MTL - After I Became a Zombie, My Face Is Paralyzed-Chapter 39 green and wide

It was Xiao Shenwei who first noticed something was wrong.

He found the shape of the hill on which they squatted looked familiar.

Until he set his eyes on the green turtle floating on the lake.

Xiao Shenwei was stunned for a second, then poked Rong Yun's arm: "Look."

…Look at this hillside, it’s tall and round, like that tortoise shell, it’s green and wide?

Rong Yun nodded hesitantly.

Ni Youqing ran over in surprise, took out an engineer shovel from his backpack, and found a suitable place to dig.

Low plants were shoveled away, and the upper layers of soil were turned over.

Until the engineer shovel seemed to have shoveled something hard, and made a "clang" sound as if it was hitting with gold.

Ni Youqing peeled off the mottled soil, squatted down, and put his palms on the cold and hard black substance.

Xiao Shenwei and Rong Yun leaned over to look.

The one-square-meter square that was dug up was a black scale-like thing, with some strange lines, extending under the undigged soil.

The green-haired turtle rumbled over and looked at them with his head tilted.

Ni Youqing turned around and touched the shell of the green-haired turtle, which was covered with algae on its back and was exactly the same as the scales it had dug out.

She thought she knew what it was.

The whole hillside is a huge turtle shell... or rather, a corpse.

Ni Youqing touched the green-haired turtle's hard, pointed kiss: "It's still a child."

This is a baby turtle.

And that corpse, which has been dead for more than half a year, may be its mother.

"Let's give it a name." Xiao Shenwei held his face in one hand and licked the water plants on the green-haired turtle's back with the other.

"It's called... Xuanwu."

Ni Youqing and Rong Yun breathed a sigh of relief.

...Fortunately, this time, I finally didn't have some names with Xiao Shenwei's characteristics.

"Small name... Well, it's called Lulu." Xiao Shenwei continued.

Ni Youqing:…

Forget it, there shouldn't be any hope for him.

This person is simply not bragging.

For time reasons, they can't stay here too long.

Once at night, the plunging temperatures and cold winds were enough to freeze them into ice sculptures.

After saying goodbye to Xuanwu, the three decided to return to the station.

Xuanwu spit out a bunch of bubbles and watched them leave before returning to the water.

Xiao Shenwei looked at the misty valley from a distance and pulled Rong Yun's sleeve:

"When I get better, let's build a small house here and live here, okay?"

Rong Yun held Xiao Shenwei's hand in his palm and clenched it tightly: "Okay."

…

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Three days later, it was a rare sunny day.

The departure of the death wind not only took away the blizzard, but also blew away the clouds that had shrouded it for months.

The sun is back here again.

Although there is no temperature, it is still a very pleasant thing to watch the silver-white plain glittering under the sunlight, and even the branches of the trees are plated with a faint golden glow.

Huge tires with snow chains slammed through the thick snow, leaving the oasis all the way east.

Tantou didn't want to stay in the dim car, so he squatted on the roof of the car to blow air.

The thick fur of the arctic wolf in winter can make it not afraid of the cold.

Compared to the hot summer, the current climate is its favorite.

Xiao Shenwei leaned against the soft fur of the charcoal head with the cat in his back, his feet dangling from the edge of the car.

He is not afraid of cold, the temperature that is enough to freeze an ordinary person in a single shirt to death, in Xiao Shenwei's opinion, it is only a little cool.

On the contrary, a cat that is somewhat warm to normal people is like a small hot stove in Xiao Shenwei's hands.

He didn't have to wrap it so thickly.

But I couldn't bear the request of tolerance.

The snow field under the sun was a bit dazzling, Xiao Shenwei couldn't help squinting his eyes.

Rong Yun replaced Ping Hanhai and went to drive, Xiao Shenwei took out a palm-length piece of wood from his arms, and carved and painted on it with sharp nails.

The sculpture club that he participated in during his college days because of his interest, came in handy at this time and became the best way for Xiao Shenwei to pass the time when he was bored.

What he is engraving is a small puppet, and the prototype of a person can be vaguely seen.

"call-"

Carefully blowing off the sawdust on the wooden idol, Xiao Shenwei pursed his lips, carefully depicting the idol's facial features bit by bit.

Rong Yun's face seems to be deeply imprinted in Xiao Shenwei's mind, without deliberately recalling it, he can move the picture in his memory to the statue in his hand little by little.

"You are here."

Ni Youqing climbed up from the skylight, and the cold wind made her complexion pale, her nose was red from freezing, and the hot air that came out of her mouth when she spoke instantly dissipated into the air.

"How long can I... last?"

Xiao Shenwei looked at the tips of her cyan fingernails, and held it in the air.

Ni Youqing turned to look at Xiao Shenwei's eyes.

The red ring is gorgeous, and the rich emerald color is surging at the bottom of the ink-colored eyes, and it is almost impossible to suppress it.

She looked at Xiao Shenwei's pale lips and shook her head gently: "...At most, there are still two months, if you can't find a breakthrough..."

Ni Youqing didn't say any more, her eyes fell on the distant horizon.

...two months?

Xiao Shenwei lowered his eyes and put his hand on his chest.

Where the blue lines are only three inches away from the heart.

"What will happen?"

What happens if you don't find a breakthrough after two months?

"It will turn into a zombie."

A real zombie.

Ni Youqing's fingers combed through the hair of the charcoal head, without looking at Xiao Shenwei.

"After turning into a zombie..." Xiao Shenwei clenched the wooden carving's hand tightly, "Can I still have a memory?"

Ni Youqing was silent for a while, his voice was soft, as if a gust of wind could blow it away:

"...Zombies have no souls."

"...Well, I see."

Xiao Shenwei pursed his lips and put the unfinished wooden carving into his arms.

He returned to the carriage and looked at Rong Yun's back in the cab.

...if that day ever comes...

...I won't let myself hurt you...

must.

…

A trip to Kyoto is extremely boring and boring.

Along the way, they encountered a small group of zombies and some wandering zombified beasts.

But in the face of the huge body and sharp corners, these are not to be feared.

Xiao Shenwei began to fall into a drowsiness all day long, and even the aroma of barbecue could not wake him up.

Rong Yun stayed by Xiao Shenwei's couch almost day and night, holding his cold palm and the corners of his eyes were rosy.

Xiao Shenwei didn't wake up, and Rong Yun was still cooking all kinds of Xiao Shenwei's favorite foods every day.

The small pot in the kitchen is always warm with porridge and side dishes.

Rong Yun was afraid that Xiao Shenwei would wake up hungry and would not be able to eat hot food.

The car went eastward day and night.

Everyone is worried about Xiao Shenwei.

On New Year's Eve in the last three years of mourning, they were still wandering on the snowfield.

Xiao Shenwei was rarely awake.

The dinner was prepared by Rong Yun, it was very rich, and there was a big table full.

Tantou got a whole huge leg of lamb and gnawed on it at the entrance of the stairs.

Tangyuan and Baozi dangled their tails to and fro under the table, while Baozi lay lazily and watched.

They could already eat some minced meat, and Rong Yun mixed some for them and put them in the food bowl.

As usual, the flower roll was carried in Xiao Shenwei's arms as a hand warmer, with a small dried fish in his mouth.

Five people sat around the table, and in the middle of the various dishes on the table was a steaming hot pot.

"Happy New Year-"

The cups collided with each other and made a crisp sound. Inside was the only bottle of berry fruit wine they had been reluctant to drink.

Xiao Shenwei took a sip from the cup, and quietly shrank his wrist, his sleeve covered a small, abrupt blue spot on the inside of his wrist.

He looked at Rong Yun's unreal face in the mist, and his eyes were a little blurry.

No wind tonight, sunny.

Through the glass of the skylight, you can see the clear night sky and the starry sky.

A bright light dragged its long splendid tail across.

Then two, three...

"It's a meteor shower."

Xiao Shenwei raised his head and bent his eyes, the light in his eyes was brighter than the starry sky.

"Make a wish." Ni Youqing held her face and looked at the sky above her head: "It is said that making a wish against the Ursa Minor meteor shower is the most effective."

"I hope Xiao Xiao gets better soon." Tang Qiu put his hands together and looked at the night sky reverently.

"I hope Xiao Shenwei gets better." Ping Hanhai never believed this, but spoke in a low voice at this time.

"I hope you get better, sincerely." Ni Youqing looked into Xiao Shenwei's eyes.

"...I want to be good with you." Rong Yun held Xiao Shenwei's hand and intertwined his fingers.

I want to be nice with you.

Xiao Shenwei blinked, something seemed to be blocking his throat, and it was sore and swollen.

"I think I will eat honey rabbit legs every day in the future."

Xiao Shenwei solemnly made a wish to the sky.

"...Aren't you tired of eating every day?" Tang Qiu raised his forehead.

"How come?" Xiao Shenwei turned his face to look at him with a smile in his eyes: "As long as Rong Yun did it, I'll never get tired of it."

The atmosphere froze for a second.

"I'm dying to eat vegetables, eat vegetables, eat vegetables..."

Ni Youqing took off his glasses and started to eat something from the hot pot.

"Stop, that's mine!!"

Tang Qiu snatched a piece of Mao Xuewang from Ping Hanhai's men.

Rong Yun put a spoonful of tomato brisket on Xiao Shenwei's plate.

Then another chopstick of spicy beef.

A large piece of chicken wing root,

A large piece of dry roasted lamb chops,

A spoonful of hot and sour belly soup,

One chopstick sweet and sour tenderloin...

Xiao Shenwei looked at the hills piled up in the bowl and was silent for a while.

Then he buried his head and started eating under the eyes of others like lemon essence.

Tang Qiu turned his face and continued to grab vegetables from Ping Hanhai with his eyes wide open.

I don't know if it was because of the revenge for a piece of hair and blood just now, Ping Hanhai always stopped the dishes that Tang Qiu liked halfway.

"You are finished!!"

After Ping Hanhai robbed Tang Qiu of a piece of chicken wing again, Tang Qiu broke out, staring at Ping Hanhai with red cheeks, as if he wanted to bite him.

"puff-"

Ping Hanhai suddenly lowered his head and smiled.

While smiling, he put the chicken wing root into Tang Qiu's bowl: "Okay, let's not make trouble, here it is for you."

Tang Qiu: "...you bit it!"

Ping Hanhai clipped the chicken wing back again: "Okay, I'll clip another piece for you."

Halfway through, the chicken wing root was snatched back by Tang Qiu and bit into his mouth: "Did I say I won't eat it?"

Ping Hanhai sandwiched a new piece for him: "...everything is yours, everything is yours."

Ni Youqing looked and looked from the left, and felt that the food in the bowl suddenly didn't taste good.

Xiao Shenwei: Obviously it's all mine.