Daughter-in-law

Chapter 113 Temptation
In the dark night, being hugged tightly by a corpse, especially the strength of that corpse, Duanmuqing couldn't break free at all, his hands kept struggling, trying to break those two arms apart. Arms like pincers.

But those two arms are like real iron tongs, at least Duanmuqing can't get rid of it.

The tingling sensation came from the neck, making Duanmuqing frown involuntarily.
At this time, the old Taoist came over with two shovels, and Duanmuqing stretched out his arms to get rid of the control of the corpse. From the perspective of the old Taoist, Duanmuqing and the corpse were hugging each other tightly.

"What the hell are you doing!" The old Taoist looked at the scene in front of him, felt that his three views were shattered, and finally couldn't help shouting out.

The old man's voice sounded, the corpse seemed to exhaust the last bit of strength in the body, and fell to the ground again with a plop, leaving only Duanmu sitting quietly on the ground.

"What were you doing just now, it's disgusting!"

The old man walked to the side and attacked Duanmuqing with vicious words.

In the impression of the old man, this sissy guy would definitely jump up and spray himself with saliva, and then scold himself severely. The old man is already familiar with this set of procedures, so he has long been prepared.

But to his surprise, that sissy was still sitting on the ground, completely motionless.

The old man was a little dazed with two shovels in his hand. He didn't know what this sissy was doing, so he raised his foot and gave Duanmuqing a light kick, and shouted, "Hey, what the hell is wrong with you!"

Being kicked by the old man, Duanmuqing finally came to his senses, but he didn't say much, he just covered his neck with his hand, jumped up and pointed at the old man's nose and cursed loudly: "I'm thinking about life, can't you?" ,none of your business!"

Although he was sprayed, the old man didn't get angry, instead he felt comfortable all over. This is a sissy way of doing it. If Duanmuqing didn't spray him just now, the old man would feel that something is wrong.

"Hurry up and dig a hole, stop the fucking nonsense!" Duanmuqing walked aside, clutching his neck.

The old Taoist took the shovel and walked aside cursing. Although he had a lot of opinions on Duanmuqing in his heart, the old Taoist had a clear view of himself. But the old man didn't say much, he just took the shovel and started digging holes on the ground.

Duanmuqing sat on the ground with his neck clutched at the side. The wound on his neck bitten by that thing felt a little tingling. The most important thing was that there were streaks of cold breath continuously seeping into his body from the wound.

Duanmuqing is a mortician, no one knows better than him the consequences of being bitten by a zombie.

The old Taoist next to him was desperately wielding his shovel to dig a hole, and soon he was sweating.

Although the old man kept scolding that sissy in his heart, he didn't dare to have any opinions on the surface, because that sissy was really difficult to deal with.

The old man kept digging holes, and the sweat kept rolling off his head. Duanmuqing looked at the old man, smelled the smell of flesh and blood on his body, and couldn't help licking his lips. The smell of flesh and blood was really the biggest temptation.

The old man kept digging, the sweat on his body became more and more intense, his flesh and blood boiled even more intensely, and the smell of flesh and blood became more and more difficult for Duanmuqing to resist.

Finally, Duanmuqing couldn't bear it anymore, stood up, and hugged the old man.

The old Taoist who was swinging the shovel was stunned for a moment, and slowly turned his head.

The cold sweat on the old Daoist's head immediately fell, more than the one from digging a hole just now.

"Brother, big brother, what are you doing?"

Duanmuqing took a deep breath, enjoying the smell of living blood.

But after a while, Duanmuqing couldn't help but frowned, because in addition to the tempting smell of blood, he also smelled a bad smell, which was the smell of feet, mixed with a faint smell of urine Smell.

Duanmuqing was a bit of a clean freak, and when he smelled this smell, he finally couldn't bear it anymore, his throat moved, and he tried not to spit it out.

Duanmuqing sat back on the ground again, panting heavily.

Why do I have the desire to suck blood? Is it possible that I have really become a zombie now?
Sitting on the ground, Duanmuqing covered his neck with his hands, frowning tightly.

The old Taoist next to him was standing in the hole he dug, completely stunned. The night wind blew past, and the old Taoist couldn't help shivering, and then his ass tightened. He swallowed hard and turned his head to look at the ground. Duanmuqing.

The old Taoist turned around, not daring to turn his back on Duanmuqing, swung the shovel vigorously, and kept digging on the ground.

At this time, Duanmuqing suddenly raised his head, looked at the sweaty old man, and showed a faint smile.

(End of this chapter)