The Ancient Growth Diary of a Little Zombie

"Really? Did you see clearly that it was my Eighth Girl carrying Little Nine on her back?

Isn't it some wild monkey?"

Sang Tieniu and Sang Tiezi each pulled one of the hunters and asked them questions, and were so excited that they were almost torn apart.

Sang the Hunter, also known as Sang Xi, had his face flushed red from being dragged. It really hurt when two men were pulling him on each side!

After struggling for a long time, he finally broke free and said angrily

"You guys don't know what my eyes are like,

I'm still confused. Isn't that girl from your family that...

How come you're fine now? You ran too fast!"

When everyone heard that it was not a wild monkey, they felt relieved.

"But what happened to that eighth girl? Is she alright? How can she run so fast again?"

Someone asked again.

The three Sang brothers were also confused. When they went out in the morning, the child was still the same as usual.

Why did this happen suddenly? The three of us looked at each other, and no one knew what was going on.

"Okay, don't think too much about it. It's getting dark. The most important thing is to find the children. It's too dangerous for two children to be in the mountains after dark!"

Sang Tiezhu looked at the sky, and his heart, which had just relaxed, sank again.

"Yes, it's important to find the child first."

Everyone quickly agreed that the safety of the children was the most important.

Sangxi was familiar with the mountains, so he led everyone to continue chasing after the traces left by the two children.

The little brother watched his sister take him deeper and deeper into the mountains, and he cried loudly because of the strange sounds of insects and birds around him.

"Wow, wow, wow, eighth sister, what are we doing?

I’m scared, woooooo, Eighth Sister~”

Hearing the crying of the human baby on its back, the little zombie said that humans were still too weak compared to zombies, so he had no choice but to stop and put him on the ground.

"Hehe?" Why are you crying?

"Wuwuwu, Eighth Sister, wuwuwu, I want to go home. I'm scared, wuwuwu, wuwuwu~"

The kid who usually only played in the village had never been to such a deep mountain forest. He cried so hard that his face was covered with snot and tears.

Wuuuuuuu, could it be that he ate all of Eighth Sister’s delicious food and that Eighth Sister is angry and wants to throw him away?

Dad! Mom! Grandpa and grandma!

"Hehehe." Stop crying.

"Woooooooooo~"

"Hahahaha!" I'll beat you if you cry again!

"Wooo ...

He paid no attention to his sister's dead whispers and just cried violently at the thought that he was going to be abandoned.

His grandmother told me that the mountains were full of man-eating beasts and wolves, as well as old monsters!

The corpse's head hurt because of the crying. Well, a brain the size of a sesame seed is still a brain.

The corpse is angry, the corpse can't bear it anymore, the corpse doesn't want to bear it anymore.

So the little brother received another critical hit from his sister!

……

"Hiccup~ Eighth Sister~ You hit me again QAQ!"

The little brother complained to his eighth sister with tears in his eyes, his little nose and face were all red and wrinkled from crying.

"Hahahahaha!" I'll beat you if you cry again!

The little zombie raised his little fist to signal the human cub.

What can I say? Children must be beaten if they don’t listen. This little zombie punched the child and the child became obedient and stopped crying!

The little brother asked his eighth sister with sobs.

"Eighth sister, what are we doing here? I want to go home!"

"Hehehehe." I can't go back. It's dangerous. I'm going to be shot in the head!

The little zombie frowned and pretended seriously to be shot in the head.

"Hmm~ Eighth sister, do you have a headache? Let's go home quickly and ask grandma to find a doctor."

The little brother thought that the problem with his brain was a serious illness, and he didn't want his sister to become like before.

He pulled his sister and was about to walk back.

The little zombie felt even more headache. Why was his human brother so stupid?

I can understand human language, so why can't he understand corpse language!

Hey, the little zombie is worried!

"Ho ho people ho ho ho danger ho ho ho ho."

The little zombie heaved for a long time before finally uttering three words.

My vocal cords, which hadn't been used in eight years, were almost choked to death.

Listening to his sister's ho-ho-ho sound, the little brother's mind was full of:

What's that noise? Could it be that my sister has been possessed by an old monster?

After all, the old monster in the old monster story his grandmother told him before seemed to make the same noise.

The little brother became more and more frightened the more he thought about it, and he looked at his sister secretly.

Her little face turned pale with fright, and her eyes were filled with tears.

He covered his mouth tightly with his two little hands and dared not cry out loud, for fear that the old monster (his sister) would eat him if he cried out.

Just when he was about to run away, he suddenly remembered how good his eighth sister was to him, and they had spent the happiest afternoon of his life together today.

For the big pancake, oh no, for his sister!

As a man who is already four years old!

He can't leave his sister alone!

Grandma said what was the old monster afraid of? His four-year-old brain was working desperately.

Think about it quickly! Think about it quickly! Remember it quickly! Grandma said it.

I finally remembered it just before my four-year-old’s CPU burned out.

Phew! That was a close call, I almost died!

Child urine!

Yes, it is boy’s urine. Grandma said that old monsters are afraid of boy’s urine.

The little zombie watched the brother's colorful facial expressions with great interest.

Sometimes it's like this, sometimes it's like that and like that again.

Even if she had no brains, she could see that a whole drama was going on in his little head.

Just as I was about to speak, I saw that the person opposite me seemed to have made a huge decision.

He quickly took off his pants with a heroic look on his face, then lifted up his little bird and sprayed it on her...

There is no need to bear it anymore!

Clenching my fists, Duang~Duang~Duang~

……

The little brother touched the three freshly baked big buns on his head with an accusing look on his face.

"Eighth sister! I'm still a child!"

The little zombie nodded in approval.

Well, it’s better to spank children early.

"Eighth sister, let's go home. It's getting dark now. If we don't go back, we'll get beaten again."

The little brother looked at the particularly violent sister today with a look of grievance.

The little zombie didn't understand and ignored him.

"Eighth sister, I miss my mother so much~"

The little zombie's eyes lit up, he understood.

He needs food. My brother must be hungry again.

What should I do if my younger brother eats too much?

How could a third-grade zombie in the 26th century distinguish between mother and food? After all, everyone there calls her mother.

The teacher said that meals should be nutritiously balanced, and that picky eaters are not good students.

I already had KFC this afternoon so I can't eat it today.

So the little zombie rummaged around in his body and pulled out a bucket of McDonald's Wings.

The moment it was taken out, the fragrant smell spread out, making the ignorant kid immediately forget who his mother was.

He opened his big watery eyes and looked at his sister like a pitiful little puppy.

"Eighth Sister~~~"

My mother tongue is Wuyu...

He stuffed the bucket of chicken wings into his stinky brother's arms, then took out another bucket for himself. The two of them sat down and continued their happy afternoon moments.