Chapter 152 Night of the Living Dead
"stand up."
The tall red-haired figure stood up and stared at the person sitting on the bed.
The height and body shape difference does not make the person on the bed look weak, because his expression is very contented, with his long legs raised and his head slightly tilted back, showing that he is the one who has everything under control.
"Turn around."
At the command, the red-haired young man followed the direction of his right index finger and turned clockwise.
He kept spinning until his owner told him to stop.
Her obedient look made the person on the bed tap his toes lightly, and he was in a good mood.
"stop."
As soon as he finished speaking, the red-haired young man stood facing Samuel.
His eyes were shining, and he looked like a well-behaved and obedient person who wanted to be praised.
Samuel could almost see the big, thick Labrador-like tail wagging wildly behind him.
"Okay, you're allowed to lie on my lap for a while." The stingy owner was finally willing to reward the puppy.
Arnold immediately half-knelt and meekly rested his chin on Samuel's tight-fitting knees.
His thighs were wrapped to show their fleshiness, and the young man's firm chin rested on the plump thigh flesh, forcibly pressing a shallow depression into the beautifully shaped thigh.
Samuel lowered his eyes and gently stroked Arnold's red hair.
After being hit in the chest, he slapped Arnold as usual, then thought for a while and fed him a piece of toast as a candied date. Samuel knew the principle of giving a candy after a beating.
Then, dog training began.
The captain of the guard suggested that it would be better to teach the puppy only three commands a day.
In the evening, Samuel repeatedly trained Chuan Chuan to stand up, turn around and stop, and achieved good results. Now the results are even more remarkable on Arnold.
The red-haired puppy was trained to be obedient.
only……
Arnold was looking up, and just a few fists in front of him was Samuel's pink tip, which was as soft and plump as a berry after he roared at him.
Arnold was obsessed with the texture, the soft and flexible part exuding a fragrant aroma, which was much better than toast.
His eyes were so persistent that it was hard for Samuel to pretend not to see them.
"Mother, I think..."
"no."
"But I think..."
"I said no."
Samuel had no interest in being a mother, nor did he plan to develop this ability himself - the two surprise attacks he had encountered before did not count - he did not know that there were actually three times in total.
Because the skin was a little broken yesterday, Samuel didn't want to touch it, so he left it alone. Now that the saliva has dried up, it feels very cold.
Stand up cold.
So Samuel unfolded the strip of cloth stuck on his diaphragm and tried to cover the chilly area.
Then I heard a certain kind of dog-like whine, aggrieved and resentful cry from its throat.
Samuel paused.
Arnold seemed to sense that there was room for negotiation and quickly interrupted, "Just stick it on. I won't do anything bad."
He even rubbed his cheek ingratiatingly on Samuel's knee, trying to prove that he was being good.
The furry short red hair really makes him look like a loyal dog.
What's more, he is handsome, and his golden eyes are particularly deep and charming. When he stares at someone, it is as if that person is his whole world, which makes people's heart beat for no reason.
An unspeakable feeling quietly planted a seed in Samuel's chest.
He was sure that he was Arnold's whole world now.
It was hard to tell what emotion Samuel was feeling. He glanced sideways and stared at the bedside table for a while.
After a long moment, he lowered his voice and said, "You can only stick and rub, but not bite."
"Yeah!" The puppy pounced, wagging its tail.
After all, Samuel was just a young dog trainer, and he didn't understand that what domestic dogs are best at is not biting, but licking.
Otherwise, why would there be the saying "licking a dog"?
…
Perhaps it was the healing properties of the saliva, but Samuel felt better. He went to the bathroom to change into his pajamas—locking a certain red-haired puppy out in the process—and then lay down on the bed, intending to chat with his puppy in a more relaxed position.
This was the only room I could relax in during the day, with its dead owner.
Thinking of this, Samuel wanted to laugh. He felt that he seemed to be walking with a ghost in some sense.
When he smiled, his eyes moved and were clear and moist, which immediately diluted the weird feeling brought by the black line.
In Arnold's eyes, there was no one more beautiful than his mother.
"Come here." Samuel patted the other half of the bed.
So Arnold jumped onto the bed, sat cross-legged on the white quilt, and looked at Samuel.
"Mother." Arnold's tone was unconsciously coquettish.
Samuel knew he was not in the right mind, but he did not bother to correct him.
"Well," Samuel asked him, "are you a vampire?"
Seeing that Arnold was still alive and kicking even with a big gash in his chest, there was no way he could be a corpse.
His face was a little pale, but far from zombie-like.
Samuel guessed that he might be a vampire, the most common surreal creature in Western settings.
Arnold thought about it and said with certainty: "It's the living dead."
Living dead?
Samuel recalled for a long time before he dug out the introduction about the living dead from the depths of his original memory.
The living dead are usually corpses that have been resurrected by magic and crawled out of their graves on their own. They do not like to eat people.
Death - being resurrected by magic - crawling out of the grave - becoming a living dead - is a complete and rigorous process, and every link is indispensable.
This means that Arnold, as a living dead, must have been resurrected by someone else. There must be someone standing in the shadows, and he may be the one who truly controls the overall situation.
And I am not much better than Arnold in the state of the living dead.
Bishop Cassius once said that he had no choice but to temporarily seal his life force and keep himself at the moment before death.
So Samuel himself is not a living person in the true sense.
The only thing that made him better than Arnold was that he was before the line of death, while Arnold was after the line of death.
The two people's fates are very different.
Samuel asked again, "Did you go anywhere else last night?"
Arnold replied, "No."
"Then do you know if there are other living dead in this town?" Samuel spoke slowly, organizing his words as he spoke, fearing that Arnold wouldn't understand. "Last night, many gold shops were robbed and a large amount of gold was stolen. I found out it wasn't done by living people."
I think he is the living dead.
If there really was someone manipulating this behind the scenes, Arnold would probably not be the only living dead person in the entire Golden Town. Perhaps Arnold was only able to move freely because he was an alchemist and was not so easy to be controlled. Samuel believed what Arnold said, that he had not been anywhere else last night.
Samuel privately believed that the puppy would not lie, and there was no need to lie - if he wanted gold, he could just go home and get it. As far as Samuel knew, there was an astonishing amount of gold in stock in the governor's palace.
"Yes, a lot. They're all over the cemetery." Arnold confessed honestly.
Because of his puppy mentality, he actually didn't want to talk to Samuel about his "kind".
The puppy hopes that he is special and that his mother will only like him and not pay attention to those living dead who look like him.
Privately, Arnold thought that the zombies were not as smart as himself. They were slow in movement and stupid in brain. Unlike him, they found the way home in one go.
But he wouldn't lie, Samuel asked, so he answered all the questions honestly.
Samuel practically gasped.
He attended Arnold's funeral.
Although Golden Town is called a town, it is actually a hub city. It belongs to one of the most developed areas in the world. It has a long history, a large permanent population, and an even larger floating population.
What does it mean to have a cemetery full of the living dead?
In other words, all those buried in the ground from ancient times to the present have been resurrected.
Maybe now, there are more zombies than living people in the Golden Town.
It would be fine if they were all ordinary people, but if there were magicians and alchemists among them, I'm afraid there would be a doomsday-like haunted scene.
Thinking of this, Samuelton felt that he was doomed - in the afternoon, under his misleading, the captain of the guard ordered the city to be sealed off.
Now I can neither go out nor come in.
There are more corpses in the town than living people. It's terrifying just thinking about it...
Samuel stared at the blinking red-haired puppy in front of him with a knife-like look.
In the afternoon, he used vague words to mislead the captain of the guard in order to protect the puppy.
Well, now we are in bigger trouble.
Mr. Hermann, whose life or death is unknown, the hypocritical butler, the eager relatives, the mysteriously resurrected Arnold and other corpses...
And the weak and pitiful me.
Samuel shed a few bitter tears for himself.
She was a weak lady from a wealthy family, and the thirteenth wife, so what could he do?
He could only hope that these things would happen one by one, otherwise, with his current strength as a fake Grand Mage, he would surely be in great trouble.
I almost forgot, there is also a clergyman.
Deep down, Samuel feared Bishop Cassius more than all the others combined.
Because of his identity as a clergyman, Samuel was very worried that Bishop Cassius would see that his soul did not belong to his body, Bai Yueguang, and in anger he would perform salvation.
After much thought, the most reliable one is the red-haired puppy in front of me.
Although it is not a serious dog, but a naughty dog like Teddy, it is honest and obedient, and can be loyal to its owner after training.
Thinking of this, Samuel's eyes softened when he looked at Arnold.
Arnold knew nothing about this.
He didn't mind Samuel treating him harshly occasionally. How could a puppy think his master was not good?
But of course it would be best if you were a little gentler.
"Arnold, you must not play with those bad zombies who steal things. Come to me at the appointed time every day."
"Um!"
"Don't let anyone know you exist."
"Um!"
Samuel was satisfied.
He reminded himself that he must go to the bookstore tomorrow and buy the most professional dog training guide.
After teasing Arnold for a while, Samuel felt sleepy again and couldn't help falling asleep again.
He asked Arnold to call him before dawn.
However, Samuel did not sleep well until dawn.
He had just fallen asleep when he was awakened by a scream that was loud enough to pierce the darkness.
Samuel's first reaction was to take Arnold back to his own room.
Sure enough, just after I told Arnold to stay in the bathroom and keep quiet, I heard hurried footsteps outside the door.
The butler knocked on the door vigorously: "Madam, are you awake? Something terrible has happened - there are corpses everywhere outside, and Bishop Cassius is waiting for you downstairs."
What? Samuel was stunned.
The living dead are coming out so soon?
And why did Bishop Cassius come to the mansion to find him so soon?
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