Dark Moon Era

Guangtian Village, the fourth day of March, the Jia family in the village, the third son Jia Zeshi disappeared at night.

Jiming Town, the sixth day of March, the Li family in the town, the two young children were missing, his wife died, his body was incomplete and there were marks of beasts biting.

Mucao Village, the eighth of March ...

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Gu Huaxia, the spread of information is not fast, but with intent to investigate, many things will also surface.

Today, but fifteen, a survey of the surrounding ten miles and eight villages turned out that a total of ten people were in trouble, either missing or being eaten by the rumored zombies.

People in Qingxi town were embarrassed. If they had that condition, they would clean up without saying a word and went to their relatives in the countryside.

Those who do not have the conditions all point to what the first household Tang family can do, especially Master Tang Er, which has suddenly become a dependency in many people's hearts. In short, the family cannot return, and they are afraid of breaking into 'zombies' at midnight.

At this time, Mr. Tang had no choice but to open a manor on the outskirts of the town, so that those who were afraid of it could live in it.

Originally, he planned to let Han Ye to guard everyone, but Tang Ling insisted on taking Han Ye to the county seat.

Fortunately, he had an explanation before leaving, and he could comfort people more or less.

"Don't be afraid. No matter day or night, they will be sent to take turns to guard. If there is a‘ zombie ’in chaos, just burn it with a fire.”

"Don't be afraid, you can't fly soaring."

"In a few days, I will return to Taiping, Qingxi Town."

It was just this kind of words that Tang Ling took Han Ye to the county seat early in the morning.

The journey is not far away, and the carriage is only two hours away.

Wanghe County.

The best restaurant, Guiyun Pavilion.

Tang Ling was sitting on the second floor near the river, while drinking Guiyunge's best drunk Baxian, while eating Guiyunge's most famous dish, Babao Wild Duck, while reading the county chronicles.

This look is not much different from the cricket in the county seat. The look of Han Ye sitting at the side from time to time looking at Tang Ling from time to time is full of complicated meanings.

"Han Ye, have a drink?" Tang Ling smiled all the time. The county's county watched him read it back and forth a few times, but did not see any useful news.

Han Ye shook his head and said, "Don't drink."

"Han Ye, have a bite?" Tang Ling generously tore off the legs of Babao Mallard and put it in Han Ye's bowl.

Han Ye did not move his chopsticks, but was a little bit angry: "Master, such a big thing happened in the town. We should start working out as an adult in Mingzhi County. No matter how bad it is, check the county's chronicle, and return to the town as soon as possible to avoid anything from the villagers. accident."

"You and I are all Xi Wu, and what does Xi Wu do? Go to the newspaper to serve your country, go down ..."

Before, everybody couldn't get used to martial arts, but now they recognize themselves as martial arts? It seems that the shot last night was too high-profile.

Tang Ling drank another glass of drunk Baxian, watching the river downstairs, closed the county record in his hand, and said, "No rush, no rush. It's too early."

"It's still early." Han Ye was very helpless. It seems that he also watched Tang Ling's shot yesterday. Now he is afraid to teach Tang Ling toughly, so he has to wait for his anger. The chopsticks are useless. move.

Tang Ling is really not in a hurry.

Eat and drink slowly, drunk eight immortals after drinking a pot, then two more pots, eight treasure ducks eat one, then order another Phoenix fish belly.

It is already very gentle. If you use the true nature of eating in the No. 17 security zone, the boss of Linjiang Pavilion will be afraid that the county will be out of zombies and the locust disaster.

At a meal, until the sun was tilted westward, Tang Ling stepped out of the restaurant and patted his stomach and pouted his mouth, but said in his mouth, ‘No fun, no fun. ’

Isn't this interesting? Han Ye is so angry! The good wines of Linjiang Pavilion add up, you are afraid to drink a whole altar, the best two dishes were ordered back and forth three times, and one or two more pieces of broken silver were spent at checkout. Who can have you? Can you eat? It ’s coming, but it ’s boring?

Of course it's boring, but I'm not full. Of course, it is impossible for Tang Ling to speak with Han Ye.

Returned the county record, took the carriage from the inn.

Tang Ling suddenly made a noise again: "I am drunk and I want to sleep. The carriage in this house is too small, so I might as well rent a car in this county."

"Master, you are too ..." Ye Han was not very opposed, but still inevitably spoke, trying to teach Tang Ling a sentence.

But Tang Ling didn't listen to this nonsense, and really called another carriage.

After this toss, the sky has been darkened, and a clear moon has hung from the west.

The two carriages were on the road.

The so-called official road is just a wide and smooth dirt road. The carriage ran on the road with some dangles, while Tang Ling endured pain and sweat in the car.

So what's the point of eating and drinking in a dream? Hungry, after all, you still have to eat this tasteless and unpalatable second-level beast meat.

However, is there nothing in this field of dreams that can be completely eaten and can be supplemented? Does that mean you have to bring your own dry food every time you dream?

Tang Ling's idea is not nonsense. In a dream, it depends on the time in the dream, whether it is only one minute or two minutes in reality.

In short, it has been more than a day in the dream. Although Tang Ling only added and improved before entering the dream, he was slightly hungry at this time.

In this case, if you are hoping for barriers, in order to save the limited resources, Tang Ling does not have to eat.

But in order to confirm, Tang Ling still ate two or two fierce beasts.

It was digested normally, and it brought some small improvements.

This made Tang Ling very excited, because the idea before he dreamed was really confirmed, and the flow rate of time was different. He could really improve himself quickly and easily by this kind of dream.

To put it in reality, even if the fierce beast meat is a good thing, Tang Ling cannot always eat it.

Because even if it can be digested, the body's absorption is limited and it is wasted.

"This can't be fully proved yet. Only after the dream wakes up, the beast meat is really consumed, and he has also improved in reality, to prove it." Tang Ling has been completely thorough after a third of his journey. Restored, with his cautious personality, things must be fully proven to be assured.

However, even if this matter does not reflect the reality, at least it is elevated in the dream, isn't it?

This is also of great benefit.

Thinking of this, Tang Ling carefully wiped the sweat from his forehead, opened the curtain of the carriage, and the night was bright and clear, and the moon was in heaven.

Han Ye's carriage was swaying behind him. The sound of the horse's hoof was 'tapping,' and the car was 'squeaking.'

Tang Ling still had a smile on his face, but his eyes grew deeper and deeper.

After two hours.

The carriage finally reached Qingxi Town.

The Tang house is just south of the town, so the carriage from the south stopped directly at the door of the Tang house.

Tang Ling got off, but Han Ye didn't get off.

"Han Ye, don't you go back?" Tang Ling couldn't help asking strangely when he saw Han Ye didn't move.

"I went to see the suburbs. If it weren't for you today, I should stay in Zhuangzi and guard everyone. I went to the county with you and it was all a delay and I didn't do anything serious." Han Ye complained a lot.

Tang Ling was a little embarrassed, and he could only chuckled and smiled: "Go Han Han, then, I'm tired. After a night of rest, I'll definitely go there."

Having said that, Tang Ling suddenly said, "What else can happen? What do you say? Han Ye?"

"Well, I have to look at that too. I thought your kid was out." Han Ye muttered, urging the carriage away.

Tang Ling stood under the moonlight, watching the carriage go away, then turned and pushed open the door of Tang's house.

"It's not fresh anymore." A soft female voice sounded in the room, and between the words, a pair of delicate hands gripped the man's shoulder in the room, and began to rub the shoulder for the man.

Outside the house, some people's whine kept coming, but maybe their mouth was blocked, this sound was not loud, nor could they make a complete syllable.

"Anyway." The man held up a delicate enamel bowl. The bowl contained a bowl of almond tofu that looked very delicate. He picked up the spoon, ate half, and handed the bowl to the woman behind him.

The woman took it and uttered a giggling laugh, saying, "In the end, I am still intimate, so I do n’t wait for the slaves to wait for a day and a night." Then I ate the remaining almond tofu slowly.

After eating, she also stuck out her tongue and licked the corner of her mouth. Such a delicate gesture matched that beautiful face, and it looked particularly moving in the light of the oil lamp.

But the man seemed to have no intention of admiring it. He just bowed his head and ate the delicate meat cooked on the table without drinking, let alone the rice steamed bun.

The woman sat next to the man, and when he had n’t touched it, he took some vegetables, ate it slowly, and then laughed, Jiao Didi said, “Sangong.”

"Ok?"

"The slaves realized that the slaves were getting more and more coquettish after a long time."

"How do you say that?" The man asked with doubt, but did not stop the chopsticks.

"This food, it's more and more delicate and delicate. If it's not delicate, it won't be able to get into it without paying attention to it." The woman finished her mouth and smiled.

The man didn't have any idea about it, just put down the chopsticks, because the meat on the table had been eaten clean.

"Don't you have enough to eat?" The woman looked terrified.

"Okay." The man held the woman's hand, his eyes were deep and he didn't know what he was thinking?

"All blame the slave's family. The meat should be good. Those rough, wounded, and all close to the pickled place are all nauseated. Fortunately, these" sinking "me and Xianggong are not tired of eating." Woman Explained again.

"It's good to be particular. To be particular, I will not forget that I am still personal." The man suddenly said.

The woman didn't know what she was thinking, leaned on the man's arms: "If Xianggong isn't full, let's deal with the meat outside this house."

"I'm still a bit hungry. But don't deal with the outside, just eat it." The man seemed to have made a decision.

"Why?" The woman was a little surprised, not just because she was more exquisite, but now she said she was eating directly. When she talked about what the woman thought about it, she suddenly asked, "Is Xianggong binding him too risky?" Something? "

"Things have changed. I can't wait for any risk. I'll fill my stomach first, and when we're done, we'll pack up and go back to the mountain." The man didn't explain much.

"Ah? What's going on back in the mountains?" The woman was clearly shocked.

"Oh, what happened? Then the second Tang family, I ca n’t see it! From this time he returned to town, I ca n’t see it.” The man embraced the woman, and then suddenly pushed the woman away "Hurry up, take care of the meat outside that house, and let's go after we eat it. I'm almost hungry and have no energy."

"Yes." The woman didn't ask much, and immediately left the room.

At this time, the small courtyard outside the house.

A black-drawn gold-colored carriage, which seemed a little rich and luxurious, was parked in the courtyard.

The horse was tied and chewing the forage, and the horseman was sitting under the pillar beside the horse.

The night was cool and cold, not because he was willing to sit here, but because his hands and feet were tied tight, and the whole person was tied here.

A rag was also stuck in his mouth, and he couldn't speak out. What's more, there are high walls outside the courtyard and you can't see what happened in this courtyard?

In the room, there were intermittent conversations between men and women. Although they could not hear clearly, they could always hear something hungry, meaty and the like.

People were creepy and panicked.

The groom's sweat dripped down, the longer he heard it, the more fear he felt. The heart said that the meat outside the house would not be me?

If it weren't for the man's face, he would have been urinating a crotch.

"Squeak", the door of that room suddenly opened.

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When the groom saw such a woman, instead of feeling a little distressed, he issued a most frightening sob. Even if he was tied, the whole person began to struggle, and the dirt under his feet was kicked out of two shallows. Mark of.

"Little brother, what are you afraid of?" The woman crouched in front of the groom, her eyes showing pity and doubt, and she had to say that her expression had a weird, wonderful feeling.

Yes, only imitation can be wonderful, and all the expressions of joy, anger, sorrow and joy are natural. How can imitate it?

Obviously, this sentence made Mafu even more frightened, he began to dodge subconsciously.

But the knife held by the woman's other hand slipped across the skin on his face, leaving a trace of blood, and then the woman stuck out her tongue and licked the blood on the knife: "My brother is afraid, soon There will be no pain. "

"Speaking of which, I hate the old man's body the most. He has a lot of meat and muscles. A younger brother like you is barely able to eat it vigorously. Speaking of them, children's meat is best.

The groom was sweating all over his body, his eyes were gradually numb, and the man in the house came out at the same time: "What is it, kill it with a knife, eat it directly."

"Even if you don't kill it, you can eat it. Hehehe ..." The woman smiled happily.

That is, at this time, the wooden door outside the courtyard suddenly knocked a few times, and at the same time asked with a lazy voice: "What should I eat? I love to eat."

The man and woman both looked horrified and looked at each other.

However, just waiting for a while, the wooden door in the courtyard made a loud noise and was kicked to pieces.

A figure emerged from the broken wood chips: "Han Ye, it's not interesting. Don't call me a good meal?"

Tang Ling is here.