Su Bai kicked Fatso and said, "F * ck, have you forgotten that you are a Taoist priest?"
Seeing Fatso's reaction, Su Bai felt a little ashamed for him.
"How can this be the same? I can't even draw talismans in the air now, let alone prepare talisman paper. I almost died when I fought with this guy just now, let alone become a big dumpling."
Fatso felt bitter in his heart. He felt like he had entered a brothel after he became impotent.
"It has grown hair, what should we do?" Su Bai asked.
"F * ck, have you forgotten that you are a zombie? How dare you ask me what to do?" Fatso began to fight back.
"..." Su Bai.
For Fatso and Su Bai, it was like the two of them were the US military invading Iraq in the past. They were valiant and high-spirited, with fighter jets and warships opening the way and the Iraqi army surrendering at the sight of them. Everything was as beautiful as crushing dry weeds and smashing rotten wood. Now, they were an American soldier taking a shower alone and then being attacked by anti-American armed forces.
Su Bai hesitated for a moment, then immediately got up, took out the kitchen knife again, and cut the white-haired Hu Kai's neck again. Then, he used all his strength to cut Hu Kai's head off like a saw.
Zombies were actually another form of life. It was difficult for swords and guns to hurt them, but they were not truly indestructible. If they encountered an ordinary zombie, they would still be finished even if they used a more powerful submachine gun to blow their heads off. Hu Kai's neck had already been cut in half by Su Bai. At this time, as long as this guy's head was cut off, even if he grew hair, his Corpse Qi could only continue to leak out, and he would not be able to get up.
Fatso immediately came over to help. The two senior listeners were so flustered when dealing with a zombie that had just grown hair, but after a while, with the unremitting efforts of Su Bai and Fatso, Hu Kai's head was finally sawed off.
"Huff, huff …"
"Huff, huff …"
The two of them were so tired that they sat next to each other and panted. Taking care of the dead was really more tiring than taking care of the living. Fatso immediately went to check on Jiang Hong's condition and said, "Fortunately, this woman did not turn into a zombie, but how did this guy turn so fast? Does the broadcast really not care about the rules at all?"
"Maybe this guy had some kind of adventure in the previous story world. Did you forget his nose? Maybe because of some reason, his resentment quickly gathered after his death and caused the sign of a zombie," Su Bai guessed.
After speaking, he simply dug out the eyes of Jiang Hong and Hu Kai and threw them into his bottle. He then took out the piece of paper and looked at it. The completion of soaking wine with the audience's eyes had changed from 0/2 to 1/2. This meant that he had completed half of this task, but at the same time, he still had to kill three more listeners to complete this task.
"By the way, Da Bai, there's no fridge at home. Where are we going to store the meat?" Fatso thought of a very serious problem. The meat was going to be sold. For them, killing people was not a problem, but selling, earning money, and preserving the meat, which were not difficult at the beginning, had become the trickiest.
"Let's marinate it first." Su Bai suggested, "There's no need to sell it again and again. Let's try to stock up and sell it all in one go."
After all, selling it again and again would easily arouse suspicion.
"Uh, okay." Fatso scratched his head. He had no choice but to accept the idea.
To avoid any accidents, and to avoid what happened to Hu Kai, Su Bai and Fatso immediately started dismembering the corpses in the small house. By the time they were done, the sky had darkened. Both of them were now ordinary people. They were tired and hungry, but they forced themselves to dig a hole and bury the three corpses like they did the last time they buried the corpses by the river. After cleaning up the small house, the two of them went to the river to take a bath and changed into another set of clothes. Then, they walked back to the village and carefully returned to their original home.
When they arrived home, Fatso did not dare to waste any time. He began to look for salt and found many bags of broken promises in a cabinet in the shed at the back.
"F * ck, it seems that the murderer used to do this. This is just right. I don't need to buy salt anymore."
Fatso started to marinate the meat, while Su Bai went back to his bedroom to rest. Fatso had no complaints. Their tasks were different. Su Bai only needed to sell the meat, regardless of the price. He only needed to focus on quantity, while Fatso needed to make money. Therefore, Su Bai could slack off, but Fatso could not.
Su Bai, who was lying on the bed, felt his eyelids getting heavier and heavier. His bedroom door was not closed. In rural bungalows, the two bedrooms were connected to the living room in the middle by a door. Generally, there was another door on the outside of the two bedrooms. The bungalows in this village were basically like this. Of course, according to the "custom" of Chinese people to earn money to build houses and buy houses, the real level of economic development in a place could be seen at a glance by going to the local village to see what kind of houses the farmers lived in.
Fatso was humming and puffing as he marinated the meat. He kept muttering to himself as if he was telling himself that he was marinating Norton ham. This was also a kind of self-suggestion. Otherwise, he would feel uncomfortable working with a pile of human meat in the middle of the night.
Su Bai turned his body sideways and faced Fatso. Fatso glanced at Su Bai as he smeared the salt on the meat. Then, he continued to do his own thing. Su Bai used this method to express that he was with Fatso, and then he began to sleep.
For some reason, this sleep was not very good. Su Bai did not sleep for long before he opened his eyes. He saw Fatso sitting on a small stool in the living room in a daze. Is the marinating done? So fast?
"Fatso, Fatso..."
Su Bai shouted twice, but Fatso did not move. This time, Su Bai realized that he was dreaming.
Damn it, he even had a dream when he changed into an ordinary person's body. Su Bai's tyrannical soul force allowed him to maintain a certain sense of consciousness even when he was sleeping, so he really hadn't had a dream for a long time.
When people realized that they were dreaming, they often woke up from the dream. Su Bai was the same. He closed his eyes and opened them again. Su Bai saw that Fatso was still humming and puffing as he continued to marinate the meat. At the moment, Su Bai did not take it to heart. He only felt that he was too tired, so he closed his eyes and continued to sleep.
But for some reason, after a while, Su Bai woke up again. When he opened his eyes, he saw Fatso sitting there motionless. Damn, was he dreaming again? Su Bai instinctively felt that something was wrong. But when he realized that he was dreaming, he opened his eyes again and found that Fatso had started to marinate the meat again.
"Fatso, Fatso..."
"Ah, what's the matter?" Fatso turned his face to look at Su Bai.
"What's the matter?" Su Bai asked tentatively.
"Nothing." Fatso replied.
Could it be that I'm really too tired?
Su Bai was a little hesitant, but the tiredness was like a tide, getting fiercer and fiercer. He could only continue to close his eyes and sleep. But because of the worry in his heart, he quickly woke up and opened his eyes again. This time, he saw that Fatso was continuing to marinate the meat, not sitting there motionless like in the dream.
Su Bai's heart was slightly relieved, and he closed his eyes and continued to sleep.
Then, after a while, he opened his eyes again, as if he was a little worried and wanted to see again. Fatso was still marinating the meat.
Su Bai let out a long sigh of relief. This time, he was prepared to let go of all his doubts and sleep. Otherwise, this body would definitely not be able to experience anything else tomorrow. But at this moment, Su Bai suddenly shook his head, as if he was still a little worried, and shouted,
"Fatso, Fatso..."
"Ah, what's the matter?"
"There are cobwebs on this ceiling." Su Bai didn't know what to say. He only felt that his head was very heavy, but he still felt that he should say something.
Fatso immediately got up, took a wet mop, and directly stood on Su Bai's bed. He used the mop to mop the ceiling and began to mop it non-stop. Su Bai, who was lying on the bed, felt water droplets splashing on his body, and he felt a wave of annoyance.
When a person was sleepy, they would feel that they could not think clearly about many things, and their thinking ability would be infinitely weakened. But at this point, why did Su Bai still feel that everything was normal?
Damn it,
I'm still dreaming!
This is also fake, this is also a dream!
After realizing this, Su Bai closed his eyes again. When he opened them again, he saw that Fatso was still sitting in the living room and continuing to marinate the meat.
"Fatso, Fatso..."
"Ah, what's the matter?"
Su Bai gritted his teeth and sat up from the bed, but he found that he could not move,
Ghost pressing the bed!
Su Bai finally understood the problem!
For a while, another strong wave of drowsiness hit him. If he were an ordinary person, he would probably fall asleep again at this time. After all, when they were really sleepy, many people would continue to lie in bed even if the world was destroyed. However, Su Bai had seen too many storms. Even if his soul and body were that of an ordinary person, he subconsciously bit the tip of his tongue at this time. His body suddenly became light, and he finally sat up.
This time, Su Bai felt that his senses were much clearer than when he was lying down. This was the difference between a dream and reality. Many things in a dream were rough. Whether it was seeing or sensing things, they were all hazy. In reality, everything was so intuitive and clear. This time, Su Bai could finally confirm that he was awake.
Turning his head and looking at the living room again, Su Bai saw that Fatso had already stood up straight. It was even as if something was around his neck and pulling him up. It was difficult for the tips of his feet to touch the ground, and his face was beginning to turn blue.
Fatso grabbed his neck with one hand and reached out to Su Bai with the other. When he saw Su Bai sitting up on the bed, a hint of joy appeared in his eyes. He had wanted to call out to Su Bai for a long time, but he could not make a sound.
Just like last night when he used his belt to strangle that guy's neck, that guy could not make a sound either...
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