Chapter 60: Off volume

As the sun rises and the 4S shop opens, the customer breaks the threshold.
When the security guard is loaded with live ammunition, it is necessary to check whether the customers entering the store are suspected of being infected, but also to guard against zombies that have come from the roadside from time to time.
Zombies are rampant, the service life of vehicles is greatly shortened, and the car market is suddenly tight. Fortunately, 4S stores have sufficient inventory, and as long as the citizens can enter the store safely, they can buy cars practically.
The exhibition hall was overcrowded, and almost every model was surrounded by buyers. I wanted to sit in and give it a try. I also had to rank the number. The only place was the northeast corner of the hall, which was a little deserted.
A purple beetle is displayed there.
There were only two male customers standing next to him. One was taller, taller and more handsome, and there were few long hairs that men would keep. He did n’t feel anything special about him, but he had a temperament; the other was a little shorter than him, but Also young and handsome, youthful and energetic.
Jun Yi is extraordinary, looking at the purple beetle, his eyes obsessed.
Young and handsome, his eyes rolled up into the sky.
"Beautiful." Meng Zhang thought for a long time, and only wanted to get this word.
Ding Xiaoche despair: "Your aesthetic is too distorted."
Meng Zhang turned to look at him.
Ding Xiaoche swallowed: "You, look at me."
Meng Zhang's lips are slightly raised, and his smile is light, like the breeze, like the moon: "A beautiful is beautiful, not as good as you."
Ding Xiaoche: "..."
"Shopping guide-" Ding Xiaoche finally surrendered to sweet words.
I am not afraid that the Divine Monarch has no aesthetics, but he is afraid of the Divine Monarch's mouth.
The two paid on the spot, picked up the car on the spot, and soon drove the purple beetle back to Ding Xiaoche's house.
Although the wood has become a boat, Ding Xiaoche still vomited all the way until he entered the house, still shattering his thoughts: "Charming red, mint green, borneol blue, macaron powder, lavender purple ... the car you bought, the color can be Get a tropical fruit basket! "
Meng Zhang was changing shoes, and heard Yan Yan stunned: "Tropical ... fruit basket?"
"It's just a pile of colorful tropical fruits in a basket," Ding Xiaoche said while drawing a picture. "Heaped into hills, full of enthusiasm ..."
Meng Zhang is still confused: "How is tropical fruit different from the fruit in the downstairs fruit shop?"
Ding Xiaoche couldn't describe it, so he simply drew it with a pen and paper: "This is called mango, yellow orange, orange, there is no in the downstairs fruit shop!"
Looking at the painting that looked like pebbles, it was still difficult for Meng Zhang to have a specific image of this tropical fruit.
Ding Xiaoche looked at his work, and he was a bit exhausted. He sighed at the end: "I already know that I took the phone," he looked at Meng Zhang a bit impatiently. Album, chat, I glanced at it. "
Foreigners, that is, people who appear in this city at a certain time every day.
Meng Zhang and Ding Xiaoche said that if they met strangers with strange objects, or if they heard something they did n’t understand, try to write them down as much as possible. Maybe it ’s useful or maybe useless. Anyway, the days are idle. Have more fun.
Having said that, it doesn't have to be more truthful and memorable, but it is obvious that Ding Xiaoche took the heart and apologized for not doing his best.
Seriously almost silly, this is the most worrying part of Ding Xiao body.
But it is also the cutest place.
Meng Zhang hooked people and stole a kiss skillfully.
Ding Xiaoche was stunned and did not react for a long time.
Meng Zhang thought about it and kissed it a second time.
Ding Xiaoche's face turned red, but his mouth was hard all the time: "Why do you kiss me?"
Meng Zhang hugged people, turned his head around, and hidden sandalwood around him, making people unconsciously peaceful and quiet: "Thank you for letting me choose a car."
Ding Xiaoche mumbled: "It was you who spent the money ..."
"No," Meng Zhang corrected him. "Every copper plate I spend now is your money."
Ding Xiaoche: "..."
"I said that day, and from now on--" Meng Zhang pulled the two away a bit, eyebrow-to-eyebrow, eye-to-eye, solemnly looked into the depth of Ding Xiaoche's eyes, and swore sovereignty, "My The incense money belongs to you, you, to me. "
...
Mengzhang Shenjun does not remember what happened before Yuanshen came out.
On a certain day five years ago, he suddenly broke away from the shackles of the god, and Yuanshen was freed, and he began to remember. In the following year, although he was still in the Three Religious Temples, he was still in step, but from the chat of "pilgrim", he probably pieced this world together.
This is a zombie-run city.
Zombies can bite people, and bitten people can infect or even die. The task of pilgrims is to the vaccine to the central hospital.
His task is to bless these pilgrims.
As soon as someone finds his idol and burns incense, countless weapons and objects will immediately appear in his mind, as if they were rooted there thousands of years ago.
The days passed by more than three hundred days in an orderly manner.
Ding Xiaoche is here.
It was a rainy night, and the guy who was bundled into dumplings crashed into the Sanjiao Temple with a bang.
It was four pilgrims who kicked him in. After entering the temple, he did not stop, and added a few feet to him.
The people lying on the ground have no power to fight back, but they can pay back: "I borrow your car, you still hit me, in order to complain to virtue, the next 18 hells—"
Meng Zhang, who was floating in the air, was speechless for him. At this time, he broke his mouth and cursed. In addition to being stupid, he could not find the second word to describe it.
Sure enough, the four were even more angry and kicked more and more ruthlessly: "Why don't you whistle and lead the zombie?"
The kicker groaned in pain, but just refused to accept the softness: "I said the car to you, I want to go home, I don't want to go to Chengbei, why don't you let me go!"
There are always grudges between the pilgrims. When most of the teams are playing together, it is spectacular, so Meng Zhang is not surprised at this kind of scene.
Turning around, he was about to float back to the idol behind the wall and waited for it to be found. A cold hum made Meng Zhang pause.
"Fourth, you are scolding with an NPC and you are full."
NPC, this is the title that many pilgrims will also put on him when they worship him.
He doesn't understand what this means, but he understands that if everyone calls NPC, it should be the same kind.
Meng Zhang has never been in the Sanjiao Temple and has seen the same kind.
He had only seen pilgrims, and zombies who followed the pilgrims.
"Ah--" Suddenly, a scream was made by the kicked person.
Meng Zhang shuddered inexplicably, turned back stiffly, and saw the coldest one of the four, with a dagger, piercing the forearm's forearm.
Without changing the color of the wounded person's face, he drew a dagger, flung blood, and retracted the scabbard.
The kicked person was so painful that he could not cry, his face was pale, and his forehead was covered with beads of sweat.
The other three pilgrims were dumbfounded. The one who kicked the most ruthlessly just now couldn't bear to show his face: "Don't be so cruel ..."
He couldn't bear to sigh and raised his eyes and glanced at them: "How many times did you say it, don't feel the truth, this is a bunch of NPCs, die or die, and restore factory settings tomorrow, OK?"
After he finished speaking, he looked at the huddled person, and hummed and asked, "Now, shall we take us to Chengbei?"
The kicked person clenched his teeth, and he was speechless.
He squatted with cold eyes and said slowly, "It seems that he has to make up a knife."
The kicker panicked, his eyes could not deceive people, Meng Zhang could feel the trembling of extreme fear from those eyes.
But he was still stubbornly silent, almost biting his lip.
Seeing that the cold eyes didn't care, Meng Zhang suddenly got angry again. The anger was so violent that he didn't even think about what to do, and the whole Sanjiao Temple shook violently!
"Fuck, earthquake ?!"
The three pilgrims panicked, and even their cold eyes changed their faces.
But the shaking of the Sanjiao Temple not only did not stop, but even worse, there was a burst of dust on the beams of the room, and the roof continued to have tiles slipping and breaking!
"What are you waiting for, hurry and run--"
"Hidden eggs ..."
"Fate is gone and I want a fart egg!"
The four of them fled in droves, and the one who ran at the end did not forget to grasp the rope tightly, and dragged the kicked off to the door.
How could Meng Zhang give him the opportunity to look at the moment he went out, and immediately closed the gate of the Sanjiao Temple!
The two door panels were like steel knives, cutting the twine at once, and the kicked person who had not been able to be torn out fell to the ground.
Meng Zhang stepped forward and wanted to see his situation. As a result, the man only sat on the ground for a few seconds. Perhaps he realized that the rope was loose on his body. He suddenly bounced and ran under the Xiang case.
Meng Zhang somehow, listening to the sound of the car, the gang should have run away, simply stopped and shaken the mountain.
The Sanjiao Temple returned to silence. Meng Zhang raised his hand and flicked his sleeves. The fallen incense burner and fire candle returned to their original appearance. There was no trace of the disorder just now.
"What are you doing there?" Meng Zhang landed and showed his true body.
"Who is talking?" Under the table, a question of teeth trembling came out.
Meng Zhang couldn't help crying: "If you come out, you will know."
"No." The people under the table insisted, "If there is an aftershock, it's safest to hide here!"
What is "aftershock"?
Meng Zhang memorizes this new word and is ready to study it later. After that, he takes the first two steps and comes to the table to squat down.
The lips under the table were pale, the whole body was shaking tremendously, and there was blood on his arm.
In this state, and the moment he stared at him, this man was stunned for a long time, saying, "Your hair is so long."
Meng Zhang was stunned on the spot, and suddenly he didn't know what to say.
It took a long time before he found his voice: "Does it hurt?"
The person under the table was stunned. It seemed that he finally recovered the three souls and seven souls. He took a breath, and howled with a throat: "It hurts--"
"very painful--"
"They are not human--"
"Son of a bitch--"
Meng Zhang resisted the urge to cover his ears, and sighed softly on the arm of the NPC who was crying and howling.
The wound and pain disappeared together, leaving only blood stains, proving that the bad guy had been there.
The person under the table was unbelievable. He tentatively poked his arm tentatively and found that it didn't hurt, it wasn't enough. It took a few hard shots. It really didn't hurt. This time he was happy, and he asked him in surprise: "You are Fairy? "
The eyes are facing each other, and the air is suddenly quiet.
Meng Zhang pondered for a long time and found that he could answer, just this one word: "... Yes."
All of his calmness, all of the immortal wind and bones, in such a completely untouchable rhythm and communication, nothing.
"Did you get the earthquake just now?"
"..."
"It's just shaking the mountain," seeing that he doesn't seem to understand it, the young man pressed the space under the table and still insisted on the gesture simulation of the outside with his hands gestures, "Just now that bang bang bang ah ah ah-"
Meng Zhang swallowed hard: "... um."
The young man's eyebrows stretched out, giving him a bright smile without reservation: "It turns out that there are really fairies in this world, so handsome."
Somehow, when he saw him laughing, Meng Zhang couldn't help but turn his mouth up.
"My name is Xiao Ding." The young man folded his hands and burned incense to worship, "Thank you for saving me."
"My name is Meng Zhang." I couldn't help myself, he also reported his name.
Xiao Ding accidentally: "Is the fairy also named?"
Meng Zhang: "... um."
Xiao Ding frowned at him: "Fairy, why do you always‘ ah ’?

Meng Zhang: "..."
Xiao Ding: "It's over, not even" um "."
Meng Zhang Shenjun has never been so passive, he decided to regain the dominance of the conversation: "Are you also a blesser?"
Xiaoding looked at him blankly for a while, and suddenly asked, "Can I come out?"
"Aren't you worried about 'aftershocks?'" The word doesn't understand, but then, Meng Zhang remembers it clearly.
Under the low table case, Xiao Ding, who had tilted her head for a long time, wrinkled her face pitifully: "Worried, but his neck is sour ..."
Meng Zhang pulled out the person angrily, Xiao Ding moved his head up and down, left and right for a long time, and was comfortable: "What did you just ask?"
"Are you a blesser?" Meng Zhang repeated with a sigh, Xiantu felt tired for the first time.
"No." Xiao Ding shook his head firmly and asked, "What is the blesser?"
Meng Zhang: "..."
After raining all night, Xianjun also talked with Xiaoding for a night, and finally figured out that although Xiaoding was not a pilgrim, he was not a blesser like him. If he had to say, Xiaoding should be "The car-giver", once encountering a pilgrim, will have to struggle, and then let the other party grab the car.
At the same time, Meng Zhang also learned that there are many people in this city. Like Xiao Ding, they are struggling to live in the siege of zombies.
Night is the most dangerous time in the city. Shops are smashed, shops are robbed, corpses run rampant, and blood flows into the river. But during the day, these traces will fade away, the shop will reopen, most of the zombies will lie dormant, and the armed forces in the city will take up their posts, so people's lives can still be as usual.
"Go back to work in Chengbei?" Meng Zhang was a little reluctant when he heard Xiao Ding leave, "Aren't you going to die in Chengbei?"
"It was night, and there was no problem during the day." Xiao Ding glanced worriedly at the blood stains on his sleeve. "It's too late to change clothes. The leader will definitely scold me."
Meng Zhang recalled the pilgrims he had seen, picked the one he looked the most pleasing to the eye, raised his hand gently, and raised Ding from head to toe, changing into the same clean clothes as the one.
"You're too easy to use!" Xiao Ding Xizi looked at the new line, and praised him heartily.
"..." Meng Zhang has given up, Xiao Ding loves to say what he says, he just smiles.
The energetic young man walked to the door of the temple, suddenly remembered something like that, and hurriedly turned back: "Can I still come to you to play in the future?"
"Of course." Meng Zhang hadn't had time to think about it, and the answer was given.
Xiao Ding smiled, satisfied.
"Come on," Meng Zhang suddenly remembered something that had been remembered all night. "What's your name?"
Names, there should always be surnames.
Xiao Ding looked at him stunned for a moment, and he didn't understand it at all: "It's called Xiao Ding."
Meng Zhang frowned: "Is there no name?"
Xiaoding received this kind of question for the first time. He thought about it very seriously. At the end, he shook his head regretfully: "No, my surname is Ding. Everyone calls me Xiaoding."
Watching the other person leave, Meng Zhang repeatedly recalled the sentence "Can I still come to you to play in the future"?
Ten days passed by quietly.
In the old days, ten days to Meng Zhang was like running water, fleeting, but this time, it was like a year.
He suspected that there was a deviation between him and Xiao Ding's perception of "later."
His "later" is just a few days later, what about Xiaoding's "later"?
Meng Zhang didn't know, but he couldn't wait any longer.
For the first time, he had the urge to leave the Sanjiao Temple.
And after thinking about it, I did it, without any hesitation.
Xiao Ding's place of work is in the north of the city. After work, he returns to the south of the city. Meng Zhang went out in the morning and floated over the north of the city for a day.
This is the first time he saw the doomsday city in the mouth of a pilgrim, but he didn't have the mood to appreciate the scenery at all. He just wanted to find Xiao Ding. When he found it, he asked, do you know what it means to deceive the fairy?
However, this city is full of people, all kinds of buildings, all kinds of shops, all kinds of traffic. Find someone, even a prince, find a needle in a haystack.
When the night fell, a chaotic scream in the north of the city fell into silence, and there was no daytime hustle and bustle in the south of the city. People hid in a safe zone and spent a long night breathlessly.
At this time, the car still driving on Chengnan Road was conspicuous.
Every time Meng Zhang saw one, he floated down. His Yuanshen was invisible, and neither the pilgrim nor the people in the city could perceive his existence.
In this way, I finally saw Xiaoding in the ninth car.
This time, the four people who borrowed the car were very polite, entertaining and welcoming the owner of the small car. When the Meng Zhangyuan floated into the back row, the young man chewed potato chips.
Meng Zhang blew at him.
Xiaoding felt a gust of wind blowing his face, raised his hand and wiped it, and continued to click, without the consciousness of being stared at by the fairy.
Meng Zhang held his breath until the car arrived at the dock, the group abandoned the car and boarded the boat, Xiao Ding returned to the driving position, ready to drive home, he appeared in the co-pilot.
Full of dissatisfaction, he hadn't waited for his last complaint. When he saw his driver Ding screaming, he could break through the roof.
"Ahhhhhhhhh—"
Meng Zhang collapsed, and he was really bad tempered. He shot his head hard.
The ghost stopped abruptly. Driver Ding covered his forehead and looked at him pitifully: "Why play me?"
Meng Zhang sighed secretly, and suddenly regretted it a little, but he should play a little lighter, but the tone is still tough: "Contractors, people and gods abandon."
Xiao Ding frowned inexplicably: "Destroy the contract? What contract did I ruin?"
"You said that if you come to the Sanjiao Temple in the future, if you don't come in ten days, you will break the contract."
There was no guilt in Xiao Ding's eyes, but he was even more puzzled: "Three ... the temple?"
There was no joke on his face, just plain daze. Meng Zhang shook his heart and suddenly panicked: "Xiao Ding?"
"Do you know my name?" Xiao Ding raised an eyebrow, completely surprised. "Do we know?"