Chapter 14 Transmigration: He seemed to feel warmth.
The three little ones had been playing too wildly.
When the Suanni was running wildly, it lost control and actually crashed into the "cliff" on one side of the valley, causing it to collapse.
In an instant, a vast expanse of white sand rushed down, burying most of the valley floor.
Even if the little zombie's mind hadn't fully recovered, it knew something was wrong when it saw the dark vortex in front of it.
His first instinct was to look for the system, but he only realized it wasn't there after he had already uttered the word "system," and he just stood there blankly.
The Suanni glanced at the little zombie, then slowly lay down on the ground.
"Ugh, I'm so tired," he drawled. "I'm going to sleep. Go away and don't bother me."
The Taotie realized something and immediately placed its thin, stick-like claws on the little zombie's hand: "Awoo..."
"Dog?"
The Taotie let out a small howl and looked in the direction the little zombie was facing away. Seeing that the little zombie was not moving, it rubbed its big head against the other's fingers, looking pitiful.
The Taotie only stopped howling after the little zombie finally picked it up and walked away.
The little zombie's brain is different from that of a living person; it can only focus on one thing at a time. With his attention diverted by the gluttonous beast, he had no time to think about the broadcast and the vortex.
However, just as his figure was obscured by the red mist, Suanni stood up, kicked off with his hind legs, and leaped towards the vortex, disappearing without a trace.
A few seconds later, a voice came from afar: "Awoo awoo!"
The blood mist seemed to be stirred up by something. Suddenly, a figure emerged from behind the mist and crashed straight into the vortex.
The red mist in the space gradually subsided, and silence returned.
The little zombie felt a sudden darkness followed by a flash of light, and then a "thump" sounded in its ear, followed by a muffled voice from afar.
"Someone fell down!"
No zombie can swim, but they can't drown either. He looked down and saw Taotie not nervous at all, still clinging to him, and even had time to lick his face.
So the little zombie stopped worrying and relaxed his body as usual, letting himself sink. But suddenly, a shadow appeared in his field of vision.
The shadow wasn't moving fast, and it was even swayed slightly by the current, but after regaining its balance, it swam towards him again with unwavering determination.
That was a human being, a strong human being.
The little zombie immediately tensed up.
When the person rushed over and tried to grab his hand, the little zombie immediately dodged backward. However, since it was in the water, his range of motion was limited, and his dodging posture was mistaken by the other person as a struggle while drowning.
In a few quick movements, the little zombie's hands and feet were restrained, and it was then quickly carried ashore.
Just as the little zombie was about to run away, a little girl approached and asked, "Are you alright?"
She wore a little jacket trimmed with white velvet, and had two pigtails decorated with red ribbon bows. Her round face had rosy cheeks and clear eyes.
This was the first time the little zombie had ever seen a human like this. His still-recovering brain was stuck, and he even forgot to run away.
The girl noticed what the little zombie was holding and exclaimed in surprise, "Oh! You're all soaking wet! You'll get sick!"
There was a sound of water behind him, and then something surrounded him. The little zombie felt his vision suddenly rise, and when he came to his senses, he realized that he had been picked up and was wrapped in a thick coat.
The man with wet hair held him in one arm and the little girl in the other: "Oh dear, this is freezing! Quick, quick, let's go back to the stove."
The little girl hugged the man's neck and giggled, "Daddy, run!"
It wasn't until he saw the scenery rushing past him and heard the girl and man laughing that the little zombie suddenly felt like he was in a wonderland.
He very, very carefully curled up his feet, his fingers gently gripping the thick coat he was wearing.
As soon as they entered the house, a woman with her hair in a simple bun led them into the inner room. She first took away the wet clothes from the little zombie, changed the blanket around him, and then came back in a short while later, carrying a small pot and three bowls.
"Drink it quickly, or you'll suffer if you get sick!"
She had a stern face, but her movements as she blew on the scalding hot ginger soup were careful and gentle.
However, the little zombie didn't even know what the pronunciation of "drink" meant.
He watched the man's actions beside him, then looked at the small bowl in his hand, and carefully held the bowl, curling up into a ball and remaining motionless.
The woman quickly exchanged a glance with her husband, then lowered her eyes.
The little zombie is quite different from a real human. Its slow and dull reaction can be attributed to a child's poor brain development, but its bluish-gray skin looks strange no matter how you look at it.
But neither the couple nor their daughter mentioned any of these strange occurrences. They were only slightly taken aback when they saw the Taotie retracting its head, showing no sign of fear whatsoever.
Only after the woman had changed the little zombie's clothes and was wiping the Taotie's fur did she casually ask, "Whose child are you? How did you fall into the river?"
The little zombie stared at her intently for a while before letting out a soft "woof".
The woman was stunned for a moment when she saw this, then frowned and cursed through gritted teeth: "These beasts!"
At dinner, the little zombie's obvious inability to use chopsticks made the woman feel uneasy again, but she quickly composed herself, brought over another bowl, and said gently, "It's alright, have some porridge first. Come on, child, open your mouth, ah..."
She wasn't afraid of the little zombie at all, and even when those gloomy eyes stared at her, her expression remained gentle.
When the little zombie finally opened its mouth slightly, mimicking her gesture, the woman's eyes welled up with tears: "Good, good..."
She looked at the little zombie as if it were her beloved child.
It was getting late. The woman tucked the two children into the blankets, made sure the corners were secure, then turned off the lights and went out.
The girl fell asleep quickly, while the little zombie, who had no need for sleep, just lay there with his eyes open.
Taotie was placed on a futon at the foot of the bed. After the surroundings quieted down, Taotie quietly crawled to the little zombie's hand, popped its head out, and rubbed its face against the little zombie's bluish-gray fingers.
It's late at night, and it's winter now, so the whole world seems unusually quiet.
The little zombie stroked the Taotie's fur, listening to the murmuring of the river in the distance.
"See? I told you they wouldn't stop!"
The little zombie and the glutton both turned their heads and stared in the direction from which the sound came.
The woman's voice continued, "I really don't know if there's any law left in this world, or if Heaven has gone blind!"
The man didn't speak, but the little zombie could hear his sighs growing heavier with each one.
The next morning, the little zombie was dressed in a thick set of clothes by the woman, and when she was led to the stove, a hot baked bun was stuffed into her hand.
The woman said gently, "Come on, try it. This is what your aunt just made."
Because she was close and looked closely, the little zombie suddenly noticed that she was different from yesterday; her eyelids were swollen and her eye sockets were red.
The girl, who was led to the kitchen, sat on a small stool and nibbled on a baked bun. When she went to get some water, she noticed that the little zombie sitting next to her was just staring blankly at what it was holding.
She thought for a moment, then raised her arm and waved it in front of the little zombie.
When the little zombie looked over, she slowly brought the remaining baked bun to her mouth, took a bite, and whispered, "Eat it like this."
The little zombie tried to imitate her, but he still couldn't understand what chewing was, so he just copied the girl's actions, moved his mouth a few times, and tried to swallow the baked bun.
And sure enough, he choked.
Although zombies don't need to breathe and choking won't cause any problems, for some reason, the little zombie actually felt a foreign object in its throat.
This was the first time he had ever felt this way, and he was terrified.
The little zombie immediately threw away the baked bun and grabbed at his own neck. After realizing that scratching was useless, he tensed his arms even more.
The little zombie moved so fast that the girl was startled. When the absent-minded woman noticed the movement behind her, she turned around and saw the little zombie preparing to tear open its own throat.
The woman's expression immediately changed. She quickly grabbed the little zombie's wrist, but the little zombie was too strong and she couldn't pull it away at all.
She could only hold the little zombie tightly with one arm, keeping him close to her, and hold a bowl to his mouth: "Don't be afraid, child, don't be afraid, just drink some water."
Her voice was hoarse, and she was almost crying.
The little zombie looked at her, and for some reason he himself didn't understand, he actually let go of her hand.
He had eaten porridge yesterday, so drinking water wasn't difficult for him now. After he swallowed the piece of bread and finally got rid of the foreign feeling, the woman straightened his collar.
A cute white fuzzy collar perfectly concealed the dense, old scars on the little zombie's neck.
The woman settled him in a chair and went back to the stove to add firewood and water. With her two children on her back, she quietly wiped her eyes.
The room was quiet for a moment, so quiet that only the crackling of the firewood could be heard.
A whispered voice sounded in the little zombie's ear: "I'm sorry."
The little zombie turned its head and saw the girl.
He had learned the meaning of the word, but he didn't understand why the girl said it that way.
"I didn't mean to scare you with the steamed buns..." The girl felt extremely guilty, her hands clasped tightly together until her knuckles turned white.
After a while, the little zombie finally understood that the other person was apologizing for his injury. He quickly shook his head, pointed to his neck, and stretched his arms and legs.
Seeing how hard he was trying to prove he was alright, the girl finally smiled. Her smile revealed two rows of small white teeth, and you could clearly see the missing piece in one of them.
She squeezed the little zombie's hand and whispered as if telling a secret, "Then we're good friends."
The stove was burning brightly, and the temperature gradually rose, making the whole house warm.
The Taotie turned halfway around and changed direction to warm itself by the fire.
The girl ran over and said something to the woman, which soon made her mother happy. They laughed and spoke very softly, as softly as the snoring of a glutton.
The little zombie stared at its palm, remaining motionless for a long time.
Even though zombies are supposed to be unconscious, in that instant, the little zombie seemed to feel warmth.
At night, the little zombie was trying to close his eyes like a human, but suddenly, his ears twitched and he sat up without making a sound.
A few minutes later, hurried footsteps burst into the house.
"Quick! Wake the two children up! Something's happened!"
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