Salted Fish Zombie

He stretched out his hand just to give him the flower.

He tidied up his appearance just to welcome the holy flower into his body with the best appearance.

Ning Changfeng was taken aback by his solemn appearance.

At this moment, he deeply felt how devout Ning Su's faith was.

Far better than him.

He really couldn't think of how he did it, and he thought that the level of his belief was already very rare.

This is what he did by self-hypnosis from the very beginning, using his bloodline to inherit splitting skills, and forcibly splitting to weaken his overly strong self-awareness.

"In the end, why are you so devout in your belief in the God of Flowers?"

It is so pious that he can't understand it, and it is so pure that he is curious.

Ning Su said, "Do you know what is the most important thing for a person who has no parents since childhood?"

Ning Changfeng didn't know why, but he answered such a question seriously, "Food, companionship, protection, etc."

The boy said something he didn't understand, "He gave it to me."

For some reason, Ning Su's memory is much earlier than ordinary people's. He had a clear memory when he was two years old.

By the age of two, most toddlers are just walking.

At the age of two, he was kicked out of his first adoptive family.

At that time, he relied on Ling Xiaohua from the back mountain to make a living.

If a person has the most vivid picture in his memory every year in the past, then when he was two years old, it was a little boy with scratches all over his body, sitting alone on a dark green cane, with his mouth open Stuffed with blood-red petals.

In his childhood, whenever he had nothing to eat, he would eat **** flowers.

It was Ling Xiaohua who supported him.

Ling Xiaohua was also accompanying him.

At the same time, it was Ling Xiaohua who gave him a sense of security.

He always knew that he would not starve to death, at least there would be Ling Xiaohua to eat.

How many times, hungry and exhausted, he came to Ling Xiaohua's side and stuffed the petals into his mouth.

How many times, with injuries all over his body, he found Ling Xiaohua in a daze, and lay down on the vine to sleep.

When he went to middle school, he carried a sack of Ling Xiaohua on his back, so he didn't have to worry about running out of money to eat outside.

His university major was biology chosen because of this magical Ling Xiaohua.

When the end of the world came, he thought he would die, but when he woke up lying on the Ling Xiaohua on the cliff, he saw a four-petal blood flower in front of him, truly awakening the dark power.

He was kicked out of the survivor's base. When he turned into a zombie, he knew that it was because of this ability that he didn't rot or lose human consciousness, and turned into a zombie who only knew how to bite.

From the time he was two years old, until he entered the game, he could not do without Ling Xiaohua all his life.

Originally, I had no obsession.

Until he saw Ling Xiaohua one after another in this weird game.

From the birth of Ling Xiaohua when Xueqiu died, to Ling Xiao absorbing the grievances of the monster child in the castle, to this world once again grabbing a four-petal blood flower from the depths of Kurosawa.

Ning Su seemed to understand why he was the only one who could find the Ling Xiao flower in the original real world, and why no one had ever told him that this flower was called Ling Xiao, but he knew it when he was two years old.

This is a flower that transcends reality and has a soul and consciousness.

When he found Ling Xiao in the place where the gods rested, saw the statue in front of the Flower God Temple, and understood the rules of this world in the Flower God Temple, when he knew that Ling Xiao was a **** that he might see.

He just wanted to see him obsessively.

Maybe it's because of the power of faith in this world, maybe it's because of the Gu worms in his body, maybe it's the obsession he's hidden in his heart for more than 20 years.

Now that he had touched the possibility of seeing Him, there was no way he would give up.

Ning Su: "Let's start, you can open up the chest a little bit to facilitate planting."

Ning Changfeng is not a procrastinator either, he also knows why he had to be implanted at noon, without wasting time, "Okay."

He tore open the front of the boy's chest, and without hesitation for a second, he directly inserted the knife into the boy's chest.

He still paused at that second, he looked up at Ning Su.

Unexpectedly, Ning Su was also looking at him.

The boy said to him: "If only there was a mask, it would be fine to cover the lower half of your face."

Ning Changfeng felt inexplicably panicked when the knife tip stopped, as if something was about to burst out from the depths of his heart.

When he lowered his head, the tip of the knife had already sliced ​​through the boy's chest.

He only took one look, and his eyes were already sore.

In the thin body of the young man, there were dead organs and black blood vessels, none of which was intact as a normal human being.

Ning Su asked, "Is my heart dark?"

Ning Changfeng nodded stiffly.

For the first time in his history, his fingers trembled, and he couldn't understand why his eyes were sore with pain when he saw this scene.

Seeing the boy's black blood vessels, the blood in his body roared.

He felt the rush of his blood as the black blood spread over his fingers.

Ning Su raised his head uncontrollably, his pale face, those eyes trying to see Ning Changfeng's movements clearly.

Fortunately it was Ning Changfeng, he thought.

He told himself over and over again.

Fortunately, it was Ning Changfeng who cut his heart. If it was Zhu Shuangshuang and Su Xiangsheng, they might not be able to cut his heart.

There was a hole in his heart, and he saw that Ning Changfeng was about to put the four-petal Ling Xiaohua into his heart.

The heart wrapped in a layer of black air was beating more and more violently.

Ning Su could no longer hear all other sounds, only his heartbeat could be heard in his ears.

"boom!"

"Bang bang!"

"Bang bang bang!"

"boom!--"

"Ghost born brother."

On the busy street, two children stood hand in hand.

The little boy looked up at the little girl, "Huh?"

"We have already eaten half of the rice left by our mother just now, and now we have to find a way to make some rice."

Guisheng: "If you want food, find a pot."

The little girl tucked the hair on the right side behind her ear, and she already had a shocking appearance at such a young age, with a strange and beautiful temperament that little girls of the same age never had, like a manjusawa plant growing in the underworld.

They stood in an inconspicuous position, but they had already attracted the attention of many people.

There are curious passers-by, flower slave owners who are secretly plotting, and men with dirty hearts.

"Little darling." A middle-aged man squatted in front of them and smiled excitedly at the little girl, "Have you run out of food? Come with brother, brother has a lot of delicious food for you to eat."

In the little girl's big eyes, there were inconspicuous red dots looming deep in the black pupils, and a small smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, "Okay, thank you brother."

She took the little boy's hand and asked sweetly, "Brother, can you take my brother with you?"

The man didn't even look at the little boy, he just stared at her and said anxiously: "Okay! Hurry up and go with my brother, my brother can't wait to take you home and feed you."

When he stood up, he didn't notice the sweet smile on the corner of the little girl's mouth, which gradually became strange and cold.

Guisheng: "Huh?"

Just as they lifted their feet to leave, the ground suddenly shook.

The shaking became more and more intense, and the whole street was turned upside down, and everything was in chaos.

"what happened?"

"Is there an earthquake! Run!"

"It's the Temple of Flowers! The Temple of Flowers is moving!"

"No! The idol is moving!"

The little girl looked in the direction of the temple in a daze, "Dad..."

The man wanted to pull the little girl's arm, the little girl smiled lightly, and suddenly a sharp skeleton hand appeared on her arm, moving towards the man's lower body.

That shrill and painful scream did not attract much attention from the panicked crowd.

Hand in hand, the two children ran quickly to the Flower Temple.

On the road they passed, the ground was full of people kneeling in the direction of the Flower God Temple. They were excited and frightened, and kowtowed frantically.

"The Flower God has appeared!"

"Flower God forgive me!"

"Flower **** bless!"

In front of the Flower God Temple, there were more people kneeling and worshiping. They all knelt on the ground, not daring to raise their heads to look at the statue. They didn't even notice the two children rushing to the front.

The two children stopped in front of the temple, and looked up at the dark statue in a daze.

After the statue stopped vibrating, it slowly turned around, turning its head sideways to face tens of thousands of worshipers.

They could clearly see that the crimson eyes of the statue were flowing.

faster and faster.

He slowly and suddenly opened the eyes of chaos, and there was a divine light in the eyes that radiated from a distance.

The statue did not stop turning, with its half back facing the outside of the temple, silently and eternally facing one direction, and gave all the light in its eyes there.

The Flower God Temple was also in chaos.

Many flower servants fell off the bed, moaning in pain one after another, blood vessels of different colors burst one after another, and the astringent smell in the air was heavy and clammy.

The man in white had never seen such a thing before, after being in a mess for a while, he went down to help the flower waiter under the cold order of the saint.

Ning Changfeng also felt the shock.

The second he put the four-petal blood flower into his heart.

The heart beat violently, and the blood vessels stretched upwards.

The Temple of Flower was trembling, the people outside were shouting, and his blood was rushing.

He seemed to have lost all five senses, he couldn't feel, he couldn't hear, he only knew how to quickly sew up the wound with his blood-stained hands.

When the vibration of the Flower God Temple ended, he stopped his hands.

He raised his hand and stared blankly at the blood on it. Where the blood flowed through, the skin began to heat up, and the blood vessels below were trembling, together with the heart.

He didn't know when he walked out of the room.

At this time, the Flower Temple has stabilized, and the saint just came up from below.

She was the quickest to implant the holy flower into Huafeng, and went down to stabilize the situation the moment the shock happened, and as soon as it stabilized below, she went up to see the other two flower attendants.

Mainly to see Ning Su.

Seeing Ning Changfeng leaning against the wall, staring at the blood on her hands in a daze, she paused, stopped in front of him, and opened her thin lips slightly, "His hands are covered with my son's blood, it's a What kind of feeling?"

Ning Changfeng was shocked, turned his head to look at her stiffly, and smiled with the corners of his mouth tight, "What are you talking about?"

"He, Ning Su, is your son." The saint said calmly, as if to say that the weather is fine today.

She saw that Ning Changfeng's face with superior facial features showed an expression that was about to collapse, his breathing was trembling, and even swearing came out, "I haven't even slept with a woman, how come son!"

The saint just laughed, "You believed it, so you panicked."

"You can feel it when you think about it now, can't you? Inheriting the blood of the ancient Hydra god, you should be very sensitive to blood, right? It's impossible not to feel it."

Ning Changfeng's blood flowed even more violently, as if it was about to burn.

The saintess gave him another blow, "Even Ning Su knows it, there's no way you don't know."

Ning Changfeng shook his head, "How could he know, impossible."

"Before you went in, I went in and confirmed it." The saint said with a smile: "He knew you were his father the first time he saw you."

Before Ning Changfeng entered the room, the saint went in for a routine inspection.

She was sure that Shenghua was not conscious, so she confirmed with Ning Su the part to be transplanted, and asked him, "You know that at the auction, why did I say that your partner was not Zhu Shuangshuang, but Ning Changfeng?"

Since she asked so directly, Ning Su also said directly, "Because you know that he and I are father and son."

The saint turned her head in surprise, "Do you know your relationship?"

The young man's long eyelashes were half drooping, "I knew him the first time I saw him. It can also be said that before I saw him, I just saw his name and I guessed something."

He is not so supernatural, and he knew that Ning Changfeng was his father just by pinching his fingers.

He knew Shi Tianshu was his mother first.

When I first saw it, I was aware of it.

Shi Tianshu would never think of her son for a person who is only a few years younger than her, but he would if he had a sense of time difference.

In the hearse he realized that the time was wrong.

There is a well-known star Fang Enke on that hearse.

He knew the location of the city mentioned by the people in the car, but he didn't know Fang Enke.

After the outbreak of the doomsday zombies, there will be no stars.

Before the apocalypse, Ning Su didn't have many friends. When eating alone, he would watch variety shows, watch dramas, and visit social platforms.

If there was a big star known to many people in any car at that time, it is impossible for him not to know.

But he felt vaguely that the celebrity looked familiar.

Ning Su's memory is not bad, looking at Fang Enke's outfit, after thinking about it for a long time, he suddenly remembered where he had seen him.

In a small broken station mixed with beautiful men in ancient costumes.

The video was probably titled "Finally Knowing Why My Mother Can't See the Current Traffic Stars—The Beautiful Men in Ancient Costumes That Was Amazing in That Era".

With the awareness that he appeared on the hearse of his mother's era, and seeing Shi Tianshu who looked inexplicably similar to him and was inexplicably kind, he thought that this should be his mother whom he had never seen before.

In the "Manman" copy, this idea is gradually confirmed.

It was the first time Guisheng saw Shi Tianshu and ran after Shi Tianshu, so he should have noticed it too.

If Shi Tianshu's status in the base is unusual, Shi Tianshu, who is somewhat arrogant in his bones, is the mother, and who is the father?

How many men in the whole base can she catch eyes on?

And his surname is Ning, Ning Caichen's Ning.

The answer is obvious.

That afternoon, there was a huge wave in the long river at the base, and there was a man with wet hair and coquettish lying on the bridge hole, calling him "brother", and he confirmed it at that moment.

It turned out that he had eyes like his mother and a nose like his father.

That's when he looked at his thoughts.

The saint smiled and said: "So you already knew that it was your father. Did your father hug you when you were a child, at least touch your head? This is what every father would do to his children, right?"

"If the first touch is to let go of the chest and touch the heart, isn't it a bit too intimate?"

Ning Su blinked, but didn't speak.

The saint said to Ning Changfeng: "I asked him if he had been hugged and touched his head by his father when he was so old, but he didn't answer me."

Ning Changfeng was almost out of breath.

His dazed head kept reflecting the boy's eyes and talking to him.

"Brother, do I look good now?"

"Which facial features are the most beautiful?"

Asked by him, he looked at the young man again, and felt that the young man was inexplicably familiar, so he didn't answer him. The young man lowered his eyes and said, "I think my eyes are the prettiest."

He also said: "If there is a mask, it will be fine to cover the lower half of your face."

The boy's nose and mouth resembled him the most, and his eyes least resembled him.

The saint asked: "When you transplanted, did he open his eyes? I don't know how he felt when he looked at his father and let go of his chest."

Every time Ning Changfeng took a breath, his chest and throat felt burning pain.

The saint watched him rubbing his hands into the wall, rubbing the black blood on the wall to make a blood red, and continued: "However, the first time I have intimate contact with my son is to let go of his chest and cut his chest. It is very meaningful to open his heart."

The teenager said: "Do you know what is the most important thing for a person who has no parents since he was a child?"

Ning Changfeng slowly slid down.

The afternoon worship service began.

There are many worshippers today.

Everyone in Furen County is very excited today.

They all thought that the vibration just now was the apparition of the god.

They all believe that the Flower God will appear again this year and once again bless Furen County.

It has been five years since the flower **** appeared last time. They welcome the **** every year and hold flower **** sacrifices every year. Finally, the flower **** is moved, and they are about to welcome the blessing of the flower **** again.

Tens of thousands of people scrambled to bow down first, and the praises of God were sung extremely loudly.

The song passed through the thick walls, and when it came in, the most clearly heard were "God" and "Prayer".

Zhu Shuangshuang, covered in blood, came out of the room in a daze, and saw Ning Changfeng sitting on the ground against the wall, with his elbows on his knees, covering his face with his hands, and pressed all the black and blood red onto his face .

Zhu Shuangshuang has never seen the player who ranks first in the game base, so embarrassed and inappropriate.

She also squatted opposite him, pressed down her trembling fingers, and asked in a daze, "Senior Ning, how's he staying with you?"

She stared at the blood on Ning Changfeng's hand, "The black one is from Su Su?"

Ning Changfeng, who hadn't recovered yet, became stiffer and colder.

He thought again of the blade cutting through the thin chest, the boy's dead organs and black veins.

Black blood fell from the sky, drenching his world, with a dead breath and freezing temperature.

Zhu Shuangshuang heard his heavy panting and saw him pressing his hands harder on his face.

The two squatted on the black and damp ground, listening to the excited hymns of God coming from outside.

The corridor was as quiet as frozen in time.

"During the worship yesterday afternoon." Ning Changfeng said hoarsely, his voice was like an autumn wind passing through dead branches, "Thank you and Su Xiangsheng for helping him, and not leaving him alone."

Zhu Shuangshuang didn't understand why he said that, "You kicked away his flower cage yesterday, why did you say that again today?"

Ning Changfeng let out a "ha".

It didn't sound like a laugh at all.

Zhu Shuangshuang got up and pushed open Ning Su's door, but there was no one inside.

The saint said that after the holy flower was implanted in the heart, it took five days to recover to be able to stand on the ground and pick up a knife to help another flower attendant open the heart and plant flowers.

At this time, no one would think that the flower waiter who had just planted flowers would run around.

Ning Su walked for a long time and finally found the location of the statue.

His face was sickly pale, the black veins on his forehead were startling, and the color on his lips had faded.

The light in the eyes was still good, and he looked up at the statue.

The tall and dark statue turned around, still half facing the outside of the temple, this direction is more convenient for Ning Su to climb up.

More obvious black blood vessels stretched out on the pale hands. He clung to the hem of His black clothes, jumped up with difficulty, hugged His knees, and climbed up little by little until he reached the hands wrapped in vines.

He turned over and lay in His palm, his weak breathing slowly caused his chest to rise and fall, and the soft vines half surrounded him.

Just like when he was a child, and like when he just woke up when the end of the world came, he turned over and lay there, put the wound on his palm, listened to the solemn hymn of God, slowly closed his long eyelashes, and fell asleep up.

The divine song outside spread to every place in Furen County.

The dense crowd of believers frantically knelt down to worship the statue.

They said that human beings should not look directly at the god's face, and they dare not look at the god's statue, so they didn't know that there was a young man with white clothes and wet hair sleeping peacefully on the palm of the god.

The vines on the palm of God grew slowly, gently covering him.

Perhaps God will also wonder why.

He opened his eyes, and the scarlet at the end of his eyes flowed into his eyes, breaking through the chaos.

He looked at the sleeping teenager in his palm, the faint breath of life there.

His heart was wrapped in a fragile body.

Half of what flows in the slender blood vessels is his energy.

The cycle of the universe, the reciprocation of the prehistoric era, can't find such a miracle.

Among the more kneeling believers outside than any other day, there were two small, inconspicuous figures kneeling there.

They straightened their bodies and looked up at the statue.

"Ghost born brother."

"Um?"

"Did you see mother?"

"Um!"

"Mom fell asleep on top of Daddy."

"Wow~"

Guisheng still remembers what Manman said that night, father is the one who stays with mother, and the family is complete with father.

He raised his small head and looked at the statue with sparkling eyes.

The same is true for the little girl, the spike earrings on her ears are shining in the sun, just like her eyes.

They were born in different worlds, their living environments are very different, but what they desire in their hearts is the same.

A complete home.

At the end of the worship activities, the hymns also stopped.

Ning Su slowly opened his eyes, saw the environment in front of him clearly, and let out a "huh".

He raised his eyes to look at the face of the god, and his hoarseness just woke up made his voice a little low, "Today is also my worship."

The idol is deep and silent, as if it has been so for eternity.

Ning Su took it as His acquiescence, and slid down the statue's robe, not forgetting to follow the only scorpion flower that bloomed on the palm of the statue before sliding down.

When it landed, it was full of energy.

He looked back into the like eyes.

He narrowed his eyes and walked away slowly.

He wanted to sneak back to the house, but he was caught on the spot at the stairs.

The saint stood there silently in black, and Zhu Shuangshuang said anxiously behind her, "Susu, where have you been? We can't find you no matter what."

The strangest thing was Ning Changfeng, who looked at him with a strange look, and there were terrible bloodshot eyes.

Ning Su said awkwardly to the saint, "You came back very early, I just saw you kneeling in front of the statue."

The saint didn't like him, "Lock him up!"

The man in white came up immediately and wanted to lock him into that room.

"Be careful!" Ning Changfeng said hoarsely, he couldn't control his feet and stepped forward, and said sharply, "The wound on his body hasn't healed yet."

Ning Su: "..."

He returned to the waterbed.

The saint told him to lie here overnight and spend the first dangerous night before going down.

Ning Su thought it was nothing, and it was Ning Changfeng who made him think there was something.

The number one Lone Ranger in this game base actually stayed here.

He sat on the chair next to his waterbed, as if accompanying the bed.

I have never seen such a strange bed companion.

For a while, he sat stiffly and solemnly, for a while he moved his feet and clenched his hands, and for a while he pretended to look at him casually.

Eyes are very problematic.

"Do you want to drink water?" Ning Changfeng said softly after Ning Su caught peeping.

The voice was awkward and gentle, which gave Ning Su a layer of goosebumps on the spot.

Ning Su felt a bad premonition in his heart, and suddenly became nervous.

Ning Changfeng: "That..."

Ning Su: "No way!"

The defensive Ning Su interrupted him as soon as he spoke.

He said seriously: "This is what we agreed on. I will ask you to transplant the sacred flower to me first. After you leave this game, you will ask me to chop off your head and go to the teacher and president to exchange for 100 million points."

"You can't regret it just because I'm alive!"

Ning Changfeng: "..."