In the uninhabited Ali area, this lonely shop is actually not a few.Most of them serve long-distance travelers and nearby construction sites.

Of course, because the emperor is far away, some black shops are inevitable.

The black shop here is not the kind of water turbidity that chops people into adult meat buns, but a kind of shop that uses high prices to kill customers.Often a bun can sell for 100 yuan, a plate of the simplest green pepper potato silk, with you to 380.If a traveler from afar enters the black shop by mistake, he can't die, but he can break some money.

But he said that the corpse was swaggering out of the car and pulled me into the store to sit down.The shopkeeper was a big fat man surrounded by scarves, tall and strong, and he smiled at the flesh on his face trembling, very warmly greeting us to eat something.

Say it and bring a menu.I only saw this menu at a glance, this shop is what I said before the black shop.

Because there is only a name on the menu, there is no price.In this way, it is better to kill the guests and be reasonable and strong, so as not to be caught.

I have the intention to find trouble for the corpse, reach out and tear off the menu, and then hand half of it to the store owner, saying, "Let's eat less today, let's take half of it."

Although it is a small wilderness shop, there are at least a dozen dishes on the half-section menu.The owner of the shop stopped at the time, I think he had never seen me order like this.

I patted the table and said, “What?Afraid we can’t afford to pay?”

As the saying goes, the hotel is not afraid of the big belly.This boss in this shop for the slaughterer, since there is a wrong head to the door, do not kill a knife is really not worthy of their own career.

At that moment, the boss quickly agreed, and then sent the half-piece to the kitchen.

I quietly looked at the corpse, and found that the goods did not have half an opinion on my own, but also asked the fat boss for a bottle of wine.

The act of drinking makes me feel strange, because like him, who often deals with corpses, the most annoying thing about the gloomy people is spirits.In contrast, they prefer the underground river water that does not see the sky all year round, and a drink made from caries oil.

Drinking doesn’t exist!

The fat boss cheerfully sent a pot of wine, the kind of vinegar plastic pot, inside is the water of the barley wine.The barley wine was originally very light to the water, and there was still residual vinegar in the plastic pot, the two were poured together, and the taste was strange.

But the dead man said nothing, he took the bottle, took it from the belly position, took out a yellow pill, and threw it in with a grunt.

But it is said that the belly of the corpse is like the omnipotent pocket of Doraemon, almost anything you want.This also let me pay special attention to the belly of the corpse, first to see if the belly is empty.As a result, I looked at him a few times, and when he was long ago, he glared at me and said, “Look at your ass!”

I was happy at the moment, I was looking at him, but he said I was looking at my ass, is it not the body that is long live himself to say that he is a bullshit?

To say that I am also very boring, since I can't fight on the fist foot, it is natural to be cheap in the mouth.So I smiled, not breaking his words, but focusing on the little yellow pill.

I said, “It’s disgusting, it’s poison, isn’t it?”

Long live the corpse, snoring, saying: "It is poison for the living, but it is a great supplement to the dead."I'm going to take this treat an old friend, if you dare to talk more, I'll let the colorful silkworms drill into your head, do you hear?"

He said, shaking the inferior barley wine, and soon the yellow pill was incorporated into the barley wine.

Strange to say, the quality of this barley wine is actually very general, can be integrated into this yellow pill, but the wine has become mellow and fragrant, and even I, a person who does not drink a lot, wants to taste it.

But remember the long-suffering of the corpse that this thing is poison to the living, and I still restrained not to think about it, even lighten the breath, for fear of inhaling some poison gas.

I don't know who the dead man got such a pot of wine to entertain, if it is his old friend, it is really great, that it must not be an immortal who has lived for hundreds of years.

But are there only five undead in the world recorded?Where did so many old and undead people come from?

Because there are no other guests in the Wilderness store, the kitchen is fast on the dishes.The kitchen should be a Sichuanese, what sharp pepper beef, boiled meat, husband and wife lung, messy full of a table, but the name of the dish sounds good, you can see the burned out of the dish charred yellow, know the craft of the cook is not good.

Because I ordered a lot of food, our table was full, and the fat boss pulled over another table to fit it.

These more than 20 dishes are hard to make, and the first dishes are cold, and the cook in the back kitchen is still busy.At this time, the sky outside was completely dark, and only the cold wind on the plateau blew through.

Long live the corpse sitting in front of the table, looking solemn, and do not know what to think.Because I have slitting bone meal, my body is sour and soft, and my spirit is not very good.Plus it's a little hungry, just secretly holding a pot of boiled meat slices and eat it.

Long live the corpse and don't look at me, just sit there and close your eyes and raise God.I saw that he did not speak, could not help but be more unscrupulous, anyway, do not eat white, eat full of stomach before they have the strength to find a way to escape.

Between the eating and stopping, a bright car beam suddenly came from outside, followed by the roar, and soon stopped outside the wild shop.

I heard the sound of the car outside, suddenly the spirit, the heart said that this person will be the dead long live waiting for people?

The engine of the vehicle went out, and then I heard a heavy footstep pushing the door.As soon as the door was pushed open, I froze, because this guy I knew.

This is the second-ranked Frankenstein on the list of murderers, which is the artificial life produced by the American Paranormal Research and Defense Agency.

I had long known that Frankenstein had gone to the Great Snow Mountain Temple, and that although he had not seen him at the time of the challenge of the Great Snow Mountain Temple and the corpse, it did not mean that he was absent.Is the body long live and the banquet, and come to invite him?

Frankenstein is a ugly, but ugly person, the most desirable is to have a beautiful skin.Because of this, Frankenstein even collaborated with a tenant mother who likes to pickle people's skins, in order to get a woman's skin.

Only in the land of the fallen undead, Frankenstein could not beat Colonel Emperor Ming, so he did not get the woman's skin.In addition, the mother-in-law was captured by the special case because of Frankenstein's failure, and Dr. Yu was brought back as an extremely important research material.

This is all I know about Frankenstein, the impression of this guy five or three rough, the strength of the infinite, Colonel Diming even if he won once, but that is also based on the support of someone behind.Judging from this point of account, Frankenstein is definitely not a weak chicken.

It’s just midnight, why is this guy running here?

After all, Frankenstein was made of meat seam, and as soon as he entered the store, the smell of stinking flushed me almost without spit it out.The fat boss glanced at the eyes, just wanted to say, and when he saw the hammer between Frankenstein's waist, he immediately swallowed his spit, and his ass did not dare to put one.

Frankenstein glanced round around and then set his sights on me and me.Then he grinned, dragged a chair directly over, and sat down behind the table and chewed on his head.

He ate so much that he did not even use chopsticks, and he straightened the plate and poured it into his mouth.Three or five in two, a few dishes into his stomach.

After eating, Frankenstein reached out and pointed to the plastic wine jug and signaled that he wanted a drink.Long live the corpse, but a cold smile and say, “Which onion are you?”“Do you deserve this drink of death?”

As soon as he said this, I froze at once, and Frankenstein was not a guest of the corpse.