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I’m a little zombie.

It’s a human base.

In order to survive, I have to keep my horse’s armor tight and put on a mute.

Until one day they took me out and killed.

Teammate: Kill!

And We: Ooo-hoo-hoo!

Everyone’s looking at me.

Then one of the team members remembered the day: “The battle was so intense, it was so dumb that he spoke. I’m sorry.

That was close.

One.

I’m a little zombie.

I woke up in a human base.

And his sister, who had brought me back, said: I saw you faint in the dead, and I took you back. I’m sorry.

Well, is there a possibility that I’m a zombie sleeping in a mortuary?

Big sister shot me in the head with a dead body towed.

I’m scared to say nothing.

The corpses that appear in the human base will die badly.

Two.

I was taken care of at the base because of my sister.

She said, “The new sister is a little dumb, and she can’t speak, and let’s not bully her.” I’m sorry.

It rhymes.

I open my mouth to explain, but I can only speak the voice of Abba.

It’s a dead man.

I’m not dumb!

I scolded the mirror for half a day.

That’s true, but there’s no word.

Maybe I’m talking in a mortuary-specific language. Beep-beep-a-hoo. Sounds like a telegram.

The older sister had towed half of the dead and killed and respected the dead.

In a hurry, on fire, my eyes are red.

The older sister was even more merciful, and said, “The little mutes cry with red eyes, and look cute and timid. I’m sorry.

Skr, skr

Thanks for the big sister’s mouth. I don’t need an explanation for my red eye.

Base doesn’t feed people.

Big sister asked me what I would do. I broke a wolf tooth stick with my bare hands.

She didn’t compliment me and ran two blocks after me.

The whole base watched her beat me up: “Damn Child, this is a weapon I found at risk of my life.” I’m sorry.

It’s just a wolf tooth stick.

I spit in my heart, but I’m afraid to say it.

She introduced me to Lord Base.

Master, 26 years old, with a master’s degree at the Agricultural University of China.

The lord’s face is rough, carrying a hoe, and all his face is white.

The three of us crouched on the edge of the field.

The diggers are in prison and are working in the fields.

My sister gave me a gum, pointing at me, “My lord, my sister, with great power, applied for membership of the Material Search Team. I’m sorry.

The lord carefully peeled his gum and chewed it in his mouth, and then a moment later he said, “The strawberry, good stuff. Go ahead. I’m sorry.

I was pointing at Lord Abba Abba for half a day.

Big sister slaps me in the back of my head: “Can you eat gum?” That’s scarce. I’m sorry.

I just wanted to say there was a snake behind the Lord’s ass.

“Aah-aah-aah.”

The lord was bitten by a snake.

Big sister was scared three feet high.

I beat up the snake and gave it to my sister.

My sister almost went to the tree. Why are you playing with everything? I’m sorry.

I lost the snake.

My Lord, he fell down on the field, weeping:

“I graduated from the Agricultural University of China and studied in the fields. After graduation, he went to the Agricultural Institute of China. When I paid my salary, I even bought stock only for farming. Death in the field now is what it takes.”

My sister cried: “My Lord! I’m sorry.

I scratched my head.

Actually, the snake is not poisonous.

I carried him to a doctor.

The Lord cried for half a day.

The doctor pointed two blood holes on his ass and told him that the snake was not poisoned.

But the Lord told me his last words on the way, even where he buried his gold bars.

His face turned from red to green.

I blinked innocent red eyes.

My sister arrived in a hurry and told my lord I was not thinking well.

I smiled.

The Lord’s eyelids were pounding: “So poor, or I’ll consider her a sister.” I’m sorry.

Big sister is staring.

How do you find a job in the back door, and you’ll be impressed by the Lord?

Six.

I became the Lord’s sister.

The search team won’t let me down.

So I became the head of the search team for the sick and the sick.

The old, the weak, the sick, the sick and the deaf and the dumb are here by name.

After the end of the day, it was not easy to survive and it was too common to lack arms and legs.

And the group that didn’t speak taught me sign language.

Then the older sister scolded me.

I’ll be next to the crazy sign language.

It’s like I’m fighting back.

She doesn’t understand.

Life at the base is a bit boring.

But soon someone will come to me.

It’s the leader of the search team next door.

And We hid in a tree, and We ate the unnamed fruit in the cold, and he conspired under it.

A group leader said to him, “Only the fool.” Zi Liuhai, black hair, red eyes, one metre. I’m sorry.

I’m hiding in the tree. I’m scolding Abba. Who’s five feet?

“Lieutenant, you’re talking about the Lord’s dumb sister.” I’m sorry.

Team leader: Yes! They’re a bunch of old, sick, sick people who can’t split up so much material, find a chance to kill her! I’m sorry.

“But that’s the Lord’s sister.” I’m sorry.

Team leader: “No one will know if we do it without knowing it.” Don’t you want more material? I’m sorry.

A big man thinks for a minute, a little bit.

At first they sent someone to assassinate me.

But I didn’t sleep in the middle of the night and went to Guadéa to see the golden moon.

Because of the Lord, our base produce is the best.

I went to go see the moon, and the Lord looked at the moon.

He saw my eyes shaking and seemed to remember something bad.

I was excited to raise my hand and say, “Abaab! I’m sorry.

The Lord nods and continues to sit in the melon and think about life.

We spent half a day.

“What are you doing here?” I’m sorry.

I looked at the melon and almost ran away.

I can’t eat most of the stuff here, but I like the red juice.

And he pointed out to me, “It is true that he has come to steal the melon!

I didn’t pay attention to him.

“Do you know why I don’t sleep here at night?” I’m sorry.

Ah, I don’t care why you come here at night without sleeping.

And he lamented: “It’s in case you are thieves!” I’m sorry.

You guys?

Is he talking about the dark shadows in the field?

I helped the lord capture the thieves.

One of them looks familiar.

Let’s see, isn’t this the big guy who conspired with the team leader?

The Lord shouted at them.

All the dogs from the base are awakening and resonating.

“Do you do this to the base, to me, to others?” I’m sorry.

Dog: “Wow-wow-wow”

I couldn’t bear it, and I cried out, “Aba Abba.”

He looked at me like I killed his leader.

I scratched my head and saw what I was doing. I didn’t ask you to steal it.

Are you still following me?

Eleven.

Because I caught the thief and received a gift from my Lord.

So I ate melons to watch the Lord swear.

The Lord is very angry, and there are dozens of words without pause.

The melon thieves are getting their necks on the ground.

I eat guacamole. I’m sorry.

He got a little loud, and he yelled at me.

What are you doing?

Then a sleeping yellow dog passed by and the Lord scolded him.

I’m scared.

The older sister later told me that he slept late because he used to play games at night.

After the end, without games, only the golden moon.

It’s hard to catch a guacamole and blow it up in the open.

A team leader and a big guy seem to like me a little bit.

I saw them a lot after that.

First they hear them conspiring under the trees.

The team leader said, “Why can’t a fool do it?” I’m sorry.

“The fool seems a bit lucky. I’m sorry.

I was proud on the trees.

No, it’s not like I’m born dumb. The end is like a long night.

A group of team leaders has to jump.

Team leader: “You have one more chance, you can’t miss this! I’m sorry.

“Hey! I’m sorry.

Meet again in a remote part of the base.

I’m sneaking to the Lord Lord’s Land.

He said he was hiding a lot of gold, books and precious seeds.

I’m not interested in anything else. I’d like to plant some watermelon seeds myself.

I want to have my own melon field.

Shiha, in the green melon field, think of happiness.

I drill like a weasel.

You’re stupid to look at the big guys in the dark.

My hands scratched a hard thing in my heart.

It’s a big box!

It’s just a little heavy. I have to drill a little deeper to get the case out.

The big guy jumped out of nowhere.

Stupid! Instead of burying yourself in the dirt, let me end up with you. I’m sorry.

The man’s knife flashed me in the eye, but he seemed to see something, took another knife and took it back.

Then he smiled so nicely, and pulled me out of the earth: “How can you do it here, Mutant Leader, so that the Lord may fear?” I’m sorry.

Oh, ho, I look back and see the Lord Lord face down.

The big guy took the opportunity to run away.

Leave me alone to face the angry lord.

And I went on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and and on and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and

But he doesn’t understand.

He looked at me for a long time and then he laughed.

He took me back to the ground and pulled out the big box.

He opened the case in front of me, and it was…

Rock!

A box of rocks!

I sit on the floor, and I’m blind.

The Lord laughed: “Innocent! I’m sorry.

I didn’t know he was dead talking about a real place.

I heard a group leader’s plot again in the tree.

“Just a little bit.” Who knew the Lord had suddenly appeared! I’m sorry.

Team leader: “Looks like there’s only one way to go…”

How?

I was listening up.

“Put her down on the dead! Turn her into a zombie! I’m sorry.

Huh?

I almost fell out of a tree.

That’s a good idea.

I’ve been at the base for a month, and I’m finally on a mission with the search team.

Big sister sent me her only gun.

“It’s dangerous out there, be careful, if you’re safe!” I’m sorry.

That’s really nothing to me.

I noded my head and walked out with a couple of skinny guys.

The team leader came with a few of the large members of the korma group and struck my thin team like a provocation.

Hey, a little cocky.

One group opened the road and led you to Area A.

Area A, which was a popular city until the end of the day, has a lot of material and corpses.

Our pickups are parked in front of an old supermarket.

A group of team leaders got out of the car and knocked on my window: “You can’t eat white, you can go on the road this time. I’m sorry.

I follow the spot and nod off.

I’ve smelled the same.

It turns me on.

A team leader cut the chain in front of the supermarket and pushed me in.

I reacted quickly and held him in my hand, and he fell down with me.

He hasn’t said anything yet. I stepped on his face and walked into the supermarket.

How’s it going, Chief? I’m sorry.

“Wow, you got big footprints on your face! I’m sorry.

Step on my face, I’m good at it.

The supermarket is dark.

My thin team called me a little worried and wanted to come in.

I told them in sign language to wait outside.

I’m going to say hello to them.

The zombies here are new, they’ve been dead for a short time, and they’re weak.

I stuffed them with a few red nuts.

They were more afraid to see people than they were to see them, and ran away with fruit.

It happens when you’re a zombie. It’s just that ordinary people don’t know.

I’m happy to see the dead walk away and greet the others.

One team leader saw the inside secure and led the rest of the team in looking for supplies.

But suddenly there’s a dangerous smell approaching.

I dragged the others: “Abaab! I’m sorry.

“What’s the mute saying?” I’m sorry.

I print crazy sign language.

The team got it.

Then the crew told the others, “There’s a dead body coming. Let’s go! I’m sorry.

One of the team leaders ran away, and I broke my body.

But who knows, the team leader saw the others go out and locked me in with a chain.

I’m crazy scratching the door.

The high-level bodies behind him also arrived and they smelled the outside and scratched the door with me.

I heard a team leader outside the door saying, “We all mourn the loss of his life for the base.” I’m sorry.

I saw him sewn up in his mouth, and it seemed like he was about to choke on his smile.

I couldn’t bear to kick a few doors and express anger.

The noise scared the others to get in the car and run.

Me and the sudden mortuary are still scratching the door.

There was a dangerous fragrance in the back.

I jumped three feet high, jumped on the nearest air shelf and looked at a red eye like mine.

He put it up, he sniffed in my neck, and then he said, “Aba Abba.”

Well, there’s the same kind of weird thing I do, and he talks about zombies.

His red eyes are a little blue.

He says he’s the King of the Dead, his name is Joe, and he says I smell good.

And I smelled him with courtesy, and it seemed to smell familiar, but not very good.

Joe is a liar.

I’m the first zombie to understand him.

So he took me for a long time.

I said I’m going back to base.

He’s got a little bit of an interest and asked if I could come out and talk to him a lot.

I thought about the walls of the base, especially high, and I shook my head.

He hated iron and steel and then called an ordinary corpse to show me how to cross the wall.

A highly decomposed corpse was set free from a second-floor window.

Splash, it’s awful.

But the dead man managed to climb up and danced with a stiff body to please Joe.

I accept incompetence, and my head shakes off this way of meeting.

It’s getting dark.

I can’t go back today.

The dead are more active at night, so the base is usually closed.

I told Joe I was leaving.

Joe was suffocating, and he sat me around his neck, and then I jumped off a second floor window.

Very fast, very good.

He put me down. I just got to his chest.

Your new friend Joe is so tall.

I waved goodbye to him.

Looking back, and his eyes looked at me with sorrow, and the leaves were falling apart, and the heavens and the earth were set aside.

I dragged the bag back to the base.

The chaperone at the door said to me, “Mr. Mute Leader, are you in a hurry? I’m sorry.

I was excited to pull out an expired candy and hand it to him.

He was flattered, “It’s too expensive!” Rare goods!”

I waved my hand and walked away.

When I got to the base hall, the team leader was telling people I was dead.

Big sister is unbelievable.

The Lord is also heavy.

My skinny team is crying.

I threw a big package on the ground and threw my back at me, “Abaaba!” I’m sorry.

A group of team leaders jumped up and said, “Who’s… who’s learning to talk? I’m sorry.

I stood at the door with my head up, and the last light of the sunset happened to me.

The little mute of the past is dead, and now I’m full of dumb.

My sister’s unbelievable became full of self-confidence: “I said the mute can’t die.” I’m sorry.

The Lord has become a surprise.

My skinny team stopped crying and hit a few hiccups, as if they were scared.

“No, no, no! I’m sorry.

I first sent my sister a wolf tooth stick, a baseball bat, a fire ax and a few guns, and then I pulled out a chainsaw.

I pulled the chainsaw to make the “Aon-Aon” sound, flaunted the whole room and meant to stay in front of a team leader.

“Don’t come near me! You… don’t… come here.”

I was scared. The chainsaw almost sawed his pants off.

Big sister looked at me and I stopped right now.

Big Sister: “Whose arsenal did you rob? I’m sorry.

I shook my head and pulled out a bag of gum, a bag of gum, a bag of gum and a bag of gum.

There’s no stopping.

The Lord lamented with a round of gum: “The gum will not be scarce…”

I’ll split the rest of the pots and pots.

The team leader didn’t want to slip away.

I dragged my clothes back.

I want to report!

I’ve been doing this for half a day.

My team is there to translate for me.

The team leader was sweating, “I didn’t.” I didn’t close the door for everyone’s safety. I’m sorry.

I scolded him in sign language.

It’s not a good time. He’s been scolding people for half a day.

The crew was stunned by my 72nd rule, he hesitated to translate.

The group looked at the Lord, and said to me, “The leader is the wind of brothers.” I’m sorry.

I’m proud. That’s why I’m not eating for free this month.

The Lord hates killing each other most.

He tried to get the team leader out of the base.

But a group of people came to plead.

And the Lord sent him to the most remote and barren land.

Because I brought back a lot of material, and it became the base’s fragrance.

Since then, there have been more opportunities to search outside the base.

Sometimes I’ll let the team fight.

More often I like to go out alone.

I can go out alone and find Joe.

At first, Joe wanted to see me.

Then Zou abandoned me to walk too slowly, and he just let me ride around his neck and helped me find the material.

It’s a happy death.

I’m riding a two-metre-high red-eyed Joe.

By the command of Joe, “Ooh, ooh, ooh.

And the bodies responded, “Ooh!

I also said: Ooo-oo-oo-oo!

When I returned to the base, I heard others talking.

Someone said they saw a mutant.

Not only are two people so tall, but they also have two heads, each with red eyes.

I’m scared.

I heard them tell stories in the melons, hugged them and whispered with them.

Joe told me he’s been dead for three years.

Wow, a senior.

But isn’t the end two years?

I scratched my head and I couldn’t figure it out.

I’m sure you’re the boss. No good man can be buried anywhere.

I raised my thumb to admire it.

He shook his head and told me that he had lived in a white building before he came out.

What an experienced zombie.

It’s not like I was a mortuary for three months, not even a bite.

Speaking of which, I’m not sleepy.

Azu smiled, his teeth were covered in blood, and I thought he was bleeding from his teeth.

He pushed my hand away.

Ask me if I want to be a mature zombie.

I didn’t mean to say no.

Joe shouted.

There are a couple of newly-mortemed sisters who are stiff but not yet rotting, and who look no different from the living.

Knowing, gentle, hot, everything.

The gentle sister touched my head and stretched her neck to make me bite.

I jumped on Joe and refused.

Joe waved, and the sisters left.

He thought for a moment and cried again.

This time it’s the brother and brother who just died.

Decay, high cold, sunlight, everything.

I’m not sleepy anymore.

I hesitated and refused.

I’m holding a red fruit and I’m gnawing.

Joe was a little disappointed.

I said I had no such secular desire.

Zou sighs, “Hey. I’m sorry.

I don’t think I have the will.

I said I just wanted to eat a hot pot and sing and ride three rounds to see the handsome.

He shakes his head and he suffocates: “Hey–“

He said there’s no such thing as fire pots.

I said it was different. I ate red oil.

It’s not against nature.

He was so angry, he was like, “Hey, hey, hey.”

Then ran away.

Joe hid me for days.

I think he’s angry.

But he can easily find me, but I can’t find him at once.

I’m a little lost.

Only at night can he sit with his lord in the melon and watch the golden moon sighs.

Lord, “Hey, I want to play games.”

I said, “Hey–

I want to play games with Joe.

Lord: “Hey, I want to go for a ride on a motorcycle.”

I said, “Hey–

I want to ride around with Joe’s neck.

Lord, “Hey, I’d love to have some roasted pancake ice cream.”

I said, “Hey–

I’d like to eat it… and suddenly I think about the white and young necks, and I had a chill, and I didn’t want to eat.

The Lord gave me a brain failure: “What do you learn from me when you’re young?” I’m sorry.

I look at him with anger. Can’t I have trouble when I’m young?

I’m worried sick!

I’m going up my sleeve and I’m going to print with the lord.

She came out of nowhere and dragged me away with my collar: “If you don’t learn, you’ll look at the moon every day and become a baby.” I’m sorry.

“Who do you think you are?”

“The Four Bases Union is about to take place.” Lord, we’ll leave you alone! I’m sorry.

Big sister told me that humans have four major bases.

We are a base in the west, full of food and land.

The North Base has oil and gas resources.

The east is dedicated to weapons.

There are a lot of good doctors in the south.

The four major bases cooperate with each other and are constrained by each other.

Each of the four bases will open a consortium once a year, either to destroy a large site or to discuss the future of humanity.

However, each meeting had to be conducted with a high value of force, because the way in which it was discussed was a little special.

Who’s tough and who’s in charge.

I happen to be the toughest fist in the West Base.

The Lord took me with him very reluctantly.

He whispered to me, “Stand behind me, and don’t laugh, and don’t be seen as a fool.” I’m sorry.

I hold my fist in anger and protest.

The Lord touched my head: “Be good and come back and add a melon. I’m sorry.

I’m laughing. Deal.

But even if I don’t talk or laugh, someone’s coming after me.

The North Base Lord is a skinny old man.

He was happy when he pointed at me: “O Lord of the West, is your base empty? Why did you come out with a child?” How old are you? What are you doing here? I’m sorry.

I took a look at the Lord. I didn’t say anything. I didn’t laugh.

The Lord is Bong Bang.

He fought with the Lord of the North, and he called me back: “You’re a fool. Why didn’t you call me back? I’m sorry.

I can see.

Is this how it goes?

The Quartet quickly “dispatch” .

The Northern Lord said he was going to fight the big supermarket in Area B.

The Lord of the East disagreed. He lost a big slipper. Who knows? I’m sorry.

The Southern Lord is a cold-faced sister.

“The Lord of the South is a great biologist.” I’m sorry.

I don’t know if it’s a delusion, I feel like she’s always looking at me.

She said she was going to play orchard in Area C and the Lord East wanted to throw slippers.

But with that handsome face of her, the slippers were put down and handed over to his subordinates with great grace.

But the Lord of the East did not forgive him: “I have prepared for you a shoe so that you may know how naive your decision is.”

The cold-faced Southern Lord is a two-barrel.

The Eastern Lord’s shoes fell on his back.

“Fuck! “The Lord of the East shouted that the Easters were fighting with the South.

The whole house was flying.

I hid behind the big post.

The lords hide behind me and throw a few things at the other lords.

I learned to throw things, but it seemed like I accidentally knocked out the Eastern Lord.

“Step to the north! Who is it?”

I’ll cover my face.

After I stopped countless dark weapons, slippers and all sorts of fists by the Lord’s help.

At last, you decided unanimously to go to China’s first high building in the Central Region.

The first high-rise is the most prosperous place in China.

There is no material here from the negative to the twenty-first floor.

“As long as we shoot down this first building, it’ll be fine for a few years. The Lord of the East says:

But where there’s a lot of material, there’s a lot of dead bodies.

I’ve smelled a lot of the same.

The Lord of the East is a hard-core arms dealer and pushes the door to the front.

Not at all.

It’s just a little red and swollen.

I look around a little bit, and no one knows it was me, right?

I heard one layer of zombies rioting, “Ooh-ooh-ooh.”

“What are these zombies screaming for? I’m sorry.

I nod my head.

It’s not like so many people came to the house.

One layer of mortuary comes from a canteen.

Lord Easter: “Kill! I’m sorry.

And I followed, “Ooo-oo-oo-oo.”

Everyone’s looking at me.

“There is a traitor among us.” I’m sorry.

Numerous shots pointed at me.

Big sister jumped out of the crowd.

“Why do you have to learn anything? I’m sorry.

I’m a little scared and a little frustrated.

I had to hide behind my sister.

“I admit, I brought a fool out as a fighter.” I’m sorry.

I’m a good nod.

I also admit that I spoke a little loud.

It took the Lord of the East himself half a day to find no one to follow, and he cried out, “What are you yelling at? The dead are coming to your faces! What are you doing? I’m sorry.

This is how people put their eyes back on the first high floor.

The older sister was so angry, she ended up groaning and touching my head: “What do I think? I’m sorry.

Really?

I look down and my eyes shine.

Humans and zombies started a fierce war.

One layer of mortuary is low-grade, and the force is higher than the cutter.

The zombies looked around me.

It’s like I’m blocking their buffet.

My Lord is tired and comes to me: “It’s time for you to play your part, dumb boy! Protect me!”

I nod my head and I’m gonna keep him on his tail.

He took me with him like he was wearing a “smoking bracelet”.

He’s amazing.

It happened that a slightly higher corpse passed by, looked at the Lord and looked at me.

“Hei-tui…”

The Lord is even more surprised: “The corpse just spits at us.” I’m sorry.

I nod my head.

It’s just too bad.

Human Bases United Unit is on the move this time.

Soon they’ll clear two floors.

I snuck up and said, “Abaab,

But he didn’t understand. He looked at me, and he just disappeared.

It seems that only Joe can communicate.

And then my sister came to me and took me away, and said, “Sweetheart, come and see! I’m sorry.

Big sister pulled me to a strange object before.

I watched half a day, silence.

She pushed me, “This is a high-weight one!” What are you waiting for? I’m sorry.

When I close my eyes, I put my chest in my belly and my hips, and the wind and the cold and the mute took a brave first step!

My sister was surprised to say, “Whoa, you’re 5’1”, I’m sorry.

She’s a little excited. She says I’m more than a metre.

“One foot, five feet, one foot, that’s a show off.” I’m sorry.

I’ve been explaining it to everyone behind my sister.

Don’t bully the kids!

It took many days to attack the first high building.

The zombies used humans as buffets.

Armed humans kill.

One night, the lord couldn’t sleep and found a hidden corner where he took out my gum and watched the moon.

The Lord began to sigh every night:

And I started groaning every night:

I wish Joe was here.

Joe?

There’s a familiar danger.

And We took the door and followed it.

And the Lord cried in the back, “Do not run away, little dumbness.”

After several successive wrongs in the door, the other zombies scolded him.

I finally found Joe in a big teahouse.

He had the gum I gave him.

That’s the same guy as the lord.

I called his name.

He raised his red eyes, and he said to me, “This gum is for him alone, or is it for all the other bosses.”

Ooh-hoo.

That’s a dead man.

This gum isn’t just for the lord.

Big sister too.

Even the doorman who always opened the door for me.

I don’t dare say it.

Azu’s eyes are dark, and he sings a poem in anger — ask where the drinker is and feed the dog with a passion.

He took up the wine from the tea room and threw it outside, just as he fell on several bodies.

It’s full of high-level zombies. They wanted to get in trouble.

But it looks like Joe left with another face.

I tried to placate him, but it’s Joe, the dead man, who doesn’t dare.

Joe shakes his head.

He says this is his place.

He was the King of the Dead, and his subordinates were the King of the Dead, all of them from that white building.

Dude, I raised my thumb, King and Little King.

Soon I saw the Wrestle King.

The Zombie King understands Abba, but he doesn’t.

I am, it’s semi-evolutionary.

The strongest is me and Joe.

The Zombie King was a bit wise, so he came up and handed me a bag of grinding sticks as a gift.

I looked at it for half a day, and I touched the little tiger teeth that weren’t very sharp, and I finally declined.

He’s happy to eat his own teeth.

I scratched my head and looked at him, little king.

It’s no wonder Joe’s life is so lonely as snow.

I told Joe and Wang to leave.

The Human Base Unit is ready for this.

But the little king shakes his head, he’s a little overheated.

This is his nest.

He could not afford to buy a house before the end of the day, and it was difficult to own a building after the end, and these men brought a team to raid his house.

That’s too bullying a zombie.

We said, “Get back in the sky.”

Azu also advised: “The mountains are left.”

Little Wang shakes his head and refuses with a grinding stick.

Four base coalition forces stormed the house.

I shouted “Abaab” and told Wang to run.

The Lord of the East had loaded the bazooka and shelled the dead.

Little Wang ran up and threw a bazooka at his paw.

Lord East, “Face north! This mortuary is a little heavy. Come and help me with it! I’m sorry.

At that point, everyone put down their grudges and started to attack the Little King collectively.

Little Wang is at the center of the battle.

Two fists are hard to beat.

Besides, everyone here is armed.

Little Wang was quickly sifted and left a breath.

Joe got here in a hurry and picked up the king.

“Don’t let them get away! I’m sorry.

I followed people up.

Joe ran fast.

Others have lost their way, or are searching for them.

But I could smell Joe’s breath, so I looked for it.

By the time I got there, Little Wang would have stopped moving.

His dark eyes were filled with anger.

He wants revenge!

He wants these people to be buried with Wang!

The footsteps around are beginning to become complex.

Joe stood up and hated.

We stopped him and said, “Stop it, Joe, there are men outside.” I’m sorry.

Joe finally left.

Now he can’t hit the four-base coalition with the weapons.

And I looked upon the shadow of his far away, and his heart was empty.

Joe asked me, “Will you help me?” I’m sorry.

I’m looking at the King’s body groaning and focusing.

And Zou vowed: “I will not spare them, neither will I.” I’m sorry.

Without Little King, maybe I’m the only one in the world who can understand him.

Joe left.

This is a good fight.

Every base is full.

We’ve even got a place to go, just to better search for things in the future.

I’m the only one sitting in the corner feeling low.

Big sister rubbed my hair, “What’s wrong with the mute? I’m sorry.

The Lord drinks the water of happiness: “Adolacy rebel, I didn’t know what I was thinking when I was 16.” I’m sorry.

I looked up at him.

How old are you?

The Lord hiccuped and said, “I don’t know, I’m going to be 27 soon. I’m sorry.

The base people say I grew up.

“A little mute, you’ve gone out to practice a sunk. It turns out that Abba Abba on the street is not talking. I’m sorry.

The only thing that remains is that I still go to the moon every day.

The Lord is not sulking today. He’s been drinking.

We’ll be rich if we go to the first building.

The Lord is bragging when he’s drunk.

I’m almost hearing cocoon in my ear.

From the Agricultural University of China to its base in the north, he had been on a different course of life for 27 years but had not left the field.

And even he swore to me, “My best is to be honest and never to lie.” I’m sorry.

I turned a white eye.

Looks like the Lord is really drunk.

He lied to me when he was bitten by a snake.

“I’m going to go to the bathroom hiccup and wait for me to come back.” I’m sorry.

But I waited until the golden moon became transparent and he didn’t come back.

I scratched my head. Is that a pigeon?

I’m sorry I ate another melon last night.

The lord is missing.

The whole western base is a mess.

Other bases have been sending messages.

North base: “Hey, hey, I told you there’s a big deal for young people at the base. I’m sorry.

East base: “Face north!” Your base won’t work. You’ll join us. I’m sorry.

South base:

Why is South Base the only one who doesn’t talk?

Is that the lady lord too cold?

I don’t know.

But the base in the north and the base in the east were high when the people from the base in the south arrived outside our door.

Ooh-hoo.

Bite dogs don’t bark.

The basemen have unanimously nominated me as their leader.

I panicked.

I’m a zombie.

What the hell is going on?

Joe, can you take me now?

In the first six months of undercover human base, it’s going to be a base leader.

Al Qaeda People’s Party A: “Leader du Mute, your talent is clear to us and we don’t believe anyone but you.” I’m sorry.

I’m a proud little tail, that’s it.

“Yes, you’re still the Lord’s sister. I’m sorry.

I nod my head. I thought so.

Al-Qaeda People ‘ s Group C: “Do you want to see the Lord ‘ s foundations destroyed?” I’m sorry.

I hold my fist tight, it’s dry!

Then the older sister came in and slapped me again, and said, “Do you dare? I’m sorry.

What else?

After my sister’s insistence, I didn’t become a substitute leader.

But the work is the same.

The South Base is here. I have to go out and fight.

“Your lord is dead.” Don’t fight back. We won’t hurt you. You’ll be from the southern base. I’m sorry.

The Lord is dead?

I shook my head and insisted we were base west.

The West Base is in the West. It can’t be called South Base.

Unless you change your name to Southwest Base.

The Western word in the front.

“You’re playing me?” I’m sorry.

I don’t understand why she’s angry.

Then the older sister said I was talking about geography, she was talking about politics.

Human beings are too complicated.

She wanted to talk, but it didn’t work.

She tried to knock our base down again, but it didn’t work.

When it was dark, the baseman had to sleep and closed the door and left her outside.

It’s not easy for her to climb, anyway.

But how can this southern lord poison himself?

I’m a little angry.

Most of the base is down.

People spit in their mouths: “If only the Lord were here, he would know how to cure it with herbal medicine, and he had a lot of medical treasures and he wouldn’t know where to put them…”

Looks like the Big Boss’s got a lot. Double degree.

And went to the pit of the Lord’s treasure.

You’re a good boy.

Soon I pulled out the box with the stone.

The older sister found me at this time: “How can you start playing with mud when you’re a little bit more stable?” I’m sorry.

I shake my head and drag the big case out.

Big Sister: “How can you do that with a box of stones and buried in the ground? I’m sorry.

I went on digging, and the whole body went in.

Soon my hand felt the same touch again!

Box!

I dragged out the box below, and once it was opened, it was filled with gold, books and well-saved seeds, and a letter from the Lord.

The Lord is a thief, hiding the real case under a rock box.

“The Lord’s box! We’re saved! I’m sorry.

Herbal books are there, but nobody can read them.

The Lord ‘ s letter, however, contained a bag of pills, which were said to have been sprained from the laboratory in the course of the year, for the treatment of the disease.

The letter described in detail the laboratory, the white building, the entire high-end research, and even the people they had experimented with.

I seem to have heard that description somewhere, but I can’t remember.

The Lord does not know whether to die or live.

The Lord of the South is outside again.

The Lords of the North and the Lords of the East are said to be on horseback.

I don’t know if it’s for help or for robbery.

Joe is here at this time.

He led the legions of the dead and directly attacked the three lords.

This has become three lords.

The lords are losing, and Zu is killing his eyes.

The men on the base watched as they were surrounded by zombies, but none of them said they were going to open the door to rescue.

After the end of the day, everyone seems to have become a lot more indifferent.

Maybe not cold, already dead.

At the end of the day, the older sister tied up the rest.

The three lords have been tied up.

It’s going to be bit a little later.

I stood upstairs and looked at Joe, and he looked at me.

But he left without saying a word.

I forced the southern lord to ask him where he was.

And she said, “Maybe he is dead, perhaps better than death.” People who fall there will not have good fruit. I’m sorry.

Where?

She wouldn’t say anything.

She’s been using some very hard work to torture the southern lord.

She finally said, “It’s in that lab, the one I used to be. I’m sorry.

Big Sister’s cold-faced face: “Dirty, this thing still exists. I’m sorry.

As if the Lord of the South had come to think of something, she looked at her sister, and looked at me: “I remember you, but you are dead.” And you! “You…”

Big sister put a knife in her chest and ended her words.

I didn’t know she’d do it so hard and the knifeman so good.

Three lords were tied up.

Autumn attacked three other bases.

The bases were badly damaged and countless people turned into new zombies.

And even the people of our base lamented when the end was a head. Let’s be zombies together, we’re done. I’m sorry.

I think it’s a good idea, but Big Sister disagrees.

She’s moving the weighted one back.

She always said I was really taller.

But I didn’t think I was really tall. I’m about five feet.

I’m in silence. Will the corpse grow taller?

Big sister took me to the lab building.

For a moment, there seemed to be something in my mind.

There are countless familiar and unfamiliar faces in my head, and I feel some pain.

I seem to remember Joe once described this building.

He was born in this building together with the Dead King.

There’s a southern lord in the building.

I’m surprised. Doom technology has come to life?

“It’s her twin sister.” I’m sorry.

Huh?

“I have felt her death, and I know that someone will come to me.” Unfortunately, my experiment was unsuccessful. I’m sorry.

She pressed a button, and the glass behind her became transparent.

My lord, stand in there!

I ran over and beat the glass and called the Lord.

But instead of responding, he was screaming like a hungry zombie.

“He died once and is now a dead body.” But I’ve observed that the physical features of newly transformed bodies have not disappeared, and I want them to come back. I’m sorry.

Big Sister: Is it for your ridiculous vanity or for your conscience? I’m sorry.

While I was talking, Joe suddenly fell in front of me.

I saw Joe.

Joe saw the sister of the southern lord.

I saw fear for the first time in his eyes.

Why would he fear a common man?

“It’s you who hasn’t seen you for a long time. I’m sorry.

Joe got pissed off and grabbed her.

But she wasn’t scared at all.

Joe was so shaking that I held his hand with some concern.

He looked at me and seemed to calm down, and he released the southern lord’s sister.

He said: I will not let her die too easily. I’m sorry.

He put a needle in the body with a mortuary virus, and she was convulsing on the ground and becoming a bit of a zombie.

But who is she?

Big sister told me everything.

The end began with the spread of the zombie virus.

And the mortuary virus originated in this building, or Joe.

They secretly experiment with living people.

Then they found the mortuary virus.

The virus can make people strong, but it can also become a ripping-off, and it can gradually lose its life character and become a walking corpse.

They’re trying to train a war machine with a virus.

But the virus spreads when no experiment has succeeded.

The experiment was carried out clandestinely in a laboratory in the building, but the virus spread throughout the building.

My sister touched my hair and said, “I only found out that people were dead.” To save those who turned into zombies, I and my colleagues started research. And you are our most successful work. I’m sorry.

I’m stuck.

So you always knew I was a zombie?

Is that why she brought me to the base to watch me?

“No way! You can’t make it! I’m sorry.

My sister ignored her and kept looking at me and saying, “You can’t talk, but your blood is moving slowly, even when you’re asleep. You’re not really a zombie anymore. I’m sorry.

“No, I’m the only one who can succeed. I’m sorry.

She seems crazy.

I was a little excited about Joe.

What about Joe? Could Joe be like me?

My sister shook her head: “I took you away when you were just bit.” And he’s been mortified for too long. Ordinary zombies will not live long, their blood will no longer flow and their bodies will rot slowly until they can no longer move into a skeleton. I’m sorry.

But Joe’s been dead for three years!

“So he’s a piece of junk. A relic of slower decay. I’m sorry.

My heart seems to have been pumped.

Joe touched my head and comforted me.

He said, “It’s okay. I was used to it. I’m sorry.

Get used to being lonely, to having no one to understand him, and to subjugating the mortuary instincts.

The end is slowly over.

My sister’s medicine can save those who just turned into zombies.

It’s just that the aftereffects are just like me.

I’m happy with Joe, and more people will understand him.

He smiled and touched my head and gave me a hug.

He held the bag of gum I gave him and said it was the only gift he had received since he was a zombie.

He sent me a cat.

And then it disappeared.

I heard that when cats and cats go to Meow, they sneak out of their homes, looking for a corner where the last life is silent.

I don’t know if that’s gonna happen.

Maybe he’s waiting for me somewhere, maybe he’s watching me in the dark.

Big sister became a hero.

The lord master took his medicine and became a corpse like me that only abbaba would do.

He’s more alive, and every night he can sit down in Guada.

Everything’s getting better.

Perhaps soon, we will usher in a new future.

My sister thanked me for my presence at the recognition conference: “If there was no mute, perhaps there would be none of us today.” I’m sorry.

I bow my head, of course, and the sky gives birth to my mute, and the end is like a long night.

“Azu-san”

One.

I’m Joe the Dead King who slept for a year.

I woke up in a mess.

The white garbs that I saw in the blurry of my consciousness fled in a hurry.

The rest are my kind.

I slapped myself in the middle of my glass.

My sons shall be with you, Ooo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo!

Outside the building is already my world.

White crotch helped me hit it.

Two.

I have a bunch of kids.

But why am I the only one who knows Abba?

I’ll let him be the King of the Dead.

But he understood, but he didn’t.

I’m in a hurry.

It’s like studying English before life.

Headache!

I tried to teach him.

And all he could do was say, “O Papa!”

Well, it’s open, but I don’t understand a dead man.

I met the mute one day in my nap.

11:30 to 1:00 is nap time.

The whole lair pulls the gate.

Black Gourd goes to sleep.

But suddenly that day, a group of “out-of-home”s came to the door.

The first floor’s full of new zombies.

I’m sleeping sweetly.

There was a fight downstairs.

A new corpse fell and fell into my house.

I almost fell in my arms.

I’m a gentleman who turns away.

I’m tired of this kind of trick.

The King of Hegemons never bows.

New-born mortuaries danced to the ground.

To the effect that humans came in.

Hey, boring.

Not even one who talks.

It would be nice if there was a talking little zombie.

In that case, she would come in and say to me, “Your Majesty! Humans are coming in! I’m sorry.

Then I will calm her back: “Don’t panic until the King sees.” I’m sorry.

Too bad, I don’t even have a man to talk to.

Dead bodies are lonely as snow.

I smelled a special smell when I came downstairs.

Smells good.

It’s like that, but it’s like food.

I swallowed a spit and stood behind her.

She seemed scared and jumped on the shelf with a red eye staring at me.

I put it over, and I sniffed in her neck, “Abaab.”

Smells good.

She was surprised to return to me in the mortuary language of Abababa. I’m sorry.

Wow, smarter than Little King.

Six.

She said her name was Mute.

I asked her why Abba’s still called dumb.

In our dead world, I’m afraid it’s just us.

It’s a very special way of communicating with the new high-level zombies.

But she said that the human base was only a dumb Aba Abba.

I’m angry and despised.

We’re the best mortuaries in the world.

The mute is a dead person living at a human base.

So we had a friendly exchange with the human race.

She said, “There are lots of melons on the human base, and they eat well. I’m sorry.

I’m happy to nod my head: “We’re also getting bigger and bigger, and I’ll do it when they get fat.” I’m sorry.

I understand the logic of sustainable development.

Six.

I held her for a long time.

Three years.

The first time I’ve been able to communicate with people so quickly!

I’m suffocating!

But the mute wants to go back to the human base.

“You’re a dead man, why go back?” I’m sorry.

She says she promised a big sister to go back.

Yeah.

She’s committed.

I kind of envy the man she promised.

But it’s okay, even if she lives at a human base, she can come to me often.

She always said it was an excuse to go out and play with me without something.

I can’t help but find her supplies while I’m with her.

The mute’s got a good brain, just short legs.

I’m a very temporal person.

In order to get her supplies quickly, I had her sit on my neck.

My legs are long, run fast.

So she has more time with me.

Think about it all.

Then she stopped sitting on my neck.

She says it’s not very nice out there.

I asked her why she didn’t listen.

She says outside people say that our body is a terrible mutant.

I’m silent.

It doesn’t sound good. It doesn’t fit my aesthetics.

But then I couldn’t stand her walking, and I picked her up and put her on my arm.

The mute is small and light, and there’s no pressure in his single hand.

I’m not sure if I’m going to be able to get into a tree.

Then the little mute who is thrown out will cry out, “Yo-hoo-hoo!”

I’ve been working on parabola drop-points for a long time.

It was me, Joe, who learned how to kill him.

The happy time with the mute is not long.

Our minds seem to differ.

She’s a vegetarian.

It means not only that she doesn’t bite, but also that she stands for humanity.

This is the act of a traitor.

I was angry and left.

Sneaky.

I changed the nest to sleep.

A place she couldn’t find.

Meet again in the Zombie King’s land.

Little Wang is an aggressive young man.

He’s a little wise, so he wants to go out on his own.

He’s more obsessed with the house than he was.

Now we’re finally able to move into the first high building.

And the owner.

It was not expected that a peaceful life would soon be broken by outsiders.

And she, too, is among these outsiders.

Eleven.

Little Wang was sifted by humans.

I’m a little late.

All he had to do was pull me in one breath, “Aah-aah-aah-aah!”

I don’t understand, but my long-silent body feels sorrow and anger.

Little King is dead.

Before he died, he shoved his favorite tooth grinder in my hand.

I feel like the sky has collapsed.

There’s another one missing in the world.

Wang was killed by the humans who came with her.

People and zombies are in natural opposition.

There must be a war between two different camps.

I won’t let them go, not one of them!

I’m not taking any more naps.

I keep my boys staring at the human base every day.

And I’m watching the western base in secret.

Look at the western base where she’s depressed.

Every time there’s something in the dark, her eyes shine, and every time the light goes out.

Strange, she’s expecting something.

The opportunity will soon come.

West base is out of the inside.

Lord West is missing.

The three other base lords are coming to cut the land.

War is imminent.

I caught them in the middle of something.

As I was about to kill in front of the three lords, the men from the western base came out.

I spared three lords.

She stood upstairs looking at me.

I’m looking at her too.

It’s kind of sad not to say.

I finally let go of the West Base.

That’s where she likes.

Little Wang is dead and I’m all that’s left of her.

I hit three more bases.

I don’t have a relationship with these people. Someone has to pay for Wang’s death. I swore.

My mortuary team is growing stronger.

After the raid, I returned to the western base for covert observation.

I watched her go out with a woman.

I followed him.

But their last destination was the building where I woke up.

This building carries my countless painful memories.

Pain, helplessness and weakness.

The eyes of the white garters were cold.

They treat me like a mouse.

I saw the experiment in the building.

The experimenter was a woman.

She had a twin sister or a sister.

They’re the most experimenting with me.

Those pains make me remember their faces even in a half-a coma.

I put a needle in the body with a zombie virus.

Look at her convulsions and pain.

I want her to go through everything I’ve been through.

Die, stink.

I’m happy when I know the mute can live.

There is even a little hope for their future.

But the hope will soon be wiped out.

My heart is calm.

It’s just sad.

I’m a piece of junk.

A relic of slower decay.

In the dark corner.

I sent her a cat and left to keep her from getting sad.

I hate separation.

Incomprehensible pain.

Those who were newly born during the Al-Qaeda fighting had access to drugs.

They can live half-dead.

It’s easier for people to find materials than before.

We don’t attack half-mortems.

It’s like a buffer zone between zombies and humans.

The number of zombies is slowly decreasing.

Corruptness makes us incapable of action.

The brain is said to be the place where the dead end up working, so I can feel the changes in my body.

Die, stink.

It took another year.

I haven’t completely corrupted.

Today is the eighteenth birthday of the mute.

She came to the old supermarket we first met.

I’m at the supermarket too.

It happens.

But I followed her.

She cried out at the door: “Abababa!”

All echoes.

I quickly flipped on the second floor.

Then came down from the second floor as if he had just woken up.

She’s full of surprises.

It’s a big red fruit in my hand.

She grew a little higher.

Seems a little heavy too.

It’s not that light on the arm.

Or maybe she’s getting better and better, so I don’t hold her arms as smooth as before.

The smell of the same kind fades a lot, and the scent of the food goes around the nose.

She shoved the big red fruit in my mouth.

She said it was her birthday cake for me.

It doesn’t seem as bad as it would have been if the red fruit had gnawed away and the juice flowed into the throat.

“It’s coming out. I’m sorry.

She polished the juice for me, and her finger was cut from the lips.

I feel the irritation of a long time.

I couldn’t hold my head down and bit her finger.

She laughed.

The other hand snapped at my hair, “Joe, itches, let go. I’m sorry.

Don’t let go.

Don’t want to play.

She squeezed my cheeks and I threw out her hand and put it in my mouth.

She smiled: “The King’s tooth grinding stick works well, and the half of the bodies in the base used it to grind their teeth.” I’m sorry.

I threw out my tooth grinder.

Looks like the half-deads at the base have the same IQ as Wang.

For the first time, there have been several such cases.

I can’t stand it anymore.

But I hid from her.

She knows I’m here, and she’ll leave something for me.

Sometimes red fruit, sometimes half melon.

She’s trying to talk me into vegetarians.

She cried out to the air: “Azu, I will surely let my sister develop your medicine!” I’m sorry.

Is that a promise?

I threw up half the melon, and there was half-condensed black blood, and it’s getting worse lately.

I snuggle in the dark corner and look at her.

She seems to be getting brighter and fresher.

And I’m getting darker like dead.

I didn’t think things would change.

Maybe it’s from someone’s blessing.

But who’s going to bless me for a dying mortician?

That day the mute shouted downstairs at Abbaab.

I don’t care.

I’m already a little tired.

The pain, helplessness, weakness that was experienced in the white building engulfed me.

I thought the mute would leave without an answer as usual.

But soon there was her happy footsteps.

Joe! Get up! Hey! I’m sorry.

I covered my face.

Even if it hurts, it laughs.

She’s always so happy.

I’m sitting on a death row.

I got a shot of my little mute.

She shook my head, “Saving! I’m sorry.

Don’t move. They’re re-embracing.

I’m a little dizzy.

It’s not a single shot of special effects.

It can briefly ease my suffering and give me some energy.

The first-generation mortuary virus itself has the effect of fast cell growth.

She brought her medicine with a little improvement, sort of as an attack.

Maybe just a short recovery.

Maybe every other time.

One more day.

The dumb one with me crying, without tears.

She had a red fruit in her hand.

She said, “I didn’t dare steal a bite for you. I’m sorry.

I smiled and held her and the fruit in my arms.

The strength is restored, and the hunger comes with it.

She smells good.

I let her sit on my lap, pull up her long black hair and smell her neck.

I put my lips in her neck and the cold touch made her tremble.

I opened my mouth to bite, and suddenly she shoved red fruit into my mouth: “The vegan! I’m sorry.

Well, who wants to eat meat?

She said, “If you recover, I will take you to the base.” I’m in charge now! I’m sorry.

I nod my head.

A little bit of the red fruit she passed over.

A drop of juice fell on her neck and I licked it with care.

I’m so sick.

She tickled and laughed but didn’t push me away.

She fell asleep in my arms.

The sunset was dark, and a light came in through the untightened curtains.

I suddenly feel like life is right.

Because I have hope.

“Read”

One.

I’m a well-deserved substitute leader of the West Base.

The whole base listens to me.

The Lord of the East, on the north side, asked me to exchange weapons for mortuary antidotes.

The Lord of the North, with his old face and good words, asked me to give him two bases free trade.

South base was merged with me.

Now it’s the southwest base, the west in the front.

Two.

I looked at the red-eyed lord of the melon field.

Although he had already been taken, he had not been able to turn his head fast because the medication was not timely.

The only thing that doesn’t change is that he still likes melons at night.

My lord is not my brother.

I’m sure I’ll treat him well.

I brought him a lot of good nuts.

Then teach him to grind his teeth at night.

Other half-mortems use a tooth grinder. That’s cheap.

My own brother must use the best and strongest nuts.

Purely natural, fit for him.

I’m holding the melon, “I can’t. I’m sorry.

He took the nuts and said, “It’s so hot. I’m sorry.

When we had eaten, we smiled at each other, and the red eyes glowed in the night, and the people who came out to the night’s toilet ran away with their heads.

It was later that the inhabitants of the Territory complained.

They say the base recently has a mutated rat, and the sound of eating in the middle of the night is huge.

There is also a strong demand for a rat eradication campaign that will not allow the plague to be carried out in Hohorian fields.

Nuts are no longer available.

I found a slingshot, and I used peas as a shot at the lord.

He came out of the game.

Stand up and play games with me in the field.

I told him to go straight ahead.

The slingshot shot him three times and he lost.

But if the slingshot hits him three times before he can get to me, I lose.

Half-mortemized lords are slow.

I laugh.

It’s one of those.

He’s a little angry, trying to keep moving.

But there’s not enough.

“Back,” another hit.

I laughed so hard.

He’s trying to reach out.

When he was about to touch me, my pea hit him with no effort.

I croaked.

He was so angry, he said, “Ah, Papa!”

I don’t understand what he’s saying.

I’m more happy when I pull out my ears.

I’m still the most successful little zombie.

Although most of the bodies in the base mixer were rescued and turned into half-deads.

But not in time, I’m probably just like Wang.

The good thing is they’re strong enough.

I don’t complain if I do dirty work.

So I let them work at night.

I’m eating melons at night, and I’m working as a monitor at night.

Half-mortem people spent the night in prison, and I gave them half a melon very generously.

The melons were before the Lord.

Then I heard that some of the residents were calling me “mute skins.”

I was brought with me to get paid for my work.

I put my legs together and my hands crossed into my sleeve.

And I turned my eyes, and the members of the group of the sick and the old said to me, “The landowner has no surplus. I’m sorry.

Six.

The West Base is evaporating under my governance.

I’ve been entangling my older sister to make Joe a cure every day.

Azu’s medicine can’t stop.

One shot down and he can take me for at least a week and a half a month.

Keep up like a hair.

Big Sister, play, play! You’ve had enough orders with the other base masters to keep me busy for the next year. I saved an ancestor. I’m sorry.

I pulled her sleeve and moved out a whole new set of experimental equipment.

The older sister’s eyes were bright and smiled: “Come on, make you more needles without sleeping at night.” I’m sorry.

I’m happy to go out with my head on my back.

After Azu was better, I invited him to the base for a day tour.

Joe is a liar.

But after his death, Little King was a little too self-contained.

He doesn’t want to go out and play with new zombies.

I wish I could only wander around in the ruins of cities every day.

I can’t see anymore. Take him to the base.

He looked at me with a stinky face, and eventually he couldn’t stop me.

When he arrived, the sunset came and the half-dead woke up.

Some work in the field.

Some go to school.

Half-mortems are managed in a unified manner, not every one of them is as kind as I am.

The Lord had three broken ribs when he used to play the peashot.

The man is still in bed.

I took Joe to the school.

The school is in the middle of a course on “Drive and Application of Excavators”.

It’s a little hard to hear me in the fog.

Joe doesn’t care.

Sit down and pull me up.

The rest of the zombies also stopped attending classes.

Come around and listen to Azu Abba.

Even the Lord is in there listening.

The Lord scratched his head and pulled a piece of paper out of his arms: Coach, I have to learn this!

Learn what?

Abba?

Joe became an outside teacher at the school.

The kind that comes to a class a week.

It’s full. It’s full.

All of you are affected by the virus.

The fastest way to communicate with other zombies is to learn how to speak.

But if you don’t have talent, you really have to learn.

You see, Wang didn’t learn before he died.

Joe’s eyes rekindled.

It was almost the end of his mortuary as the old generation passed away.

But now he’s reaping a bunch of little fans.

Even the lord master followed him every day with his little Ben.

But I’ve been in trouble since my lord learned.

Not playing pea slingshots with me tonight.

It’s the beginning of my life again.

At first it was a word and a word.

Then there were dozens of words without breath.

You are the Lord, and you’re back to the old days.

That night, I was suddenly reminded of the fear of being vaunted by the Lord.

So I got a couple of zombies all night with the lord.

It is true that one night I heard Lord Abba Abba scold other bodies.

A week later, the zombies got out of Abba.

It’s just that Abba’s a little hot.

Eleven.

The Eastern Lord said he’d come to our base to learn to communicate.

As soon as he entered the door, he saw the Chancellor beating the other half-dead.

The lord master saw Lord East wailing.

Then it seemed as if something had come to mind, and the slippers from the next half of the dead fell on the eastern lord.

The Lord of the East has fled to his right and left: “Fellow north, the entire southwest base has become a pot of porridge.” I’m sorry.

Abbaba’s reading voice in the school hall.

It’s Joe who’s taking everyone to school.

The Lord of the East was attracted to the past, surprised and even led: “Your base still has something to shout. I’m sorry.

I’m covering my face.

Thank God the Eastern Lord doesn’t understand.

They’re not serious.

The old ones are disappearing.

Only Zou is a ghost and occasionally comes to the base for a language lesson.

Half-mortals worked in the fields, and the sound of Ababa was heard in the fields.

The Lord has recently met a technologist at the North Base and has heard that he has recently studied the mortuary interpreter.

The more time they use the virus, the more they recover.

I’m finally leaving as a substitute.

Although I did well.

Azu stood at the gate of the base and asked me, “Are you going?” I’m sorry.

I climbed on his arm and sat down, “Go!” I’m sorry.

I want to see the world after the end of the end.

The sunset smelt, the gold rots.

We began our journey in the sunset.

We were not afraid, because we knew that the sun of tomorrow would rise.

Author: Woo-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la.

I don’t know.

Keep your eyes on the road.