After what he said, everyone discovered that the moon was shining brightly, and the woman really had no shadow, and her clothes were very tattered and thin. She was also wearing single flower shoes, and there were some flowers embroidered on the back of the shoes. Look at the woman's embroidered shoes and trousers.

Where is the skin of a living person where the ankles are connected? It was black and purple, and it was clearly a dead body. Everyone took a breath of cold air, their feet were so frightened that they became weak and they lost the strength to run.

"What...what should I do? Do...do you want to kill her?" Fortunately, the hunters at that time also had guns in their hands, and one of them had already loaded gunpowder and pointed it at the woman.

Dabao and his grandfather were experienced after all. He rolled his eyes and ordered: "Let's take a detour down the mountain. Don't mess with this kid."

Everyone had been waiting for the leader to give the order, and they all followed him and retreated into the forest. But no matter where the hunters went, or how far they left the Black Dragon Temple, they could clearly hear the cry of the baby in the woman's arms.

He was clearly beside them.

"Don't look back, just pretend you didn't hear me and follow me quickly!" his grandfather ordered.

After walking down the mountain for more than an hour, they reached the bottom of the mountain. Suddenly Dabao's grandfather stopped in front of him. When everyone saw it, they couldn't help but break into a cold sweat. The woman appeared again ten meters in front of them.

He had been holding the child for a long time and turned his back to them.

Everyone is also annoyed. Since she refuses to let us go, there is no need to be polite. She has a shotgun, a hound, and a boning knife in her hands. Several big men, even if she is some kind of monster, we still have to fight with her today.

Life and death! His grandfather waved his hand and told the accompanying brothers to stop talking and to be polite first and then fight.

He cupped his fists and said respectfully: "This Great Immortal is above me. We are members of the Tongjia clan of Wild Wolf Fort at the foot of the mountain. We accidentally broke into the Black Dragon Temple late at night. I really did not intend to disturb your purity. Please give me your noble hand and let us go down the mountain."

After I return home, I will eat, pray, pray, and fast for seven or forty-nine days for you. I will treat you as a deity and offer you incense, candles, and ingots during every year and festival."

This is also the rule in the mountains. There are a lot of strange things in the Daxingan Mountains, and the hunters also have their own methods. If it is those evil creatures who want to find a scapegoat, they generally do not dare to provoke so many men and hounds. Listen to them like this

They said they had already given way. But the woman remained motionless and had no intention of giving way to let them go.

His grandfather stared at him. At that time, the hunters said that if you were a hunter, you were a hunter. That was in the countryside. When you came out of the countryside, you would be a bearded man carrying a shotgun. They were all butchers who killed without blinking an eye. He immediately started murdering.

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When I heard the tension, I quickly lit a cigarette for Dabao.

Meihui asked: "Brother, is that a zombie? Dabao's grandfather is really brave, but there are so many old men with guns and hounds, how are you afraid of a zombie?"

I shook my head and told them: "If this is indeed a zombie, then I'm afraid Grandpa Dabao and the others are in danger. This is not an ordinary zombie. The thing that appears in the northeastern mountains during the coldest winter is not called that. It's called ice."

ghost."

"Isn't it just a matter of changing the name of the big rice dumpling?" Lanzi asked me as he didn't understand the knowledge here.

Da Zongzi is a big zongzi. It is not as simple as Lanzi said. There is also a difference between zombies and zongzi. Da Zongzi refers to the wet corpses wrapped in a thick layer of glutinous rice in the coffins of ancient tombs, which have not changed for thousands of years.
Chapter completed!