Survival in the Mist: Beginning Evolution Pingtouge

Chapter 7
One person and one beast walked in the foggy forest for more than ten minutes, and suddenly a red lacquered coffin appeared in the front right.

The already weird environment, coupled with a red lacquered coffin, became even more terrifying.

"Pause!"

Zuo Bing narrowed his eyes, and hastily patted Brother Pingtou's ass with the pheasant.

"rogue."

Brother Pingtou muttered angrily in a low voice, and stopped on the spot.

Ignoring the grumbles of the little violent temper, Zuo Bing jumped to the ground.

Putting the pheasant and the weapon aside, his eyes fixed on the lipstick-lacquered coffin.

"Why is there still this place in this place? Could it be left by a funeral attendant before? If there is no virus, it would be a good shelter."

Seeing the coffin, Zuo Bing rubbed his chin, considering whether to take the coffin away and use it as a house.

The coffin boards are generally very thick, and they are corrosion-resistant, waterproof, and have relatively high defense power. It is difficult for ordinary zombies to break through the coffin boards.

If you encounter danger and get in, it is indeed a good asylum condition.

But the problem is, now he doesn't know what's in the coffin?

If you open the coffin lid and a zombie pops out of it, and you give yourself a claw, you will be a loser.

Zuo Bing rolled his eyes and turned to look at Brother Pingtou.

"Go, open the lid of the coffin. Be careful, don't break it."

"Huh?" Brother Pingtou was taken aback.

"Ah what? What's wrong? You want to disobey?"

Brother Pingtou turned his head and raised his paw with aggrieved expression: "I can't catch it."

Seeing the pair of hooked claws, Zuo Bing was speechless for a while.

"Made! Forget about it. I'll do it myself, you protect me."

Brother Pingtou has claws, not hands, and it is basically impossible to push the coffin lid open.

Helpless, Zuo Bing could only do it himself.

One man and one beast walked slowly to the side of the coffin. Zuo Bing walked around first and found that there were no nails in the coffin.

"Is it empty inside?"

Taking a deep breath, Zuo Bing stretched out his hands and placed them on the coffin lid.

Just as he was about to use his strength, there was a sudden sound in the coffin.

Zuo Bing let out a frightened "Oh my God", and instinctively jumped behind Brother Pingtou to hide.

Could there really be zombies inside?
"Squeak..."

Powered by the power of the coffin lid, it moved down little by little, making a piercing friction sound.

"retreat!"

Zuo Bing retreated quickly, and Brother Pingtou was also forced to retreat a few steps.

As the coffin lid was slowly opened, Zuo Bing swallowed nervously.

When the coffin lid was opened by a third, it suddenly stopped.

The next moment, a black head popped up, with big white teeth and snow-white eyes.

"Fuck! What the hell is this?" Zuo Bing was startled again.

Hearing Zuo Bing's voice, that head also said: "Fuck."

Then, time seemed to stand still.

Zuo Bing looked at the curly-haired black head, and the curly-haired black head looked at Zuo Bing with white eyes, and their eyes met.

In the next second, Qiqi breathed a sigh of relief.

The one in the coffin wasn't a monster, it didn't seem like a zombie, it was a black man.

"Your uncle's chocolate, you scared me to death!" After regaining his senses, Zuo Bing patted his beating heart and cursed.

The black man's head also went limp, and he leaned on the edge of the coffin, speaking in not-so-fluent Chinese, he said, "My God, you scared me to death too. Look, my face is blackened by your scare. If you want Accompany me for mental damage."

The corner of Zuo Bing's mouth twitched.

What kind of shit is this guy?
Touching porcelain has encountered the doomsday?
what?Porcelain is also popular in Africa?
Seeing that Zuo Bing didn't answer, the black man rolled his eyes, bared his big white teeth, and said, "Brother, you scared me to the point where my teeth turned white. You must compensate me."

This time Zuo Bing couldn't take it anymore. In the past, he just punched the black man in the head.

He yelled: "I'll accompany you uncle! How can I frighten your teeth white? Do you think I'm a fucking black toothpaste?"

But in the next scene, Zuo Bing was stunned again.

After the black man was punched, he burst into tears.

While crying, he said: "You are bad silver, I want to go home, I want to find my mother."

Zuo Bing was dumbfounded.

He was stuck in place, his old face twitching, and he didn't know what else to say.

Damn, I still need to find my mother!
The more the black cries, the louder the tears flow.

As a result, Zuo Bing found that the place where this guy's tears flowed had faded!

On the face, there is a distinct yellow streak on one side.

This... feelings are dyed black.

"You are really looking for your mother, right? I'll beat you until your mother doesn't even recognize you!"

Zuo Bing rolled up his sleeves, went up and yelled at the fake black man.

The fake black man was stunned by the beating, and after realizing it, he shrunk directly into the coffin.

The accent changed, and he yelled pleadingly: "Brother! Don't hit me, don't hit me, I was wrong! I don't want compensation."

Upon hearing this, Zuo Bing became even more angry. Just as he was about to jump on the coffin, the question of infection suddenly came up. His expression suddenly changed and he took a few steps back.

"Come out, I won't beat you, I'll ask you a few questions."

"Really?"

"Don't talk nonsense, if you don't come out again, I will kill you!"

When the fake black man heard this, he was so frightened that he quickly touched his face and stuck his head out again.

Seeing his gaudy face, Zuo Bing rolled his eyes speechlessly.

There should be a layer of pot bottom dust on this guy's face.

Seeing that Zuo Bing really didn't make a move, the fake black man grinned and said, "Brother, what do you want to ask? The younger brother must know everything, talk endlessly, do his best, strength, strength, and power are not equal to one's heart, and one's heart belongs, belongs, belongs, belongs to me." pig's."

"Shut up! Why don't you let me talk about solitaire? You are a pig, so I eat pigs." Zuo Bing was speechless.

What the hell is this weird thing?Talking about cross talk, right?
"I'm asking you now, you answer me honestly, otherwise you saw my pet, right? It ate you up in minutes." Zuo Bing pointed at Brother Pingtou.

"Must be honest, must be honest." The fake black man glanced at the flat-head brother and immediately recognized the breed, nodding his head like a chicken eating rice.

Such a big flat-headed brother is really not something he can handle.

"What's your name? Why are you hiding in the coffin? Are you injured?"

Zuo Bing asked three questions in one breath.

Probably because he was afraid of being beaten, the fake black man hurriedly answered Zuo Bing.

This guy has a strange name, Ma Wenjie, a very feminine-sounding name.

He said that he looked like a girl when he was a child, so his family gave him this name.

I don't know if his parents will change his name if they want to know that he looks like an African boy now.

And the reason why he was lying in the coffin was because he got lost, couldn't find his wooden house, and was afraid of being attacked by monsters, so he hid in the coffin.

As for why he pretended to be black, the explanation he gave was that he was afraid that someone would kill people and steal goods, and he wanted to scare them.

Zuo Bing didn't quite believe this explanation, but he really couldn't find much fault. He just felt that this kid's IQ was not enough.

"Ma Wenjie, right? Then you wandered around in this forest for so long, didn't you encounter any zombies?" Zuo Bing asked tentatively.

(End of this chapter)