulty: "...well."

The young man stretched his eyebrows and gave him a bright and unreserved smile: "It turns out that there are really gods in this world, and they are so handsome."

For some reason, when Meng Zhang saw him laughing, he couldn't help but turn the corners of his mouth up.

"My name is Xiao Ding." The young man clasped his hands together, burning incense and kowtowing, "Thank you for saving me."

"My name is Meng Zhang." He couldn't help but report his name.

Xiao Ding unexpectedly: "The gods also have names?"

Meng Zhang: "…Hmm."

Xiao Ding frowned at him: "God, why are you always 'um'?"

Meng Zhang: "..."

Xiao Ding: "It's over, I'm gone."

God Meng Zhang has never been so passive, so he decided to take back the dominance of the conversation: "Are you also a blessing?"

Xiao Ding looked at him blankly for a while and suddenly asked, "Can I come out?"

"Aren't you worried about 'aftershocks'?" I don't understand the words, but Meng Zhang remembers them clearly.

Under the low table, Xiao Ding, who had been tilted for a long time, wrinkled his face pitifully: "Worried, but his neck is so sore..."

Meng Zhang pulled the person out in anger. Xiao Ding moved his head up and down, left and right for a long time, feeling comfortable: "What did you ask just now?"

"Are you a blessing?" Meng Zhang repeated again with sighing, and the fairy road felt tired for the first time.

"No." Xiao Ding shook his head firmly and asked, "What is the blessing?"

Meng Zhang: "..."

After the rain fell all night, the immortal king also "talked at night with Xiao Ding" all night, and finally figured out that although Xiao Ding was not a pilgrim, he was not a blessing like him. If he had to say that Xiao Ding should be a "car gifter". Once he met a pilgrim, he would have to struggle and let the other party snatch the car.

At the same time, Meng Zhang also learned that there are many people in this city, like Xiao Ding, who work hard to live in the siege of zombies.

Night is the most dangerous moment in this city. Shops are smashed, shops are robbed, corpses are rampant, and blood flows into a river. But during the day, these traces fade away, shops are reopened, most zombies are dormant, and the armed forces in the city are on duty, so people's lives can still be as usual.

"Go back to the north of the city to work?" When she heard Xiao Ding was about to say goodbye, Meng Zhang suddenly felt a little reluctant, "Don't you go to the north of the city to die?"

"That's night, and there's no problem during the day." Xiao Ding looked at the blood on his sleeves worriedly, "It's too late to change his clothes, the leader will definitely scold me."

Meng Zhang recalled the pilgrims he had seen, picked the one he liked the most, raised his hand and raised it gently, Xiao Ding changed into clean clothes that was exactly the same as the one.

"You are so useful!" Xiao Ding looked at her new outfit happily and praised her from the bottom of her heart.

"..." Meng Zhang had given up. He just smiled when Xiao Ding said whatever he liked.

The energetic young man walked to the temple gate and suddenly remembered something, and hurriedly turned around: "Can I come to play with you in the future?"

"Of course." Before Meng Zhang could think about it carefully, he had already given the answer.

Xiao Ding smiled and was satisfied.

"Wait," Meng Zhang suddenly remembered what he had been thinking about all night, "What's your name?"

Names and names should always have surnames and names.

Xiao Ding stared at him blankly, as if he didn't understand at all: "Just call him Xiao Ding."

Meng Zhang frowned: "Do you have no name?"

Xiao Ding received this kind of problem for the first time and thought about it very seriously. Finally, he shook his head regretfully: "No, my surname is Ding, everyone calls me Xiao Ding."

Watching the other party leave, Meng Zhang repeatedly recalled the sentence "Can I come to play with you in the future?", and he unconsciously felt a little expectation.

Ten days passed quietly.

In the past, ten days were like flowing water for Meng Zhang, and it was fleeting, but this time, it was like the year.

He suspected that there was a deviation in his cognition of "the future" between him and Xiao Ding.

His "later" is a few days later, what about Xiao Ding's "later"?

Meng Zhang didn't know, but he couldn't wait any longer.

For the first time, he had the urge to leave the Three Sects Hall.

And after thinking about it, I did it without hesitation.

Xiao Ding went to work in the north of the city, but after get off work, he returned to the south of the city. Meng Zhang went out in the early morning and floated over the north of the city for a whole day.

This was the first time he saw the doomsday city in the pilgrimage's mouth, but he had no mood to appreciate the scenery at all. He just wanted to find Xiao Ding. Once he found it, he asked, do you know what the end of cheating the gods?

However, this city is surrounded by people, with all kinds of buildings, shops, and traffic. Looking for someone, even the gods, can find a needle in a haystack.

When night fell, the north of the city was filled with chaos and screams, and it fell into silence. The sun was gone in the south of the city. People hid in safety and spent the long night with their breath.

At this time, the car that was still driving on Chengnan Road became conspicuous.

Every time Meng Zhang saw a car, he would float down. His soul was invisible. No matter how pilgrims or people in the city could detect his existence.

In this way, I finally met Xiao Ding in the ninth car.

This time, the four people who borrowed the car were very polite, and they were delicious and enjoyed the owner Ding. When Meng Zhang's soul drifted into the back row, the young man was chewing potato chips, which was so comfortable.

Meng Zhang blew at him.

Xiao Ding felt a gust of wind blew and made his face itchy. He raised his hand and continued to click without any awareness of being targeted by the gods.

Meng Zhang held back his anger until the car arrived at the dock and the people abandoned the car and got on the boat. Xiao Ding sat back on the driver's seat and was about to drive home. He appeared in the passenger seat.

He was full of dissatisfaction. Before he could accuse him, driver Ding, who saw him screaming first, could simply break through the roof.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Meng Zhang collapsed and had no good temper. He blew his forehead hard.

The ghost scream came to an abrupt end. Driver Ding covered his forehead and looked at him pitifully: "Why do you hit me?"

Meng Zhang sighed secretly, suddenly regretting it a little bit. He should play it lighter, but his tone was still hard: "Those who break the contract will be abandoned by both man and god."

Xiao Ding frowned for no reason: "Breaking the contract? What did I ruin the contract?"

"You said that if you come to the Three Sects Palace in the future, if you don't come for ten days, you will break the contract." Meng Zhangcai ignored everything else. For him, the "later" period is up to ten days!

Xiao Ding's eyes did not show guilt, but his doubts became even stronger: "Three...Cathing Palace?"

There was no joke on his face, just a simple confusion. Meng Zhang felt his heart tremble and suddenly panicked: "Xiao Ding?"
Chapter completed!