38 degrees snow

As soon as they walked out, a cold air rushed from the bottom of their feet to Tianling Gai. Cheng Hanzhou drove the car and scanned the village, always feeling weird.Why is there no one in these ten miles and eight villages?

The car almost drove to the center of the village - the only elementary school, and there were still no pedestrians until passing the main entrance of the elementary school.

Jiang Lang shouted: "Look! What's going on there?!"

The gazes of several people turned to the gate together—the yard was full of crawling or standing zombies!Roaring towards their car.

Jiang Lang was so frightened that he hid behind, shook Cheng Hanzhou vigorously and shouted: "You drive! Drive fast, they are coming!"

Cheng Hanzhou ignored him, and said: "What are you afraid of, brother, this is bulletproof glass, and those things outside can't get in even if you gnaw your teeth out, so you can just take a stroll in a wild animal park."

The living dead outside rushed over one by one, with their bloody mouths open wide, revealing their disgusting teeth and tongues with meat residue, Jiang Lang felt nauseated and almost passed out.Yan Zhen grabbed her.

Suddenly, Jiang Lang stared dumbfounded at Cheng Hanzhou opening the skylight, picked up the Browning he had taken out from somewhere, and shot at the male zombie in front of Jiang Lang, with a muffled "pop", the zombie's head was crushed. The bullet exploded, and dark red splashed all over the car window with some black blood. Cheng Hanzhou frowned, turned around with a smile and said to Jiang Lang: "There are some cockroaches under your seat, throw them to me."

Jiang Lang was so disgusted that he couldn't speak, and it was Yan Zhen who threw the gun to Cheng Hanzhou in the end.

"Boom!" There were two loud bangs, huge blood blossoms bloomed, and countless corpses scattered all over the ground.Jiang Lang was so frightened that he trembled, and cursed: "Cheng Hanzhou, you are fucking sick!! Zombies are bothering you, why are you making trouble with other zombies! You are a ghost catcher, not a zombie catcher. I'm leaving! I want to leave here!"

Cheng Hanzhou smiled and wiped the blood foam off his face, knelt down and lifted Jiang Lang out from under the seat, raised his hand to close the skylight, and said: "Ancestor, open your old dog's eyes, those things are full of evil spirits, if you don't Blast to death, a hundred ghosts will walk at night tomorrow night, can you guarantee that those ghosts won't become spirits after absorbing evil spirits?"

Jiang Lang was so stunned that he had nothing to say, he shook his head violently, but was staggered by the zombie face stuck on the window of the car, Cheng Hanzhou was about to laugh his teeth out, turned around with the steering wheel and drifted, and the wheels rubbed against the ground. There was a piercing sound of rubbing, rolling over the zombies lying behind the car.

Fortunately, this village is small and sparsely populated. Soon, most of the zombies were cleaned up. When Cheng Hanzhou drove to the house where they lived, he found that the old man was surrounded by several zombies. Stop, Cheng Hanzhou rolled down the car window, shot at the heads of the zombies, watched the zombies fall one by one, stretched out his head and shouted to the old man: "Master, get in the car!"

The old man glanced at him, turned around and walked into the room with a cold "hum", and closed the door heavily.

Jiang Lang looked at the closed door in puzzlement, and said, "Why is this old man so weird? He doesn't appreciate us saving him?"

Cheng Hanzhou didn't say anything, put his hand on the back of Jiang Lang's neck, and pressed it down heavily. He didn't let go until Jiang Lang passed out, and said to Yan Zhen, "I'll take him to the Hades."

"Go to Hades? What are you doing?" Yan Zhen hesitated.

"Return the soul. Return the soul of his general."

Hades

Jiang Lang stood up with his head covered, and scanned the surrounding environment in a daze. On the floor, the cold wind howled and penetrated into his bones, and while he was at a loss, he saw Cheng Hanzhou take off a black windbreaker and surround him in a big windbreaker.

"Let's go, bring you back to life."

Jiang Lang wrapped his windbreaker tightly in surprise, and asked, "What soul is there? Isn't my soul here?"

Cheng Hanzhou smiled, and said as he walked: "Your soul is not yet complete. If you return your soul, you can become a complete person. Not only your soul, but also the soul of the general who suppressed the north of the underworld is in your body."

"Ah? Then I'm not me?" Jiang Lang stopped in a daze.

Cheng Hanzhou laughed, turned around and buttoned his shirt, raised his brows lightly and said, "How can that be done? If you are not you anymore, who am I going to molest?"

Jiang Lang slapped the man's ambiguous paws away, rolled his eyes and shook his clothes, Cheng Hanzhou could see all of this.

Jiang Lang, a lonely child who had no father or mother since he was a child, looks pretty good, but he is as cowardly as a quail. It stands to reason that an old hooligan like Cheng Hanzhou who has seen countless people shouldn't be attracted to such an innocent little boy , but that day at the bank of Huangquan, the way he cried heartbreakingly really made Cheng Hanzhou's heart tighten.

He walked tens of thousands of times on this road leading to the Hades, and it was the first time that someone followed behind him.

"Dad." Jiang Lang froze in place suddenly, looking at the depths of the Hades foolishly.

Cheng Hanzhou didn't understand why he turned his head and said, "What's your name dad? Last time you called me brother, this time you called me dad. Next time, do you want to—"

He suddenly saw the little crying bag standing there, staring at a person deep in the road, and his eyes turned red suddenly - that person walked straight forward as if he hadn't heard it.

"Dad! I'm Xiao Lang! Look at me, why are you ignoring me, Dad!" Jiang Lang ran forward like crazy, Cheng Hanzhou grabbed a handful, but was in vain.

Jiang Lang finally caught up with his father's footsteps. He suddenly grabbed the big hands that he hadn't touched for more than ten years, and tears fell down.

"Dad, where have you been? Why don't you want me? I'll—"

Before he finished speaking, the man shook off Jiang Lang's hand expressionlessly, and walked straight forward.Jiang Lang was stunned for a second, thinking that his father didn't recognize him, so he tried his best to run a few steps to his father, dancing and crying.

"Dad, I'm Xiao Lang, don't you know me?"

The man's footsteps finally stopped, and he coldly pushed Jiang Lang away.

"Trash, get out of the way."

The word "trash" stunned Jiang Lang, and he sat down staggeringly, the words kept ringing in his ears.

trash, get out of the way

trash, get out of the way

trash, get out of the way

……

"Jiang Lang, you are a waste! What else do you do besides eating and sleeping!"

"Where did I come from such a bad luck, my own son can't support me, and I want to support you as a mourner!"

"I don't have your son, get out!"

A sentence of memory was like a sharp knife stabbing him, hurting his heart.Jiang Lang lowered his head, looked at the palm of his father's big hand that he had just held, and smiled self-deprecatingly.

"Wipe your tears."

A handkerchief was handed to Jiang Lang, but Jiang Lang didn't take it, he raised his head with a wry smile, and said to Cheng Hanzhou, "Why is it that you, the black crow, are by my side every time I am so embarrassed?"

"Because I'm destined to take care of you." Cheng Hanzhou knelt down, wiped Jiang Lang's tears, and pulled Jiang Lang up.

"Let's leave the general, it's time to hit the road."

Jiang Lang twisted his stiff neck, let out a breath and walked forward.There were bright lights on the road ahead, and he seemed to see a general in armor leading him to the palace step by step.

"My lord, in this battle, man will surely win the battle!"

The desert is boundless, the snow-capped mountains are towering and towering, the general led his men and horses, set up a long sword and smashed through thousands of miles of iron cavalry.

"Brothers! Go!!!!"

The sword and gun were stained with bright blood, pierced into the enemy's armor and then pulled out. The red-eyed soldiers stabbed the enemy's horse with sharp spears. The dusk was as charming as blood, and the general rushed into the very center of the enemy's formation with a knife. , Lifting the knife to take the head of the enemy general, tightening the reins of the horse, pressing the knife straight to the enemy horse's hoof.When the two armies are at war, the most important thing for the cavalry is the horse. If the horse falls, the cavalry will also be trampled into flesh by the horseshoes of the horse behind.Sure enough, within a quarter of an hour, the entire enemy formation was cracked.

"Brothers! Go!!!!"

The horse neighed, and the general held his head high, standing in the middle of the desert of victory.

On the way home, all my border states.

Jiang Lang woke up suddenly, the general in his dream was still fighting in his mind, he blinked, and suddenly found that his eyes became extraordinarily clear.As if I was reborn from the ashes, I became extra energetic.

He ran to Cheng Hanzhou, and suddenly found that Cheng Hanzhou led a group of ghosts and servants to kneel down: "Welcome to the return of the general!"

"Exemption."

Jiang Lang looked at Cheng Hanzhou, who was bowing his head, and saw a clear smile on his arched eyebrows.

Is he... proud of himself?

He woke up with a sore neck. He was still in the car, but it was already dark. Cheng Hanzhou sat in the driver's seat and looked at him playfully.

"woke up?"

"I, am I dreaming?"

Cheng Hanzhou turned around and said, "Congratulations, General, you have finally become a living person."

The corner of Jiang Lang's mouth twitched, what happened?He seemed to have a dream and become a normal person?He pinched his slightly soft flesh.

"Hiss." It hurts.

The joy of being alive made him forget the pain of being abandoned by his father, and he looked out the window excitedly—when did that old man go to the river?

Only then did he realize that Cheng Hanzhou had driven the car into the woods and turned off the engine, quietly staring at the old man outside.

The old man knelt by the river, muttering to himself, and holding a stack of paper money in his hand.

"What's your hobby, peeking at people burning paper?" Jiang Lang asked a little puzzled.

Cheng Hanzhou didn't even look at him, Sisi stared at the old man and said, "Look at it for a while."

Sure enough, after Jiang Lang stared at it for a while, he found that in the circle where the paper was burned, there was a lot of smoke on the flat ground, which was more than ten meters high. In the middle of the smoke, the figure of a young man became more and more obvious.

After more than ten minutes, a funeral procession came from behind their cars, everyone bowed their heads and walked towards the river.

"Eh? This village has been taken over by zombies, are you still in the mood for a funeral?" Jiang Lang asked curiously.

"Look again, how can there be funeral mourners who don't take the path through the grove?" Yan Zhen said.

When Jiang Lang looked over again, he found a familiar figure - the eldest sister who was crying that morning, and the dead middle-aged man were standing in the line, with their heads down and walking slowly.

"I rely on? What's the situation?"

The funeral procession walked up to the young man and the old man, knelt on their knees, and suddenly the figure of the young man became much clearer.

"Is this the Night Walk of the Hundred Ghosts?"

"No! This is a privately raised Yin soldier. This old man is really not an ordinary person. He killed the entire village!" Yan Zhen said in shock.

Jiang Lang was puzzled: "Didn't everyone in the village turn into zombies and be wiped out by us?"

Cheng Hanzhou stared at those people closely, and said slowly: "The ones we killed were the survivors, and these were all killed by the old man long ago."

Jiang Lang listened blankly, as if he didn't understand, zombies—how did they become survivors?

In the next hour, Jiang Lang witnessed the mourners standing upright like soldiers, following the old man's words until the fourth watch.

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Thank you for your support, but Tan Riri is a student party, and is preparing for a new pit, the update may be a little slower, everyone forgive me (thank you)