On the narrow path, two rows of pink peach blossoms are planted on both sides.
Under the blazing sun, a gentle breeze causes the delicate pink peach blossoms to fall one by one.
It created a pink rain of peach blossoms.
The ground was covered with a thick layer of peach blossoms.
Along the beautiful country road, a group of grotesque zombies walked slowly forward with blank stares.
Pink peach blossoms rained down on the zombie's shoulders, hair, and rotting face.
Even when peach blossoms stuck to their rotting faces, they felt nothing, nor did they feel itchy; they walked forward with blank stares.
There were about a hundred zombies, which could be considered a small zombie horde.
There were no sounds of panic in the village, only the creaking of doors opening.
The zombies were neatly dressed, without a speck of dust or black blood on them.
The rotting flesh on their faces and hands made it immediately clear that they were indeed zombies.
Every now and then, a zombie would stand blankly in front of a house.
A few people came out of the house, smiling, and reached out to grab their arms, leading them into their home.
It's like welcoming children back from playing outside.
Faintly, the sounds of laughter and cheerful conversation could be heard.
Judging from the zombies' neat clothes, it's clear that these zombies are being cared for.
And they were taken very well care of, just like Grandpa Fan the zombie and the man in the suit the zombie, they were clean and tidy.
One zombie after another stopped in front of the houses along the roadside.
The remaining zombies continued forward, their faces expressionless and their gait lacking any finesse.
Even though the ground was covered with a thick layer of peach blossoms, their footsteps made a heavy sound.
Their stiff legs could no longer make the slightest footsteps like normal people.
Their clumsy feet slammed straight down onto the ground, more like stepping than walking.
Footsteps were a signal; the sound of doors opening could be heard from time to time in the village, and some people were even peering out of their doors, looking expectantly at the horde of zombies in the distance.
It seems they are waiting for their loved ones.
"Am I seeing things?"
Bai Anhai rubbed his eyes hard, feeling that the scene before him was somewhat sci-fi.
Zombies eat people.
It's possible there are good zombies, like Zhang Yiming and his group.
In most cases, however, these grotesque zombies have no self-awareness and will roar and pounce on people when they see them.
Even with high-level zombies controlling them, ordinary people still dare not get too close to them.
Even if some people can accept these hideous zombies, they are definitely only a small minority.
Judging from the situation in this village, the villagers don't seem to be afraid of the zombies at all, and they even cleaned them up!
Liu Jing watched the scene unfold with great interest.
Such a clean zombie, it really makes me want to dissect it!
"Excuse me, could you please move aside?"
An aged voice rang out from behind the swarm of zombies with their blank stares.
The Bai family looked around and realized that they were the only ones blocking the zombies.
The horde of zombies continued walking forward with blank stares. They neither roared as they pounced on the Bai family members ahead, nor did they stop.
The heavy footsteps grew closer and closer, as they drew nearer to Bai Xizhu's family.
Normal people would have given way to a horde of zombies long ago.
The Bai family doesn't follow the usual path; they're not afraid of zombies, they're only afraid that the zombies won't come.
The Bai family members stood silently by the roadside, but did not go far, continuing to watch the zombies in front of them.
With a creak.
The door of the house closest to the Bai family opened.
An elderly woman with a full head of white hair emerged from the courtyard, her weathered eyes searching for something among the horde of zombies.
"Tiezhu, it's time to go home for dinner."
The old lady's eyesight was poor, and she couldn't clearly see which one she was looking for.
All he could do was shout at the horde of zombies in a daze.
"Hehe..."
A young zombie let out a heavy hoarse sound and then stood in front of the old woman.
"Mom slaughtered a chicken for you today, not a drop of blood was wasted, hurry home and eat!"
The old woman approached the young zombie, looked him up and down several times, and found that he looked much the same as when he left. A kind smile appeared on her face.
The young zombie's face was covered in rotting flesh, but his clothes were clean.
The old woman took out a handkerchief from her bosom; it was a blue and white square handkerchief, a special handkerchief for the elderly.
The old woman's kind gaze fell on the young zombie's hands.
Black blood seeped from the rotting fingers.
A speck of dirt stained the black blood.
The old woman patiently held the young zombie's hand and carefully wiped away the dirt and the black blood that had seeped out.
The young zombie stood motionless, letting the old woman wipe his fingers.
"Hehe..."
The young zombie made a muffled sound from its throat.
Zombies experience intense hunger at all times.
Its bloodthirsty instincts were firmly suppressed by the more powerful, advanced zombies, which is why it didn't pounce on the flesh and blood body in front of it.
"Is Tiezhu starving? Get up and eat!"
The old woman wasn't afraid when she heard the young zombie's suppressed voice. She simply carefully held the handkerchief stained with black blood in her hand, then pulled the young zombie towards the courtyard.
The door was slowly closed.
Less than a minute later, the sound of zombies chewing could be heard.
The chewing sound included crunching sounds.
They even chewed up the bones and swallowed them.
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