The Zombie Book Boy

The Zombie Book Boy

Author: Mosquitoes in Paradise

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This is a simple story that forced the second generation ancestors to time travel and act as a book boy for others. This story reminds us: we need to be careful when traveling!

Bai Jia: Male, Occupation: Book boy, Hobbies: Drinking blood and gnawing on raw meat, catchphrase: Serve a plate of raw beef!

Pang Zhu: Male, Occupation: Young Master, Hobbies: Eating, drinking and having fun, Mantra: Bai Jia, I’m hungry!

Xing Tian: Male, Occupation: Manager, Hobbies: Manager, Mantra: Bai Jia, you prodigal bastard!

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Content tags: Spirits, Gods and Monsters Travel Through Time and Space

Search keywords: Protagonist: Bai Jia, Pang Zhu┃Supporting role: Xing Tian, ​​Pang Youjiao┃Others: time travel, overhead, zombie

01

Long. In the 31st year of Jingyuan, in winter, heavy snow fell suddenly in Changqing County, Pingzhou Prefecture, Linzhou Province. It lasted for more than ten days, crushed thousands of houses, and displaced tens of thousands of people. The imperial court ordered the surrounding counties to open warehouses to release grain. Resettle the victims.

As the saying goes, the sky is high and the emperor is far away. After the local officials drank a round of tea, they sent people to the granary. Instead of opening the granary, they went to count the old rice noodles. Saving, it is exactly the sentence: Zhumen dog meat stinks, and there are frozen bones on the road.

There are still thin snow particles falling down in the sky. It is clearly broad daylight, but the light is so dark that it feels like night is coming. Outside Xiangshui Township, Shanglin County, on the path leading to the mass grave, there is a candle the size of a soybean. The fire was flickering and flickering, at first glance it looked like a will-o'-the-wisp, but after a closer look, I found out that it was because the hand holding the lantern handle was shaking so badly, it was so frightening!

Although the sky was dark, the snow that hadn't melted in time made the world miserable. The fireflies in the lanterns couldn't help at all, but the hand holding the pole didn't get hurt because of it. Let go, but hold it tighter.

The visitor wrapped himself tightly from head to toe. Under the big blue satin cloak trimmed with fox fur, a bright red silk long coat was exposed. The hem hung down to the ground to cover the feet. The hair is tightly girth, only the eyes are exposed, because of the boss staring in a panic, there is a faint cry coming from inside, the voice is a little childish, it should be a young man.

The snow on the path had been trampled away, leaving muddy slurry on the ground, the young man staggered forward, the splashed mud wetted the hem of his long coat, and he fainted black and red.

This mass burial mound was originally an abandoned grove, next to the main road, the vegetation was sparse, and only some wild dogs and cats were hidden. Later, someone who started it brought an unknown corpse. This side is next to the village, There is no shortage of beggars and vagrants. One will die every few days. They were all dragged to the west mountain before.

In the middle of the wild cemetery, there is a solitary pagoda tree with a crooked neck. The leaves are bald, and only some branches are left open and clawed. It is said that the pagoda tree gathers shade, and the more it goes in, the wind whizzes straight into the cracks in human bones. , Pang Zhu was originally a coward, but now, even his teeth were chattering, and there was a sobbing sound from time to time, like a ghost howling.Unable to bear it, he squatted down, trying to shrink himself up, but suddenly saw the side of the path, not far from him, a corner of the mat was exposed, although he didn't see what was inside, but under the bulging snowdrift , what was buried, you don’t need to look to know that there are still many snowdrifts like this at a glance.

Pang Zhu finally can't stand it, huh" let out a howl, and then ran forward in a panic, the paper lantern was tilted to one side, the candle flame inside flickered, and suddenly a few sparks burst out, instantly shattering the lantern. It's burning.

"Master Tian, ​​there is a fire over there, isn't that young master?" Two carriages came up the road, and a middle-aged man of about 40 years old sat leaning on the shaft, dressed as a servant, and covered with a cotton waistcoat, the original blue color had been worn away It's all white, with some cotton wool sticking out around the corners.

Hearing that, the curtain of the car was lifted from the inside, and an old man came out. He was dressed neatly and thickly, but he shrugged his shoulders with his hands covered, as if he was extremely afraid of the cold.

As the New Year approached, there were very few pedestrians on the road, and even if there were a few, they came and went in a hurry. Only this carriage, which occupied most of the road, was the most conspicuous.

The old man yawned, and casually descended to the ground: "Go and have a look", and then let the servant go first, while he fell leisurely behind.

Because of the slippery snowy road, Pang Zhu stumbled and ran a few steps, staggered and fell into the mud. He struggled to get up, but found that his ankle was caught. Looking back, it was a hand, Looking up along that hand, one can see a half-exposed face in the snow, with a dead gray eye staring at him steadfastly.

The air seemed to be frozen in an instant, only the snow particles were pattering, Pang Zhu's eyes were straightened, and he didn't move for a long time, but he didn't want to roll his eyelids in the next second, passed out, and smashed a piece of snow The water splashed far away, and a drop fell directly into the eye of the dead fish. The eye turned around stiffly, and after two circles, black pupils began to appear, reflecting white and snow red in the pupils. clothes, really weird.

One second, Bai Jia was still playing tricks with ghosts in the underworld, and the next second, he saw half of his body buried in the snow, struggling to get up, but found that his whole body was unconscious, only his fingers could move. After a few movements, I couldn't help cursing in my heart: Ah bah, what the hell is this vote.

As far as Bai Jia is concerned, he was wronged. He never stole or robbed him during his lifetime, and he only knew how to lose his father's money. He can be regarded as a pure second-generation ancestor. Not good, it just fell on his head. It is taken for granted that he died very reluctantly, so when he came to the King of Hades, he kept calling for his own grievances. Three words came out: Wrong tick.

"..." Nima!

The black-faced Hades is not easy to mess with, so Bai Jia set his sights on the ghost messenger who seduces him. The ghost servant is not as ugly as the other ones, with clear features and fair skin. After a few words, he decided on his destination, saying it sounded good, and found him a new body. In the end, it was cold and cold in the wilderness, did he come for a half-day tour?

No one would be happy about this matter, Bai Jia's eyes were smoldering, and she was planning to go back to the underworld for a while, to have a good talk about life with that ghost messenger, when suddenly she saw a middle-aged man running up to him, pointing at the other end of his foot. He called out 'Young Master', and then shouted behind him: "Master Tian, ​​I found the young master."

It was only then that Bai Jia discovered that the lump at his feet was a person.

"Then quickly get the person down." The old man stood far away and did not move.

The man picked up Pang Zhu, and turned up and down... Looking down, he saw a hand, and following that hand, he saw an eye blinking at him, So he shouted again: "Tian Guanshi, there is still one alive!"

The steward stomped his feet impatiently, and urged, "It's probably just thrown here to die, so don't worry about it."

"But, he grabbed the young master's feet!"

Bai Jia is a life-hungry man, he managed to live again, how could he really be willing to die again, so, relying on the strength of his fingertips, he was dragged out of the messy grave by the feet of Young Master Ren, halfway , He closed his eyes and pretended to be dead, but he didn't let go of his hand.

The old man called Tian Guanshi kicked Bai Jia with his toes, shaking off the layer of snow foam on his back, revealing the ragged clothes inside: "Tsk, look at this, I guess it is the fleeing famine in Changqing County. came"

After the servant sent Pang Zhu to the carriage, he freed his hands to deal with Bai Jia, but the grip was too tight and he couldn't break it apart.Half of Bai Jia's body was hung on the shaft of the car, her feet were still dragging on the ground, her posture was very awkward, the butler went around to the car in disgust, and asked the servant, "Did you bring a knife?"

"No, what's the matter?" The servant honestly dug into his cotton jacket.

The housekeeper spat and scolded: "It will save trouble if you chop your hands, but now you have to save trouble, bad luck!" He lifted the curtain and went in.

The servant then backed out, crouched on the shaft of the carriage and thought for a while, but he kindly dragged Bai Jia's lower body onto the shaft, and then he flicked the whip, and the horse turned its head, and it was "dede" Running on the road, the road was full of potholes, and the carriage was bumped and creaked along the way."

Bai Jia lay face down, feeling ruthless in her heart: I remember you, what a wretched old man!

After driving for a quarter of an hour, the carriage arrived in front of a high gate. On the red lacquered wooden door more than ten feet wide, there was a horizontal plaque on which was written two gilt characters: Pang's house.

The huge households in Xiangshui Township are well-known far and wide. Bai Ding alone, relying on his unique skill of killing pigs, has established a huge family business. He not only has thousands of hectares of fertile land in the countryside, but also employs swineherds to raise tens of thousands of pigs. Looking around, Ninety percent of the meat on the food table in Xiangshui Township comes from his family, not to mention that not long ago, he donated a travel payment and enjoyed a rank salary, which is considered decent.

Speaking of this huge household, I have added a lot of criticism recently. It means that I married a concubine more than a month ago. I heard that the concubine is still a lady of the official family. , there is good news.

You must know that the only regret of Pang Youjiao in his prosperity is that he has only one son, and the heirs are a little thin. He also ran diligently, but it was like this, everyone was stunned and did not move at all. Slowly, he faded away from this thought, who knows, the joy came from the sky, and he actually blossomed again in his forties.

It is said that people are in good spirits on happy occasions, and Pang Youjiao's face is full of red, and he always smiles when he sees everyone.