zombie avenue

On a not-so-busy street, a young man with ragged clothes, disheveled hair, and a dirty face walked slowly on the street. 【】If you look carefully, you will find that this beggar-like young man is Ling Fan.

Ling Fan walked on this not-so-big street, watching the people coming and going, after some inquiries, he finally found out what this place was.

This small town is called Qingping Town, and it is a remote town. There are not many people in this town, and there are not many monks. He walked around this town, but he did not see anyone from Tianlingmen. This small town is too remote.However, this small town is already close to Kaiping City, and it can be reached by bypassing a mountain range.

Kaiping City is the fortress of the Northwest Province. As long as you leave Kaiping City, you will be out of the Northwest Province. At that time, the sea will be wide enough for fishes to leap, and the sky will be high for birds to fly. It will be difficult for Tianlingmen to find him.But he knew that Kaiping City must be the focus of patrolling by Tianlingmen disciples, and it would definitely not be easy to get out.

"Gulu" Suddenly Ling Fan's stomach growled in disappointment, and he suddenly remembered that he hadn't eaten for several days. Although he was a cultivator, he was still far from the realm of not eating grains.It's okay when I'm practicing, I don't feel hungry yet, but now that I'm free, the hunger suddenly strikes me.

Walking on the street while hungry, suddenly a fragrant smell wafted from the tip of his nose, Ling Fan sniffed the scent, and took a look, it turned out to be pork buns.

Looking at the steaming pork buns with burning eyes, Ling Fan swallowed unconsciously, but he seemed to be short of money all over his body, he had no money at all, and he didn't seem to have anything valuable on him, The ring on it can't be used as a pork bun.

"Alas," Ling Fan shook his head and sighed, "I think I'm a dignified cultivator, and now I'm in such a state of desperation that I can't even afford a pork bun." The more Ling Fan thought about it, the more depressed he became. He was a poor monk. He had some gold coins on him, but he didn't know whether the gold coins were dropped in the river or during the battle.

"Forget it, leave it, how can I say that I am also a cultivator, so I can't be so worthless." Ling Fan swallowed the steaming pork buns, swallowing saliva continuously.

"Gulu" but his stomach kept screaming in spite of himself, and when his stomach lost his temper, he couldn't do anything about it.He squinted at the people coming and going around, and thought like a thief: "These are ordinary people. I will take them and run away. They will definitely not be able to catch up. No, I am a monk, although He's not a righteous hero, but he can't bend his waist for a pork bun, and he can't even snatch ordinary people's things for the sake of appetite!"

Ling Fan here is still engaged in an intense ideological struggle, while the thick-eyed young man selling pork buns over there seemed to be in Ling Fan's embarrassment, and shouted: "Hey, little beggar, are you hungry, are you hungry?" Come and eat."

Hearing the young man's shout, Ling Fan was stunned for a moment, then looked at the young man with some doubts, the young man seemed to see the doubt in Ling Fan's eyes, and continued, "Little beggar, I am calling you, come quickly."

Ling Fan walked over in a daze, wondering when did he become a beggar?Anyway, I am also a majestic cultivator, isn't it because my whole body is overflowing with aura?Then something suddenly occurred to me, and my whole body felt relieved. At this moment, there was a hole in my clothes, and there was a hole there. I couldn’t use clothes to describe it. My hands and feet were also dirty, muddy and unkempt. No wonder it is mistaken for a beggar by others.Forget it, beggars are just beggars, and now there are pork buns to eat.

"Hehe, little brother is hungry, come, eat a pork bun." The young man smiled heartily, and took out a steaming pork bun from the steamer and gave it to Ling Fan.

"Uncle, but I have no money." Ling Fan said.

"Hehe, it's okay, no one has a down-and-out time. You haven't eaten for a few days like this, and it's hard for you as a child."

"I'm not young anymore, I'm already eighteen." Ling Fan said.

"Eighteen is not a brat in my eyes, eat it while it's hot, it'll get cold later."

"En..." Ling Fan didn't chew the buns, but ate the buns slowly. Hearing the young man's words, his eyes turned red, and he felt like crying.This may be the first person other than his master to be so kind to him. He knows that this kindness has no utilitarian intentions and is completely from the heart. "Taoists cultivate the Tao every day, but they are all greedy for profit. Cultivating the Tao? Hehe, they are not as good as ordinary people in the mortal world. The Tao is no longer there, and what they pursue is strength." Ling Fan laughed at himself in his heart, and no longer Thinking about these things, but eating the steamed stuffed bun earnestly, savoring its various flavors.

"Is the little brother alone?" asked the young man.

"Well, my parents died since I was a child, and I have been staying at my uncle's house since I was a child. This time I came out to offer incense to my parents, but I met robbers on the way, who robbed me of my money and left me with my life. , That’s why it’s like this now.” Ling Fan didn’t deceive this young man sincerely, ordinary people in the world of ascetics are not qualified to participate, telling the young man truthfully will only disturb his peaceful life.

"Oh, the robbers are becoming more and more outrageous nowadays, and they don't even let the children go." The young man sighed softly, and looked up at the setting sun on the western mountain: "Little brother, it's getting dark, I have to close the stall, you Eat another one, it's not easy for you." The young man then took a pork bun and said to Ling Fan.

Ling Fan didn't refuse, took it over and thanked him, "Thank you, Uncle."

The young man didn't say anything, he started to clean up the stall, and said while cleaning up: "Little brother, you have to be careful at night, I heard that Qingping Town is not peaceful recently, there are strange things, and several people have died in the town."

"What strange thing?" Ling Fan asked suspiciously.

"I don't know exactly what it is. Anyway, several people died in the town a while ago, and they all died strangely outside at night. Now the town is in panic, and no one dares to come out at night. You Also pay attention, there is a temple not far from Qingping Town, you can go there to rest at night, don't wander around outside." Nian reminded.

"Well, thank you uncle, I will pay attention."

"Okay, I'm leaving first, you should be careful." After the young man cleaned up, he picked up the steamer and finally urged.

Ling Fan nodded, didn't say anything, and kept watching the young man's figure drifting away until he finally disappeared from sight.

At the same time, Ling Fan also saw that the number of people in the town became less and less, and many people began to go home one after another, closing their doors tightly, and suddenly there was a feeling of depression on the street.