"Xiao Luo, is the medicine ready?" The voice of a middle-aged old man came in.

"That's fine, you can sit next to the stove." Su Xiaoluo's voice came from the inner room.

"Okay, it's really a joy to hear Old Man Yang say that you are already dispensing medicine. You know that since Uncle Guan left, our villages will be helpless if they have any disease. Fortunately, you are there..." The old man said with a smile.

"Where, I have to thank Fu Da, he was the medicine he picked in the heavy rain." Su Xiaoluo said.

"Oh, oh, I'll chat with Fuda."

In the wooden house, occasionally a burst of sparks jumped in the stove, and the little sparks suddenly rushed out, leaving a burning mark on the wooden circle.

The old man who was talking was wearing a straw raincoat. He placed the straw raincoat in a bamboo basket, revealing a well-maintained face, but smiled with wrinkles, which made people easily judge his age.

"You are so lucky, you are so lucky and lucky." The old man Xie Sang smiled and patted the shoulders of the dull and thin young man with his hands.

"You've hurt me." The thin young man turned his head blankly and said in an emotional tone.

"Oh, sorry, I forgot that you are injured too." The old man Xie Sang sat in front of the thin young man and said with a smile.

The thin young man was still sitting there, completely unresponsive to what Xie Sang said.

The old man Xie Sang sighed lightly and asked Su Xiaoluo in the inner room, saying, "Is he amnesia or has he become a fool?"

"I don't know, I'm stupid anyway." Su Xiaoluo replied.

"It's okay to have amnesia. Most of the time it's caused some mental blow or severe damage to the head, which needs treatment. If you become a fool because of severe damage, it will be difficult to recover." Xie Sang continued.

"The medicine is ready!" Su Xiaoluo came out with a black pot of medicine.

Xie Sang took it over, and Su Xiaoluo hurriedly reminded him to burn it. Xie Sang realized that he almost overturned the medicine he had just decocted.

"A person of such a big man is still irritable, how can you take good care of this village!" Su Xiaoluo scolded Xie Sang and said.

"Hehe, don't blame the village chief for not reminding you that you are not young anymore and you always live in the same room with this boy..."

"Hurry up and send the medicine!"

"Okay, okay."

As soon as Xie Sang left, Su Xiaoluo patted his shoulders with some fatigue.

She glanced at Zhang Xiaohou, who was sitting in front of the brazier like a wooden stake. Seeing that he ignored him, she couldn't help but snorted.

After even snorting a few times, Zhang Xiaohou sat there indifferently, which made her so angry that she stamped her feet again. She simply turned her head and didn't bother to see him.

"Not good!!! Not good!!!"

"Hide quickly, hide quickly!!!"

Just then, an aunt screamed in panic outside the house.

Su Xiaoluo hurriedly opened the window and saw Aunt Xie running into the village in panic. She ran so fast that she fell twice into the mud.

"What's wrong, thank you!" Su Xiaoluo asked hurriedly.

"The undead, there is the undead at the entrance of the village... The old man in the village was eaten alive..." Master Xie was obviously frightened and his voice trembled extremely.

"I'll go and see..." Su Xiaoluo immediately put on the straw raincoat and stepped outside the house.

When Zhang Xiaohou saw her running out, he followed her without thinking, fearing that something would happen to her.

Some villagers were screaming from the village, and a few timid people rolled and crawled deep into the village to escape...

Su Xiaoluo and Zhang Xiaohou ran straight to the entrance of the village and suddenly found that the road at the entrance of the village was red, and blood mixed into the rain and flowed into a stream, dividing into countless lines to spread out of the entrance of the village.

Several young and strong villagers were standing in the heavy rain with hoes. They did not dare to approach the entrance of the village, but could only stare at the rotten corpse that was gnawing at the old man at the entrance of the village...

"What's going on? Didn't the old man in the village drink the well water from Kunjing?" Su Xiaoluo's face turned pale after seeing this bloody scene.

"Of course I've drunk it, but I don't know what's going on with this undead, and it will still attack us... It's probably a mutant undead!" said the villager who was shaking with a hoe on his body.

"It must be cursed, our Hua Village must be cursed! A week ago, Lao He died under the claws of the undead, and one died three days ago. Today, it was even more late in the evening. A large number of undead would rush into the village and eat us... and eat us all. Curse, I said I can't do that, we are cursed!!" Another middle-aged villager said in a frightened manner.

The rotten corpse was extremely cruel. After eating the old man's internal organs, it seemed as if it was not satisfied. It rushed towards another young villager who wanted to drive it away.

The young villager's ridiculous sickle was not swung down, and his throat was bitten open by a mouthful, and the sticky blood was sprayed out. How shocking under the gray rain curtain!!

The villagers protect their bodies in a special way and are not attacked by the undead. But once a situation occurs, they can't even resist a rotten corpse!

"Escape!"

Several young and strong villagers were immediately scared and fled to the village.

"You can't let it enter the village!" Su Xiaoluo wanted to call on the villagers, but they were scared and ran away faster than anyone else.

Su Xiaoluo gritted his teeth and hurriedly ran towards the wooden stake wall...

The rotten corpse did not enter the village completely. If the wooden stake door at the entrance of the village was lowered, the crisis could be resolved. The wooden stake was made of gray wood. The undead were born to dislike this kind of wood product and would be far away from the village...

Su Xiaoluo ran to the gate gate mechanism, but the rotten corpse suddenly stared at her with green eyes.

The rotten corpse abandoned the young villagers who had been gnawing halfway, and rushed towards Su Xiaoluo like a hungry wild dog.

"What are you doing? Don't want to live anymore!" an aunt screamed.

Su Xiaoluo turned his head and suddenly found the rotten corpse rushing towards her. The speed was amazingly fast, as if he had pounced in front of him in the blink of an eye.

"Fire!"

"burst!"

At the critical moment, a ball of flames rushed away from the dense rain on the muddy path, and accurately landed on the rotten corpse.

The flames burst open and the rotten corpse was blown away, blowing the body to its ulcer.

"How can you guys deal with the undead? Leave quickly!" A young man with eyebrows horizontally raised on the road in the muddy village shouted.

When those villagers who fled in panic saw the young man, they were like seeing the Buddha who saved his life...

"That's great, Hong Jun, you are in the village, you're saved now!"

"Hong Jun, this rotten corpse is very cruel. Why don't you wait until your father arrives before dealing with it?" Several villagers hurriedly fled and scattered, hiding behind the young man named Hong Jun.

"Hmph, I can deal with a rotten corpse alone." The young man named Hong Jun had a hint of arrogance on his face!
Chapter completed!