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Li Zeming followed the man all the way to a villa, and there was a row of small houses behind him.

"Come here, chirping, hurry up."

From far away, I heard a male voice calling for this villager.

Li Zeming hid in the grass next to the villa and looked over and found that it was the village chief.

Why does the voice of the village chief sound a little different from usual?
Blame the young ones.

The villager walked faster when he heard the village head's urging, and he was in front of him soon.

The village chief sighed, "Hey, it's going to be repaired again. Didn't I tell you to be careful when using it? Really, I'm so busy every day." I have to serve the group of people from outside again. Serve these zombies.

"Go in." He said, pointing to the row of small rooms behind him.

The villagers honestly entered one of the houses.

Afterwards, the village chief followed suit.

Fix things, fix what?
He had previously thought that the people on this island were very strange. On a hot day, everyone was wearing a mask, and they were not too hot.

Li Zeming looked around to make sure there was no one there, and followed curiously.

He moved his broad body carefully and shrank under the window.

"Take off your clothes and lie down." The village head's voice came from inside.

Does the village chief still have this habit?
Li Zeming couldn't help being a little surprised. Before he could recover, he heard the village chief scold him angrily.

"What's the matter, you can't even take off your clothes? Didn't I teach you before?"

"Come here, I'll help you take off."

Li Zeming's face was red listening outside, and he carefully looked into the window sill.

He narrowed his eyes guiltily.

Then I saw the village chief taking off the villager's clothes one by one.

Li Zeming swallowed nervously.

It was the first time he saw this scene, and it was a bit exciting.

But as the villagers' clothes were taken off one by one, his blushing face turned pale little by little.

His eyes were as big as copper bells, and he looked at the scene in the house in shock.

The villager's body was covered with scars stitched by needlework.

After the villagers took off their masks, he couldn't even stand still. He held onto the wall with both hands and barely fell to the ground.

He saw that the villager was covered with scars not only on his body, but also on his face. What was even more frightening was that his mouth was tightly sewn shut with needles and threads.

The seams are tight.

Oh my God.

Without a mouth, how does he usually eat?

Soon, this question was solved by the village head inside the house.

He took a pair of scissors and cut the thread from his mouth.

"It's almost smelly, don't let those people find out that you are all dead, that will be bad." He said, and took out a pill from a bottle on the table beside him.

Pass it to the villagers' mouths, "Ah, open your mouth."

The villagers opened their mouths obediently, and the village chief stretched out two slender fingers to take out a pill that was already small from the mouth of the villager lying on the bed, and then stuffed a new pill into it, finally satisfied After patting his face, the villager's mouth closed again.

Immediately afterwards, he took a slender silver needle from the table, threaded it on, and sewed again to the villager's mouth.

There is no anesthesia and no pain relievers.

But the villager seemed unconscious and didn't even hum.

Thinking of the village chief's mention of "dead people" just now, he became even more nervous.

It turned out that this dead person was really a dead person, he just thought it was a curse.

After the village chief sewed up the mouth, he began to check other parts and began to make repairs.

The more he worked, the more impatient he became, and he said angrily, "It's really a bunch of dead people, they won't even cry out in pain." As he spoke, the strength in his hand became a little stronger.

"It's not like those people from outside, they are really young and beautiful, and they speak nicely, except for that fat man." Thinking of that lazy and fat man, the village chief complained dissatisfied.

"At first, I thought there was another good source material, but it turned out that there is such a heavy fat man. It is hard enough for you to manipulate it like this. He is completely useless as a source material. It is a waste of my saliva, and I went to see the cliff with him. "

As he said that, he suddenly had a burst of joy to himself, and he began to laugh.

"I'm really curious, what would that fat man look like if he knew that the food I gave him was full of maggots, hahaha, just thinking about it makes me happy."

The meals he arranged for those people were all worms, and if he met someone who was particularly annoying, he would feed them maggots.

Li Zeming outside the window had changed from a pale face to a livid face. He covered his mouth to prevent himself from retching.

I really want to rush in and strangle this damned village chief.

How dare you feed him maggots.

Just thinking about how to kill the village chief, he heard his voice coming from inside again.

"That fat man talked so much nonsense today, asking all kinds of questions. The people who came before didn't have as many questions as them. It's really annoying. Let him eat shit at noon today."

After speaking, he hummed triumphantly.

Li Zeming felt that he couldn't bear it at this moment, and he was going to tell everyone the true face of the village chief and the people on this island.

Indulging in anger, he didn't notice a figure approaching quietly behind him at all.

Suddenly, Li Zeming felt someone patting him behind him.

It's a very mechanical beating.

He turned his head reflexively, wanting to say don't bother him.

But when he saw the person behind him, he froze.

It's the villagers!
It's just strange that the villager still patted him mechanically as if he didn't see him.

What Li Zeming didn't know was that the villager was like a robot when he didn't receive instructions, he could only call the police, but he couldn't make a sound.

In a panic, he pushed away the villagers who were still patting him, and ran away.

However, the movement was so loud that it also alarmed the people in the room.

The village chief quickly opened the door and saw the villagers lying on the ground.

"What's going on?" he asked angrily.

Why didn't any of these zombies let him worry, either the wound was opened and he needed to mend it, or they didn't understand the instructions and executed them randomly, and now they can still walk and fall to the ground.

He kicked up angrily.

Then I saw the villagers who fell on the ground raise a finger with difficulty to point in the direction of Li Zeming's escape.

The village head followed his fingers and saw a fat figure running forward with great effort.

"Why didn't you say it earlier." Angrily, he kicked the villager again, and after a flash, he quickly chased after him.

Hearing the voice behind him, Li Zeming ran in fear. While running, he turned his head to look, only to see the village chief chasing after him aggressively.

how so fast?
Seeing that he was about to be overtaken, he slipped nervously and accidentally fell to the ground.

He hurriedly wanted to get up, hurried back to the previous villa, and told other people about it, so that there were more people to deal with the village chief.

As a result, when he raised his head again, he saw the village head standing in front of him.

It’s over.

In his next life, he must be a thin man.

"Run, why don't you run away?" The village head's joking voice sounded above his head.

the liver is over