Zhao Qinghan: ?

Zhao Qinghan: "What did you say? Are you going to dig a grave?"

The watermelon knife in her hand was almost unsteady.

Cheng Mengyun had already rushed back to the house where she was stationed to get the shovel that had just been sharpened at noon, and Yinhua followed her after seeing this.

When the two returned, Cheng Mengyun was carrying a big spoon. The big spoon should have been cooking in a big pot before. It was as big as a face. Yinhua had a shovel in his left hand and a hoe in his right.

Cheng Mengyun glanced at the tombstone, and directly picked the name of a person in his 150s on the spiritual card in his memory. She didn't talk nonsense, she just picked up the big spoon and digged.

The soil is loose and soft, except that it is wet and heavy by water, it is relatively easy to dig.

"Hey, isn't it a bit bad to dig a grave?" Zhao Qinghan said, she took the hoe in Yinhua's hand and started digging, "It's not very lucky."

Cheng Mengyun looked at Zhao Qinghan, although he said "no, no," but his body was still digging the soil honestly.

The three worked hard, Qiaoqiao finished eating the sandwiches and found that the three adults were all working. After thinking for a while, she took off the ax tied around her waist, and then slid away after finding the right direction.

Cheng Mengyun focused on her one-acre and three-point land. At this time, she found that a small wooden shovel had also joined the scope of work. When she looked up, she found that Xiao Qiaoqiao was also helping, with a small face full of expressions. serious.

She found out before that this child is not only sensible, but also always thinking about sharing the work, probably because she is afraid that the three of them will leave her behind, and she has been working hard to prove that she is not a burden. Don't let her rest.

"Qiaoqiao, where did you get this wooden shovel?" Cheng Mengyun leaned on the big spoon and felt that the piece of wood looked familiar.

Qiaoqiao pointed in one direction.

Cheng Mengyun looked in the direction of her finger, and saw that the old locust tree covered with white cloth strips was missing a big branch.

"Yes, the little guy can climb trees." Cheng Mengyun admired Qiaoqiao's carpentry skills completely.

She also asked the other party before, where did she learn the craft of carpentry, and the child said that she was taught by someone when she was a child, but she couldn't remember who it was. Later, when Sister Ye and the others were busy, she played with wood by herself.

I dug along the bottom of the tombstone, and dug a deep pit of two or three meters. No trace of the coffin was found. It was not until dug a lot to the right that a tattered coffin was dug up. The black coffin is also old, simple and elegant, and it looks no different from what Qiaoqiao usually does.

Cheng Mengyun became more and more suspicious that Qiaoqiao's surname was "Shou", and the person who taught her carpentry was probably from the Shou family.

"Tombstones should be placed randomly." Yinhua felt that the slightly long hair was a bit of a hindrance, so she pulled the hair on her forehead back.

"After digging the grave, then what?" Zhao Qinghan looked at the coffin and folded his hands together and began to recite the rebirth scriptures.

"Then open the coffin." Cheng Mengyun jumped directly into the pit two or three meters deep, and got to the tattered coffin.

Zhao Qinghan: ?

She clearly remembered that a few days ago, when Cheng Mengyun first came to Longevity Village, he was so scared that he started screaming when he saw a moving coffin, shivering and shivering in the small blanket.

Then...

In a few days, the other party began to harden the third-order zombie snake, living directly in the village suspected to be the origin of the apocalypse, and opening the coffin after digging the grave.

Feeling Zhao Qinghan's gaze, Cheng Mengyun raised his head and said seriously, "I usually really respect ghosts and gods."

After she finished speaking, she opened the coffin lid.

The coffin was not tightly covered, and the smell in the deep pit was apart from the smell of damp earth and the lingering smell of rotting corpses. Cheng Mengyun felt that he was in the pile of zombies, and his nose was constantly poisoned.

The coffin lid was unexpectedly pulled open with ease.

"Huh?" Cheng Mengyun held up a big spoon to look at it, preparing for any abnormal movements inside, so he hit it on the head with the big spoon.

As a result, the coffin was empty, only a few pieces of corroded rags and a large round bead.

Cheng Mengyun showed a regretful expression. She really wanted to see what a long-lived old man who could live to be more than 150 years old looked like.

The rags in the coffin were colorful and the stitches were meticulous. The variegated round bead was as big as a quail egg, and it should have been made from a stone after it was ground flat.

Yinhua squatted by the pit, staring at the contents of the coffin, and said, "The cloth made of this material should be the shroud worn by the deceased. As for the bead... If I guessed correctly, It is a 'tongue depressor' placed in the mouth of the deceased, it can prevent facial atrophy, and it can also protect you from starving to death in the underworld."

Yinhua has been doing business with his master all year round, but only a year or two later, when his master passed away unexpectedly while receiving a big order, Yinhua worked alone, and some family members would stop for several days, resulting in the burial of those Yinhua had seen There are dozens of corpses, if not hundreds, and they know the information about the dead and the coffin like the back of their hands.

Cheng Mengyun heard something wrong from Yinhua's words: "Huazi, that means there is a corpse in the coffin?"

"Yes."

Zhao Qinghan held a conservative attitude: "Could it be a tomb of clothes?"

"I don't know either," Cheng Mengyun shook his head honestly, "Then to find out the truth, let's dig another grave."

Zhao Qinghan choked up.

After covering the coffin tightly, Cheng Mengyun was thinking whether to step on the coffin and step up from the deep pit.

Afterwards, she still passed her hand to Yinhua: "Huazi, give me a hand."

Yinhua's hands were callused from repeated practice with weapons, and were dyed with scorching heat, just like Qiaoqiao's palms. Cheng Mengyun stepped on the earth wall beside the deep pit with his strength and came to the ground.

She continued to dig without saying a word, and Yinhua also started to help.

Zhao Qinghan simply tied up his long curly hair with a hair tie to facilitate his movements.

"Why do you want to dig a grave and look at the coffin?" Zhao Qinghan moved closer to Cheng Mengyun's side, watching his delicate face dripping with sweat.

She basically can't make mistakes when looking at people. In her eyes, Cheng Mengyun is a person who is not very curious. After getting along for a few days, the other party is not interested in her privacy at all. The questioning with Qiaoqiao is also based on the important question. It stands to reason that the other party will not spend a lot of time digging out the past behind Longevity Village.

Cheng Mengyun paused for digging, took out a bottle of water from her backpack and took a sip, said in a very flat tone: "If, I mean if, Longevity Village was really researched by the group six years ago People wiped out the village, and the villagers inside were all arrested and used as research materials."

She pointed to the deserted village in the distance: "Before this, this village has always been isolated from the world. No one knows that even if people are harmed, they are still in their own village. It may be that the customs are more infernal, but This is not the reason for the village to be wiped out. After the end of the world, we may be the last group of people to reach Longevity Village and live in other people's houses. I thought, being idle is idle, why not help find out the truth and have a chance It can also help people get justice.”

After she finished speaking, she continued with the work at hand.

Zhao Qinghan looked at her for a long time, then suddenly laughed, and continued digging.

When it was almost 4:30 p.m., the cemetery was full of large and small pits. The tombstones on the ground did not match the coffins underground. The tombstones were placed randomly after the researchers dug the grave. When Cheng Mengyun and the others looked at the coffin, they also restored the tombstones and coffin to their positions.

After several hours of excavation and exploration, the four found that the 150-year-old corpses were all missing, and some of the limbs had been taken from the corpses in other coffins.

But all the corpses left in the coffin were covered with fine black lines without exception.

Some people who died early had black fine lines intruding into their heads, and they were finally buried in the form of zombies, and the coffins of these zombies were all without exception, with wooden cones nailed into the brain, and Qiaoqiao in the small attic The method of cleaning up "waste" inside is the same.

"Good guy, there were zombies in this village hundreds of years ago." Cheng Mengyun leaned to the side of the coffin, looked at this zombie hundreds of years ago, and made sure that the other party was really nailed to death by a wooden awl Die again, only to stop the idea of ​​offending the ancestors.

"Damn it, maybe why they can live longer is because they turned into zombies!" Cheng Mengyun thought in surprise, her hands trembling a little, "Yeah, zombies look like zombies, as long as they eat human flesh, they can keep moving forever The state, and the age can't be seen from the appearance."

Anyway, a lump of carrion.

Zhao Qinghan stood guard by the pit: "It may also be half-human and half-dead. I seriously doubt that old people over 150 years old are actually half-human and half-dead. The people in the coffin should have not survived the infection. Alienated into zombies. And the attitude of the villagers towards zombies is very cruel."

Yinhua stood in front of Cheng Mengyun, if the zombies in the coffin suddenly rioted, he could stop them.

There was no emotion in Yinhua's tone: "The so-called longevity means becoming a half-human, half-corpse monster. The snake in the well should have survived for hundreds of years."

Frowning slightly, Cheng Mengyun realized that his previous understanding was a bit one-sided. The people in Longevity Village worshiped the snake fairy. The villagers originally wanted to pray for longevity, but they turned into existences that were neither human nor ghost.

The snake fairy sacrifice must be bloodier than imagined.

She thought of the murals in the cellar that were covered by ink pens, what kind of things were the people who painted them trying to cover up.

She vaguely felt that she had found the answer.

After filling all the holes, the four of them were a little silent, and the pressure of wordlessness filled the air.

Looking at the standing tombstones, Cheng Mengyun always felt that something was missing, but he couldn't think of anything wrong.

Seeing that Cheng Mengyun, who was always smiling, had a dignified expression, Yinhua couldn't help teasing her: "What are you thinking, let me tell you."

Cheng Mengyun recovered from her contemplation, and she gave Yinhua a slap: "I am two days older than you, and you are my younger brother."

She confided what she had just thought: "I was thinking, could it be possible that the descendants in the village are a combination of half human and half corpse, or a combination of human and half human and half corpse? Are they not reproductively isolated?"

Yinhua didn't know what to think of, and the tips of her ears were a little red.

As a result, the redness was directly scattered by the girl with double braids in front of her: "I'm afraid that zombies can give birth."

Yinhua thought about a bunch of zombie cubs rushing over to bite people, so he thanked him for not being sensitive.

"Let's think of something pleasant, such as what to eat tonight, and I'll cook." Yinhua patted her head.

Cheng Mengyun unceremoniously reported the names of a bunch of dishes, and then said to him solemnly:

"Huazi, I want to go to the well tomorrow.

"I always feel like there's something else in there."