Confession: I am a fat otaku. Why am I crying when a monster comes?

The night before the rain, the night before the rain.

The Jiangpan community had a rare peaceful night.

Because almost all the ghosts in the community were killed by Chen Qingkeng.

Nowadays, there is no distinction between day and night, but the habits formed over decades will not change overnight.

At seven or eight o'clock, everyone woke up one after another.

Uncle Xia started to listen to the audio novel very skillfully, speaking at three times the speed, and normal people could not hear it clearly.

There was no signal on the TV, and Hou Gang's eyes were dark, obviously he did not sleep well.

Even though it was very quiet last night, I woke up seven or eight times.

Li Qi made breakfast, and after everyone ate together, Hou Gang spoke:

"Chen Qing, our family really owes you a great favor. Now the ghosts seem to be a little quieter, so we shouldn't disturb them anymore."

"Uncle, Monkey and I are lifelong friends, and you are being polite."

"But it's always inconvenient..."

"Okay, then be careful, no matter who it is, don't open the door."

Monkey was reluctant to leave: "It's still more comfortable here... Why didn't I think of setting up an entertainment room?"

"Take one away."

"Are you serious? Godfather!" Monkey was overjoyed.

Soon, Monkey really took away a computer.

Chen Qing's storage space is 150PB, or 150,000TP, but it's a pity that he has built a NAS and can't split a part for him.

But he also copied more than 30 games, which is enough to play for a few months.

Monkey's safe house has anti-ghost function, and ordinary ghosts can't get in. In addition, Monkey's own strength and tomb-guarding beast.

Don't worry too much about safety.

In the same community, Hong Jian and Huang Xue's faces were red and swollen.

After being beaten by Chen Qing, the two realized something and gritted their teeth to take care of Hong Ya's funeral.

In fact... it was just burning.

The two felt that they were strong enough, but the moment the fire spread to the corpse...

Hong Jian rolled on the ground, crying heartbreakingly.

Huang Xue even wanted to dig out the fire, but was stopped by Ji Luo.

Whether it is a funeral home or a minority that practices cremation. Relatives are never allowed to be present.

When the corpse is there, it feels like the "person" is still there.

Once the fire is over, you will never see it again in this life. The pain of tearing your heart in half is not something a person can bear.

And piles of fire rose up.

Some families were wiped out and were randomly pulled together and burned.

The whole community was filled with a strange smell of burning.

There were cries everywhere.

According to rough statistics, 30% of the deaths occurred in the past day.

According to Chen Qing's estimate, the death toll on the first day was at least half.

However, the abandoned baby tower pit killed almost all the wandering souls and indirectly saved hundreds of people.

The official phone has been unreachable, and there are a terrifying number of ghosts roaming the streets.

Ji Luo directed everyone to start building the wall.

The materials had been prepared long ago, and they were prefabricated boards with mortise and tenon structures.

Everyone was very fast, and they built a two-meter-high wall in one afternoon.

Ji Luo once again directed everyone to the riverside to raise the low wall.

Huang Xue and Hong Jian were at home.

In front of the two were the hamsters raised by Hong Ya. The two hamsters inside were struggling. The sound was not loud, but it was extremely shrill.

Hong Jian's eyes were grim: "It is indeed poisonous! Chen Qing did not lie to us!"

Huang Xue was in a state of dismay, and her eyes were fixed wherever they moved.

"Xiaoxue!!"

"Cheer up! We want to avenge our daughter!"

Huang Xue looked up blankly, but her eyes, which had been swollen from crying, could no longer shed tears.

"Come on! Come on!" Hong Jian shook her and sighed.

Came to the kitchen to get busy.

Halfway through, Huang Xue also joined in.

At 7pm, Chen Kun, who was busy and exhausted, received a call from Hong Jian:

"Xiao Kun, thank you for helping Xiao Ya so much. We have made a meal. Please come over."

"Uncle, no, I'm too busy here. I really can't spare the time."

"People are made of iron and steel. You have to eat a full stomach to defend your homeland. And your aunt spent three hours cooking to thank you. You should come over and have a hot meal."

"This..."

Chen Kun hesitated for a moment and agreed.

What Hong Jian and his wife didn't expect was that Chen Kun came with Ji Luo.

It was hard to say anything, so they welcomed both of them in.

"Uncle, what happened to your face?"

"I ran into a ghost in the neighborhood and got hurt. It's so tall and big, a bit like a toad."

"Oh, it's a toilet ghost. Be careful of the wound, it will get inflamed."

Chen Kun no longer doubted.

"Have a drink,

The community will still rely on you two in the future."

Hong Jian took out his treasured wine and filled the glasses for the two.

Seeing that the two were about to refuse, Hong Jian said solemnly: "You have always taken care of Xiaoya. This cup is for you on behalf of Xiaoya."

The two looked at each other and couldn't refuse anymore, so they drank it with gritted teeth.

They had drunk beer before, but the white wine was too strong, and they both grimaced when they drank it.

Then, Hong Jian filled two more glasses:

"In ancient times, this cup was a consolation wine! It represents the recognition of the parents and officials! We have seen the contributions you two have made to our community."

Chen Kun wanted to refuse, but Ji Luo immediately raised his glass.

These two sentences touched his heart!

Now he feels that he is even worthy of the words "devoting all his efforts".

"Uncle, I'll drink this cup! "

Ji Luo drank, so Chen Kun had to follow.

In terms of strength, Ji Luo can beat a whole platoon of Hong Jian.

But how can the two be Hong Jian's opponents?

Hong Jian has such a big belly, and not a pound of meat is grown in vain.

Soon, Hong Jian touched Ji Luo's vital point: "Some people are still talking nonsense, but they don't know what you have paid. I really feel sorry for you."

Ji Luo sighed, raised his glass again, and drank it all.

At this moment, he was a little tongue-tied, "Shu Shu... I..., I won't say anything, it's all in the wine!"

Chen Kun had consciously refused, but Hong Jian frowned: "Do you think Hong Ya is gone, and you look down on me, an old man with no descendants?"

"What are you talking about!"

This is a bit serious, Chen Kun immediately raised his glass: "I said the wrong thing, please don't blame me, uncle."

"Then it should be... three cups! "Ji Luo pointed out three fingers.

Chen Kun frowned and drank three cups.

After drinking one cup after another, the two of them sat a little crooked.

Hong Jian felt that it was almost enough, but for safety, he was still urging them to drink.

The two refused, and with a sentence "You look down on me", the two of them drank again.

Huang Xue, who had been hiding, slowly opened the bedroom door.

She couldn't control her emotions, and was afraid of ruining things, so she kept hiding, and finally showed up now.

The boning knife emitted a cold light, and walked towards Chen Kun step by step.

Chen Kun was already drunk.

He was mumbling something.

Huang Xue's face flushed, her heart almost jumped out of her throat, the boning knife was shaking violently, and she could hardly hold the knife.

Hong Jian stepped forward and grabbed the knife.

He also drank some, but he kept control and was still able to move.

The knife was raised high!

Puff!

The knife was inserted heavily into the heart!

But Hong Jian obviously underestimated the hardness of the sternum. The knife was only inserted about an inch. He wanted to pull it out and stab it again, but it was stuck tightly on the sternum.

"Ah!!! "

Chen Kun screamed and kicked hard subconsciously.

Bang!

Hong Jian's body flew backwards and hit the table full of food and wine.

There was a lot of banging and crashing sounds, and more than half of the plates and bottles were broken.

Ji Luo woke up suddenly, shook his head, and looked at everything in front of him with hazy eyes.

Chen Kun's chest was bleeding heavily, and he was half awake.

"I will kill you! !" Huang Xue shouted, took out a kitchen knife, and chopped it down heavily.

Chen Kun dodged suddenly and punched Huang Xue's nipples heavily.

Huang Xue's body flew backwards, hit the wall, and slowly fell down.

Chen Kun looked at the knife stuck in his chest in disbelief, his mind was in a mess: "Why?"

"Are you... crazy! ! Are you crazy! ! "

With a thought, the ghost appeared on her body.

Chen Kun walked over, grabbed Huang Xue's neck, and slowly lifted her up.

"You bitch, you are fucking tired of living!"

He gradually exerted force with both hands, and Huang Xue's face immediately turned red.

She didn't even let go of the kitchen knife, and chopped it heavily on Chen Kun's shoulder.

However, the ghost possessed her, and it was like chopping on some hard wood, and it couldn't break the skin at all.

Huang Xue was desperate.

Without Hong Ya, she didn't want to live a long time ago.

Fortunately, the great revenge was avenged.

Perhaps to vent her anger, or perhaps to die faster.

She used her last strength and chopped Chen Kun's face weakly.

Chen Kun's eyes condensed, He grabbed the knife and dropped it heavily!

Puff!

Most of the kitchen knife was buried in Huang Xue's chest.

"Ah..."

Huang Xue opened her mouth wide, and the strength in her body was rapidly draining away.

Clang!

A frying pan hit Chen Kun's head heavily.

Chen Kun threw Huang Xue aside and slowly turned around.

Clang!

Another sound.

Clang!

Clang!

Chen Kun didn't want to ask why anymore.

The frying pan fell again, but it was fixed in mid-air.

Hong Jian's fist was crushed bit by bit.

.

Then, Chen Kun gently took the pan... and slapped it hard on Hong Jian's face!

Bang!

Blood splattered.

The pan had a big dent.

Hong Jian's face... was shattered.

The huge figure fell down with a bang.

Huang Xue struggled, trying to crawl over and hold her husband's hand, but every move was so laborious, and the two-meter distance seemed as far away as the horizon.

Her eyes gradually darkened.

She tried to move forward and finally touched a rough, thick hand.

All Huang Xue's strength was exhausted.

She held the hand tightly.

And the hand also held her tightly.

Never move again.