The bright sun shone on the earth. In the small garden of a villa in the suburbs of X city, the cold wind drove his dog into an iron cage, and added a thick iron chain to it, afraid that the dog would go crazy after drinking zombie blood. Dogs are animals without wisdom. If the experiment is really successful, I believe the little dog will definitely go crazy, and then bite people everywhere, or bite dogs, too. Human zombies love to suck human blood, and dog zombies may love to bite dogs.

Cold Moon took out a plate from the kitchen, and there was a large piece of pork chop in the plate, which had already dripped a few drops of zombie blood. In order to do the experiment, Cold Wind even took his dearest little dog out, and Cold Moon also contributed a pork chop from his lunch.

“Good, dear little dog, have lunch.” Cold Moon reached into the iron cage, stroked the fluff on the dog’s neck, and then handed the pork chop in.

“Woof, woof.” The little dog smelled the fragrance of the pork chop, wagged its tail, and barked happily at Cold Moon, as if saying “thank you, thank you.”

Cold Moon put the plate into the iron cage, and the happy little dog immediately rushed up, picked up the pork chop in the plate with one bite, and chewed it quickly.

The two brothers watched the little dog finish eating the pork chop quietly, and lay down leisurely in the sun.

“Brother, why is there no reaction? It’s the same as usual?” Cold Moon frowned, and his cute face was full of disappointment after his dream was shattered. He had imagined everything possible, but he never thought that nothing would happen.

“Wait, maybe there will be a reaction later.” Cold Wind used his fingers to comb a strand of hair hanging in front of his eyes to the back of his head, and embedded it in his ear.

As if to confirm Cold Wind’s words, the little dog lying in the iron cage suddenly roared in pain, twitched violently, and then stopped moving.

“Brother, the little dog is dead.” In just a moment, Cold Moon’s mentality turned from disappointment that the little dog was not moving to excitement that there was a reaction, and then back to disappointment. His whole body was like a deflated ball, sitting on the grass, his head hanging on his knees. From a distance, he looked like a rooster sitting on the ground.

“In movies or legends, it’s dead before it’s alive. Maybe the little dog will come back to life later. Let’s wait and see.” Cold Wind comforted Cold Moon, leaning on his hands, lying on the grass, as if he already knew what would happen later, and as if he had no hope for this matter at all.

The sun gradually moved from the top of the head to the west, and finally fell on the mountain top in the west. Only the blood-red sunset seemed to predict that tonight would not be easy.

Saturday is the weekend, and the Cold Moon family gathers together for dinner. Uncle and aunt sit in the main seat above, Cold Wind and Cold Moon sit on the left, and Uncle’s son Cold Tao sits on the right. Cold Wind is still silent as usual; Cold Moon, who has been waiting for nothing all afternoon, eats his meal with anger, and doesn’t even pick up the dishes; Cold Tao, two years younger than Cold Moon, is also quite handsome. At this time, seeing Cold Moon’s unnamed anger, he is afraid that he will pour his anger on himself, so he eats carefully and does not dare to make a sound. As for the uncle and aunt of the two brothers, except for money, they don’t care about anything else. Sometimes they even avoid Cold Moon’s rascal personality.

“Did your dad die or your mom die? Damn it, I’m not eating.” Cold Moon looked at his uncle and aunt and his cousin, and his unnamed anger rose sharply. He cursed loudly, threw down his chopsticks heavily, and walked towards the room on the second floor.

“What’s going on?” Uncle and aunt frowned, and their inquiring eyes glanced at Cold Wind.

Cold Wind has always been very disgusted with his uncle and aunt. He pretended not to hear anything, picked up a piece of beef and threw it into his mouth, and walked towards his own room.

Watching Cold Wind go upstairs and disappear at the door of the room, Aunt muttered a curse in a low voice: “These two brothers, it’s better to die, so as not to cause trouble.”

“Mom, be careful, if Cold Moon hears it, he will never stop.”

Cold Wind walked into the room and saw Cold Moon sitting on his bed.

“Brother, I’m not happy. I’m sleeping in your bed tonight.” Cold Moon said, lying down and covering his head with the blanket without waiting for Cold Wind’s answer.

Cold Wind smiled and shook his head. He knew his brother didn’t need comforting at this time.

At midnight, when the full moon was high in the sky, a crazy and mournful dog’s howl suddenly sounded, which lasted continuously and woke up the sleeping people.

Cold Wind’s aunt turned over and leaned her head against Cold Wind’s uncle’s chest, muttering dissatisfiedly: “What is Cold Wind’s dead dog howling about in the middle of the night? Tomorrow, we’ll beat it and eat it.”

Cold Wind stuck his head out of the window. He recognized that the dog’s howl was coming from their own yard. Could it be…? He looked towards the iron cage in the yard, and under the moonlight, he could vaguely see the dog’s figure hitting the cage, as if trying to break free.

“Look, Moon, the little dog has come back to life.” Cold Wind shouted excitedly. The little dog’s resurrection meant that their experiment had succeeded. Immortality and strength were the pursuit of many ordinary people, and now they could be obtained easily by the two brothers. Although Cold Wind was usually indifferent, how could he not be excited at this time?

“Brother, we succeeded, immortality, immortality…” Cold Moon was so excited that he couldn’t speak coherently, staring at the little dog in the yard, watching its every move.

As if out of animal instinct, the little dog felt someone’s gaze on it, turned its head, glanced at the window where Cold Wind and Cold Moon were, roared softly, bit off the iron fence of the cage, jumped over the wall, and disappeared into the vast night.

“Brother, did you see that? The little dog’s eyes were blood red?” Cold Moon asked Cold Wind, staring at the direction where the little dog disappeared.

“Yes, just like the first generation of zombies.” Cold Wind also stared at the direction where the little dog disappeared, surprised that the little dog could break free from the restraint of the iron chain and the iron cage.

“Brother, should we drink the zombie blood now?” Cold Moon turned around, picked up the bottle of zombie blood on the bedside table, and stared at Cold Wind, waiting for him to nod or say “yes.”

“Wait.” Seeing Cold Moon open the bottle cap and prepare to drink it, Cold Wind stopped him in a thoughtful tone: “The little dog resurrected after more than ten hours of death. This means that zombie blood can only transform the body’s cells after death, and it takes time to transform the cells before resurrection. If we drink the zombie blood now, I think we will be cremated by our uncle before we can resurrect. Our uncle won’t miss any chance to get our inheritance.”

“What should we do?” Cold Moon stopped twisting the bottle cap, his shining eyes staring at Cold Wind.

“Tell them tomorrow that we’re going on a trip and won’t be back for a while, and we won’t go to school either. Then go to the city to rent a house, drink the zombie blood, and wait quietly for resurrection.”

“Okay, let’s wait until everything is ready before we drink it. Although we’re a little impatient, we don’t care about one or two days.” Cold Moon said, put down the bottle of cherry-red zombie blood, and lay back on the bed.

The two excited brothers discussed what to do next until dawn. In their dreams, their mouths were always upturned, and they laughed even in their dreams.

The next afternoon, after the two brothers had lunch and left a message for their uncle and aunt, they drove to the city with excitement. Although minors were not allowed to ride motorcycles these days, who cared about that? It’s not like they were caught every time.

Since they were willing to spend money and didn’t care about quality, it was relatively easy to find a house in the city. When night fell, the two brothers were already lying on the bed in their newly rented house.

“Brother, should we drink it now?” Cold Moon held the bottle of zombie blood, staring at Cold Wind with excited eyes, waiting for him to nod or say “yes.”

“I’ll drink first, you take care of me until I wake up, and then you can drink it.” Cold Wind reached out to ask for the Coke bottle containing zombie blood from Cold Moon. Although the little dog had already died and come back to life, there were still some differences between humans and dogs. Cold Wind decided to try it first, even if something unexpected or dangerous happened, he would not fail his parents’ wishes and would protect his younger brother.

With one hand throwing away the bottle cap, Cold Moon drank the zombie blood with a few “gulps”. Half of the bottle of blood had already gone down his throat, and he didn’t even feel what the taste was like.

“Hey, brother, I tried it first this time. Take care of me, ah, ah…” Cold Moon gasped urgently, and the power contained in the blood had already begun to react in his body.

“Ah, here you go, ah…” Cold Moon covered his small belly with his left hand and handed the bottle of blood to Cold Wind with his right hand. From his bent upper body, it could be seen how uncomfortable he was at the moment.

Seeing Cold Wind take the bottle of blood, Cold Moon no longer struggled and lay down straight.

“Month.” Cold Wind shouted in grief, shaking his head tightly, muttering to himself: “He didn’t die again. I’m worried about what he’ll do. Forget it.” After speaking, he straightened Cold Moon’s body, covered him with a quilt.

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One day, two days, Cold Moon still did not wake up, and Cold Wind took care of him by his side.

Three days, four days, five days, five days passed, and Cold Moon still did not wake up. His body was the same as when he had just died, without any change. However, Cold Wind knew that the cells in Cold Moon’s body were undergoing tremendous changes, and the result of the changes was that Cold Moon would become a zombie.

Six days passed, and Cold Wind began to get annoyed. He bought a computer at the computer company and started surfing the Internet next to Cold Moon.

On the seventh day, the eighth day, the ninth day, and the tenth day, ten days passed in the blink of an eye. Cold Moon’s body also began to change. His nails and hair grew at an incredible speed, and the color of his hair also turned deep blood red.

Days with things to do, especially happy days, pass quickly. In the blink of an eye, a month has passed, and Cold Moon’s image has also undergone earth-shaking changes. His face is very white, so white that you can almost see the capillaries inside. His blood-red hair is scattered on the bed, and Cold Wind estimates that it can grow to at least his hips.

After a month, Cold Moon’s image finally stopped changing, and Cold Wind had a vague feeling that Cold Moon was about to wake up.

On the thirty-fifth day, thirty-five days after Cold Moon drank the zombie blood, Cold Moon finally woke up from his sleep.

Cold Moon opened his eyes, sat up from the bed, twisted his body, and heard a burst of “crackling” bone collision. He raised his head and took a deep breath, then opened his mouth and exhaled waste gas. “Roar…” Cold Moon roared loudly, and two sharp zombie teeth grew out quickly. His eyes were surrounded by a layer of blood-red light. A huge bat-shaped pattern appeared on his forehead, and the wings on both sides of the bat extended to his cheeks.

Looking around, there was a computer on the bedside, which was turned on, but there was no one on the chair in front of the computer. Maybe Cold Wind had gone out for supper. Cold Moon guessed in his heart. Since his brother had gone out for supper, he should be hungry now and should go out for a meal. Turning his body, he jumped out of the window. He just felt that every drop of blood in his body was flowing rapidly, and his body was full of explosive power due to the flow of blood. His body was light and fluttering, as if he could fly into the blue sky.

Fortunately, it was night, otherwise, if a person jumped from the fourth floor, it would scare a large group of people to death. Cold Moon clapped his hands, as if he had done something insignificant, and walked out of the alley towards the bustling crowd. The feeling of jumping off the building just now was really cool.

At the same time as he clapped, Cold Moon had already returned to his normal appearance. Nowadays, people don’t believe in zombies much. If a person has a bat mark on their forehead, two sharp fangs exposed at the corners of their mouth, and their eyes are surrounded by a blood-red light, then most people’s first thought is that this person is going to a costume party. The second thought is that this person is trying to be cool and arrogant, and no one will say that this person is a real zombie. All the high-tech advancements have completely shattered the legend, and people have developed a habit of arrogance, and they can no longer tolerate a race that is higher than them.

Even so, a boy with blood-red hair that is long enough to reach his hips is destined to be noticed. In a short street, Cold Moon was already tired of being watched. At first, he would say a few words to people who looked at him, such as “What are you looking at? You’re asking for a beating,” but as more and more people looked at him, he had nothing to say and pretended not to know. However, Cold Moon felt strange. His first glance at people now is no longer at their faces or figures, but at the arteries on their necks. Moreover, the skin outside the arteries on other people’s necks seems to be transparent, and the blood flowing inside can be seen clearly. Perhaps it was because he became a zombie, Cold Moon laughed at himself.

Cold Moon was originally planning to eat some dog meat, but he felt strange. Before drinking zombie blood, this street was full of dog meat restaurants, fragrant meat restaurants, and so on. Now there is not one open, and even if there is, they no longer sell dog meat.

“What’s going on?” Cold Moon asked himself in his heart, but he didn’t want to ask someone on the street. All the shops on the street are closed, and something big must have happened, but he doesn’t know. At that time, others will definitely look at him with idiotic eyes.

Helplessly, he went to the nearest roadside stall. As soon as he entered the door of the roadside stall, he saw a familiar figure sitting inside. One hand was holding his own hair, and the other was holding chopsticks to put food in his mouth. Who else could it be but his own brother, Cold Wind? Only Cold Wind has such strange hair. He learned some hairstyle from Yasakani, and ended up with the same hairstyle as him. As a result, he could only hold his hair when eating, otherwise his hair would either grow into his mouth or fall into his bowl.

Cold Moon moved forward at a speed that was difficult to see with the naked eye, dragging a residual image, and appeared beside Cold Wind. He patted him on the shoulder with one hand, giving him a surprise from the bottom of his heart, so he didn’t care about the strange eyes of others.

“Damn it, you’re looking for death…” Cold Wind often said that eating is the only enjoyment in life. At this time, he was interrupted while eating, and couldn’t help but get angry. He turned around and wanted to beat the guy who disturbed him eating, but saw Cold Moon standing behind him with a smile. Immediately, a smile appeared on his handsome but cold face. A smile can be said to be the thing that is most lacking on Cold Wind’s face, but it appeared at this time, and one can imagine how happy he was.

“Ah, brother wants me to die, but I’m already dead. How should I die? Ah…” Immediately, tears fell from Cold Moon’s big eyes. After awakening from death, Cold Moon seemed to be able to easily grasp everything about his body. Cold Moon is called a rascal because he will do anything to achieve his goals, including the Chinese women’s good tradition of “crying, making trouble, and hanging oneself.” Fortunately, he inherited his mother’s super cute baby face. If he was like Cold Wind, inheriting their father’s handsome and cold face, what kind of scene would these expressions be on his face?

In the eyes of outsiders, a boy with long hair who is very cute (if his chest is not completely flat like an airport, he would definitely be considered a woman) is crying in front of a boy who is not handsome. It seems that people prefer to think badly or strangely, such as homosexuality.

“Forget it, let’s stop playing and sit down and eat something. See if you can still taste it.” In just a moment, the smile disappeared from Cold Wind’s face, returning to his usual indifference. He said helplessly to Cold Moon.

Seeing people around them looking at them, Cold Wind stood up immediately, called the waiter to pay the bill, and pulled his younger brother, who was not yet satisfied with his meal, away.

Cold Wind asked Cold Moon eagerly as soon as they returned to their dormitory, “Do you have any bloodthirsty feelings?”

Cold Moon jumped up and lay on the bed, saying, “Yes, I can clearly see everyone’s neck arteries. I really want to suck their blood. Now I feel that only a little blood is flowing in my veins, like a huge riverbed with only a small stream flowing on it.”

“Can you control yourself from not drinking blood?”

“Yes, by the way, brother, why are all the dog meat restaurants outside closed?” Cold Moon remembered that he wanted to eat dog meat just now, but no restaurant was open.

“Maybe it’s our fault.” Cold Wind sat in front of the computer, and his voice couldn’t hear any emotions.

“How could it be our fault? How could I cause trouble while sleeping? Did I sleepwalk and eat all the dogs?” Cold Moon asked strangely.

“Remember the dog I raised? You gave him the pork chop containing zombie blood.”

“I remember, what happened?”

“That dog went crazy and bit other dogs everywhere. It has become an epidemic of rabies. Now all the dogs in our city have been hunted, and as for our dog, we still don’t know where it is. It’s been 35 days, and maybe it has spread throughout the country.” Cold Wind said these words without any emotions, as if this matter had nothing to do with him.

After listening to Cold Wind’s words, Cold Moon’s eyes had already widened. He came back to his senses, closed his eyes and felt carefully, hoping to feel the dog’s location by blood relationship.

Cold Wind picked up the blood bottle, played with it in his hand, and for 35 days, every time he sat in front of Cold Moon, he fiddled with this bottle, with a contradictory, excited, hopeful, and fearful heart, afraid that his brother would sleep forever. But now, Cold Moon has awakened, and he can finally rest assured.

“What are you doing?” Cold Wind asked, “Hey?”

“Oh, I’m feeling it. You drink it now, and I’ll take care of you.” The last four words were emphasized strangely.

Cold Wind looked at Cold Moon, only to see Cold Moon’s mouth tilted upwards, and he could tell at a glance that he had no good intentions.

“What do you feel? Let me warn you first, don’t play tricks on me while I’m asleep.” Cold Wind said gloomily. Cold Moon often drew flowers on his face or pasted things all over his body while he was asleep. For example, he painted Cold Wind’s face like a pig, or hung a piece of paper on the back of Cold Wind’s coat with words like “I’m an idiot”.

“Feel where the dead dog is, and then kill it. If it is roasted and eaten by others, there will be more zombies in the world. I don’t want to share power and immortality with others.” Cold Moon said.

“You are really selfish.” Cold Wind said, picking up a few strands of Cold Moon’s hair hanging on the bed, and pulling them out hard. Looking at Cold Moon’s painful expression, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he said, “Can zombies feel pain too?”

Looking at Cold Wind’s triumphant smile, Cold Moon roared like a wild beast, and his zombie form immediately appeared. He turned his head and roared at Cold Wind again, and put his teeth close to Cold Wind’s neck artery.

With his right eye, he saw Cold Wind’s eyes widened in horror, and the smile on the corner of his mouth froze. Cold Moon raised his head, took a deep breath, and returned to his human form, laughing wildly.

Seeing Cold Moon laughing wildly, Cold Wind immediately came back to his senses. Just now, he really thought that his brother would bite him. After all, Cold Moon’s thoughts are difficult for others to guess. “Okay, you almost scared me to death. I drank it. Remember, don’t calculate me, otherwise, I won’t spare you when I wake up.” Cold Wind drank the zombie blood at the fastest speed. He was afraid of his brother now because he was still a human. If he wanted to be fearless, he would return to the way he used to get along with his brother. Then, the best way is to become the same kind as his brother.

“Hey, hey…” Cold Moon now understands what’s in Cold Wind’s heart. He still wants to chat with his brother for a while, but it seems hopeless.

Cold Wind convulsed in pain for a while, and then lay straight on the bed. In just a moment, the blood that belonged to humans flowed out of his seven orifices.

“What’s going on? Did I bleed when I died? Oh, yes, you bleed when you die. But when I woke up, there was no blood on my body. So, it was my brother who helped me clean up. But I’m too lazy to clean up. Sorry, brother, you wake up and do it yourself.” Cold Moon sniffed his nose and sighed, “Human blood is so fragrant, but it’s my brother’s blood, I won’t suck it.”

Turning his body, he grabbed a few newspapers on the corner table in mid-air, then covered Cold Wind’s blood-stained quilt and covered his face with newspapers. He clapped his hands, muttered to himself with a smile, “Brother, you know, I’m the laziest. I helped you cover the newspaper so that you won’t be contaminated by dust. This is my greatest kindness. Don’t bother me when you wake up.”

After speaking, he smiled, laid a blood boundary around the room, unplugged the computer’s power plug, jumped out of the window, and turned to the west. He just felt that the little dog that Cold Wind raised was in the west, but because the distance was too far, he couldn’t determine the exact location.

On a cool autumn midnight, Cold Moon rushed alone in the wilderness.

“What kind of place is this? There is such a large wasteland on the east coast. It feels gloomy, but I’m not afraid. I’m a zombie, the most powerful one. Even if there are ghosts, I’m not afraid. Damn it, dead dog, I’ll catch you later, peel your skin, drink your blood, and eat your meat. You’re in such a ghostly place, making me feel creepy.” Cold Moon cursed loudly, comforting himself.

He stopped by a small forest on the edge of the wilderness, sniffed his nose hard, exhaled a breath, closed his eyes and felt carefully. His body moved towards the target he felt. “Dead dog, playing hide-and-seek with me, can a dog beat a person?”

After a few jumps, Cold Moon stopped at a rock with an area of about ten square meters. He suddenly opened his blood-red eyes and stared at the rock.

“Roar!” Cold Moon made a roar similar to a wild beast. He had already determined that the little dog was inside the rock, but he didn’t know how the little dog got in, because he had already felt that the target was in the center of the rock. The howl was to lure the dead dog out and then kill it, so as not to have more zombies like him in the world. Cold Moon is selfish. He likes to play with others and doesn’t want to be on an equal footing with strangers.