Apocalypse Cockroach: On balance: Ro Ran (Panda Barker)


The name of the work:——balance——

OF: Ro Ran (Panda Barker)

February 9, 2013, New Year’s Eve.

It's getting late at night, and it seems particularly cold tonight.

No fireworks, no dumplings, no Chinese New Year party, nothing.

Through the cracks in the wooden board, you can see the shadowy figure outside the window, those blurry and twisted faces, those rotten and broken bodies, those people who should have died long ago, but are unwilling to die , As if aimless, and seemingly... struggling.

Struggling on the verge of life and death.

He Fang is struggling.

Struggling is on the verge of hope and collapse.

The nailed gate is very safe, and the house is still warm, but He Fan still can’t help but want to shudder. A cold from the heart seemed to freeze his thinking, making him unable to think and unable to react to all of this in front of him. Everything I used to know in a day

Turning upside down.

Master said that they may be dead, but the key is that we are still alive.

Alive,

Alive...

Alive.

Alive!

He Fan’s forehead is terribly hot, and He Fan feels cold and freezing, but when he thinks of the master, He Fan’s heart suddenly becomes ethereal. He no longer wanted to happen, he no longer looked at the cruel world outside the window, turned around, and drank up the boiled soup.

The bitter soup flows down the throat into the stomach, where a rare warmth is felt. He Fan didn't enjoy the comfort of this moment, immediately took a pose and sat on the futon with his eyes closed to meditate.

The Qigong of Master, the teacher, gradually warmed away, and He Fan began to suffer. Suddenly cold and hot, tingling all over, sore muscles, all kinds of strange pains are just the first step. What really scared He Fan was that he always had to experience an inexplicable world. In that world, He Fan had to go through all the disaster day again, shouting, screaming, blood, killing, fire, fleeing... all of a sudden, everything would come to nothing Stopped, it became a permanent silence, it felt like being thrown into the ocean floor of the Pacific with a boulder tied, lonely, deep, dark, unable to breathe, unable to perceive everything, but want to cry but can not make a sound, want to wake up But helpless. Repeatedly, it makes people crazy.

Although it seemed to He Fan that he suffered a few reincarnations, it was actually only a few hours. When he opened his eyes again, the night still did not end.

He Fan slowly got up and slowly punched a set of punches, and then took a long breath and made a gesture of receiving power.

He Fan looked at his watch at two in the morning. He survived another day.

Today, it is the new year.

Alas.

Inspecting the doors and windows, no flaws are found, and there are still no signs of the master returning.

Will something happen? He Fan couldn't help worrying, he just felt the sleepiness after a while, and he didn't want to fall asleep.

He Fan went to the kitchen and boiled a pot of water, and washed his body cleanly. Back in the room, he was still upset and restless.

The master said, He Fan, you have to keep your balance.

He Fan tried to find a way to "balance" his mood, when a book on the table caught his eyes.

Chinese classical literature readings, young people must recite classics, six yuan pocket book:

The Daode Jing.

So he picked up the book and began to read, "The way is right..." But his thoughts floated far away.

Most of the time he cannot understand the master. As an abandoned orphan, he has congenital organ failure. As happened in many stories, the master picked him up at the door of Taoist temple on a snowy winter night.

When he was young, he admired his master very much. He felt that the master was an omnipotent person. He treated him and taught him Qigong boxing. Although he was still weak and sick, his life was already worry-free.

Shili Bacun is a little bit of a big deal. The folks always come to the master to take a walk. Zhang's pig was lost, and the master gave him a few words, and he found it back in the evening. Li's wife's gold ring was gone, and the master told her to find it on the pot platform. In this small and broken Taoist temple, people who look for gurus every day, and those who look at Feng Shui, invite masters to host the red and white happy events.

At that time, every night, He Fan was entangled with the master and told him "Tao". The master told him: The most important thing about the Tao between heaven and earth is the word balance. To balance, if there is any imbalance, there will be a mess. This day, this place, this table and this chair are actually alive...

He Fan listens to the Master’s sermon every day, and his biggest dream is to grow up one day, to be able to inherit the Master’s Taoism, and let others call himself respectfully:

Hey, Taoist!

This worship continued until he was 14 years old when he graduated from elementary school. One night at dinner, he told the master, "Master, I don't want to go to school anymore. I want to follow your skills, and I want to be the leader!"

Imagine that the master will touch his head and laugh, and say, well, the master will pass you all his skills!

However, after he finished speaking, the master said nothing, and his face was so dark and terrible.

The next day, sitting in the bus going to the county middle school, He Fan still had palpitations. The master’s nameless anger always appeared in his mind, as well as the overturned table and the broken furniture...

The relationship between him and the master is frozen. He Fan thinks that the master looks down on himself and refuses to pass on his skills to himself. From then on, he did not take the initiative to contact the master. When he was studying abroad, He Fan always annoyed the master's phone. Every time he called, he just asked him if he had enough money.

"Money Qianqian! I know I care about money, when can I know my ideals, how I feel!" He Fan’s resentment came from this, and even after the university, even winter and summer vacations Go home.

In fact, from junior high school to university, He Fan has been having a hard time. The sequelae of taking medicine when he was young, there are black spots everywhere on his face, and there is nothing in the village, but it has become a good topic for joking in the city, and the dalmatian is his nickname; because of the poor constitution, the classmates never When he was brought to play, he was rushed back to his house during SARS. During class, he refuted the teacher, saying that the most basic way of time is not Newton’s law, but Taoism... The words caused a big laugh before he finished speaking; every night During the exercise, he was even called a weirdo by the people in the dormitory, and the people in the other dormitories came to see him as if they were animals. And so on, can't finish talking.

Gradually, he learned to hide, no longer mentioning his master and his background. Every time he fought and fought, he avoided everyone, learning honestly, and writing textbook-like classic answers on the test paper.

In fact, He Fan does not love this world at all. The reason why he still studies hard is just to gamble and let the master see it. Even if I don’t learn your skills, I will have a good time.

He Fan’s major is psychology. He thought about it. After graduation, he went to find a big Taoist temple and became a Taoist priest. The knowledge of certificate psychology borrowed from the name of sermons for tourists to do psychological counseling. If you want to come, the income will be considerable, and the master must be left with nothing to say.

Everything is planned well, but the world has suddenly changed, and these days have made him dreamy.

December 24, 2012, 30th lunar month.

It is advisable to marry, sacrifice, pray for blessings, ask for heirs, travel, and avoid cooking stoves, painting, mourning, litigation, and logging.

As the only and famous Taoist priest in the near and far, the master was invited to go to another village as a wedding host early. He Fan got up early to eat, to see the empty coal pond, carry his back basket, go to the small coal mine under the mountain to buy coal.

When you turned off the TV, there were news reports: a small-scale meteorite group fell on the Pacific Ocean...

December 29, 2012.

He Fan returned from shopping and found that the master was waiting in the house, ordering him with few serious voices not to go out these days.

A large pot of herbal soup is simmered in the house. In the small run-down Taoist temple, the smell of herbs is everywhere.

The master said that the smell in the air... is unbalanced.

On December 31, 2012, the world changed.

People are crazy, people will eat people, the world is crazy, dead people will stand up again, and then drag the strangers to hell.

The master said, God, it has also lost its balance.

January 5, 2013.

Some surviving folks were crying in Taoist temple.

He Fan does not know what to do.

Only the master said that there is no way to be a human.

January 31, 2013.

Heavy rain.

People who went out to collect food were caught in the rain, and someone mutated in the middle of the night. In the chaos, He Fancai discovered that in addition to the clumsy fist, the master could have such a sharp sword light.

A craft sword sends all mutants back to the earth.

He Fan, who was weak, was injured.

The master said that there must be good medicine within seven steps for the appearance of the viper.

Yun Gong, hold on, keep... balance!

Balance!

The way to heaven!

Master took out bottles and jars he had never seen from the cellar and let him live to this day.

It’s like that.

February 10, 2013.

4am.

He Si thoughtlessly, He Fan’s book didn’t turn a page, and suddenly the light flashed three times outside the window, which was the signal he agreed with the master. The master is back.

Withdrawing his thoughts, He Fan went to the backyard and dropped the rope, taking the master back from the steep slope.

Entering the house, He Fan found that the master seemed particularly embarrassed this time. Not only was his face full of fatigue, there was a pungent, unpleasant smell on his body, and his clothes were torn in several places.

He Fan wanted to ask the master if he was injured, but the words turned into:

"How come back so late?"

Master Fu yelled and did not speak. Just open the backpack on the back and pour it on the table. This time it was not medicinal herbs and food that were brought back, but a few colorful stones and a bottle of mineral water that seemed to contain jelly.

He Fan took the stone curiously and looked at it, nothing special, and opened the lid of the mineral water bottle. Just when he opened the bottle, a strange scent came out of the bottle. He Fan suddenly felt that he was particularly hungry, and the jelly in the bottle was the best thing in the world. His eyes were red, and when he lifted his neck, he would pour the jelly into his mouth, only to find that his hand was suddenly empty.

The master grabbed the bottle and closed the lid again. When he found that He Fan was gradually returning to peace, he spoke:

"He Fan, you are saved."

He Fan looked at the teacher's boring face without any joy in his heart. On the contrary, he felt something was wrong, so he asked:

"What is this?"

The master didn’t answer, just tossed a sentence "wait here" and went to the cellar.

He Fan has never seen the master in such a hurry, and his heart is strange, so he went down to the cellar.

No one in the cellar.

The herbal medicine cabinet was removed, and the bottles and cans above disappeared.

There was a door on the floor where the cabinet was originally placed.

He Fan has lived here since childhood and has never discovered this secret! He opened the door on the ground, which was a stone staircase, and walked down the stairs, at the end was a spacious underground stone room.

A portrait of a Taoist is hung on the wall of the stone room. There is a incense case in front of the portrait. There is a dark sign on the incense case, but no name. There are things like boxes in vague corners, and He Fan has no intention to take a closer look.

Because he saw an unforgettable scene in his life.

In the center of the stone chamber is a red furnace, with red coal underneath. The master is waving something while walking around the red furnace with words in his mouth.

Doomsday, zombies, secret chambers, red furnaces, and masters who have raised themselves since childhood.

He Fan never imagined that one day he would experience so much. Suddenly for a while.

The fire in the Dan furnace is getting stronger and stronger, and He Fan can’t stand the heat waves.

Go out and call you later. The master said.

It sounds like when I was a kid, the master said, go out and have a meal and call you.

He Fan waits in the cellar until his patience is exhausted. The master finally called him in.

"Drink it." The master handed over a crock with a layer of scarlet liquid inside.

He Fan found that the master's hand was shaking.

He Fan has forgotten what the red liquid is like. When he wakes up again, a sense of unpretentious comfort fills his body, and the world seems to become sober as if he had lived In the world's diaphragm.

Everything is fine, but the master is gone.

The portraits and cards on the Xiang case disappeared, and He Fan discovered the notes and things left by the master.

The note reads:

Where is my son:

See the words literally.

When you were young, Ru had a heart to the Dao, and refused it for the teacher. The non-ru qualifications are limited, but it is the prosperous age of science today. All Taoists are bulls and ghosts. The snake god, the son does not speak strangely, and the scourge of the · revolution is still on the side. What's the use? As a teacher's heart, I wish you a safe and healthy life, marry a wife and have a child, and live a safe life.

But the world is out of balance and the disaster is coming. Zhiru was injured by zombies, I regret it, if you preached to you early, why is there today?

My recent changes in thinking about the world have gained a little. Ancient language: The road to heaven has no limits, I will never bully. Do you see that none of the animals are harmed by the plague? Therefore, the medicine to save you is at the place of animals.

The earth dogs in my village are quite strange recently, or they can vomit fire, or vomit ice, hunt and dissect them, and they get strange stone colloids on their heads. This is unprecedented. Then came back to test Ru, and Ru Guo has changed.

When I hunted dogs, I also saw the difference between zombies. Since heavy rain, there are two types of zombies, one type of force and one type of sensitivity. If you encounter these two, be careful.

Because the teacher has the heart to take you to kill the demon and remove the demon, but also the world is clear, helpless old and decayed, and now his back hurts, it may have been harmed by zombies, and will soon be turned into walking dead.

I don’t want to be with zombies, I want to sit in the furnace. This is a sue for you, don't be arrogant and hopeless. Does Ru Shang remember the symbol? There is white in the black, and black in the white. This is where the balance of heaven and earth is.

When you were young, you were weak, and your body was not suitable for illness. When you were strong, you were strong. Or as people say, there will be good medicine within seven steps of the venomous snake. When I look at the situation in the world, there must be a turn for the year, either wind or rain, or vegetation, and there must be someone who can solve the scourge of mankind.

This is the Unknown Pill for Ru Lian, to take advantage of the changes in the world and make up for the congenital deficiencies of Ru. When this happens, you can be reborn and not afraid of pestilence.

Sure, the poison of dead corpses in Ru is deep. Although there is an elixir to save lives, it is still between people and ghosts, but it is also a corpse.

Become a demon and become a holy man, in one moment. Remember my words, abide by my heart, and seek the balance of the Tao, so there is no harm.

There are still a thousand words, but the sign of my corpse is now there, so I will stop here.

The last few lines of writing have begun to scribble, and after reading the letter, He Fan is like a thunderbolt, at a loss. Don't cry or laugh, just stayed there for a long time. The days of living with the master reappeared in front of the eyes. The master resented his own nurturing grace and his misunderstanding of the master. Suddenly, the master would dissolve the corpse and poison. Why not give yourself a solution!

Why! why!

Master is dead!

What plan, what proof! Who else to show!

He thought there was still time, he thought he would reconcile with Master!

He thought that as long as he proved himself, he could be like Master!

Late...

He Fan thumped his chest and looked like he was crazy, only to feel that there was nowhere to release. Suddenly his hands waved, and Dan Furan hit the wall with a loud touch. The loud noise made him wake up.

Master is inside!

Dan furnace fell to the ground, white fly ash filled everywhere, He Fan knelt down to the furnace mouth, found that it was empty, and groped for a long time to find a black triangular stone-like thing. At this time, there was a rattling sound from the wall. The stone room is old, and it just took its old life.

He Fan has fully recovered at this time. He quickly held the Black Triangle in his hand, ran to the Xiang case and picked up his clothes, and ran desperately towards the stone steps. As soon as I got into the yard, I heard a muffled noise in the backyard. The ground sinks into a piece, and it seems that even the cellar has collapsed.

He Fan threw a thing and sat on the ground with his buttocks, only to feel that all his thoughts were gray, as if from now on there were only his own lonely people, even if it was useful to go on.

The sound of bumping the door came from outside the courtyard. It was the zombie who was attracted by the sound just now. He Fanzheng was upset and shouted, "Noisy!" He grabbed something and tried to remain outward, but found it to be a "black triangle."

The accident calmed down He Fan and found that his body was in an abnormal state, with a rapid heartbeat, full of restlessness, and full of violent desire. I remembered what Master said in my letter. I am still a "half-man half-ghost" corpse. With a sigh in my heart, I quickly calmed down and meditated on the spot.

Half-sounding, the zombie lost its sound target and wandered again. He Fan opened his eyes and stretched out his hand, and a piece of detached iron nail flew from the door into his hand.

He Fan's hand slowly floats in his hand.

"What is this?"

There is no wind and no moon tonight. He Fan is sitting in the courtyard of the ruined Taoist temple. Outside the wall are wandering zombies. Inside the wall are scattered debris. He looks at the stars in the sky, and no one answers his question.

"This is the new balance."

Postscript:

In 2013, the date is unknown, the second heavy rain after the catastrophe.

The spring thunder started, and the rain was heavy.

He Fan wore a taiji gossip robe, a gold crown on his head, and a gold wire on his feet, standing on the rooftop of a six-story residential building with his hands on his back. An umbrella opened without anyone, floating on top of him to cover the rain.

He Fan was silent for a long time braving the rain curtain, and finally reached out to pick up a handful of rainwater, put it in front and smelled it, and said to himself:

‘‘The place where the poisonous snake appears, there must be good medicine within seven steps’,

"Master, it's all up to you."

He Fan was standing on the rooftop for a long time, and suddenly Hot jumped out, but did not fall, and a sword flew from behind him, supported him under his feet, and suddenly went away.

In the air, an S1 trying to sneak attack was cut in half and fell on the street washed by rain.

In 2013, the date is unknown, Zhang Xiaoqiang **** fish annihilation battle.

In the far air, He Fan witnessed the whole battle process of Zhang Xiaoqiang. A small shrapnel carrying the blood of Zhang Xiaoqiang flew in front of He Fan. He Fan put the shrapnel in his mouth and tasted it as if chewing the most beautiful treasure in the world.

The corpse?

No, it’s a more perfect balance...

No, more than that...

He Fan spit out shrapnel~IndoMTL.com~ The shrapnel is like a bird in his hands.

He Fan’s thinking is like this shrapnel, and all kinds of information echo each other.

Housing children, protecting women, being kind but not pedantic.

The corpse is humanized, balanced, and abide by his heart.

The power is huge and everyone follows.

Zhang Xiaoqiang!

He Fan suddenly felt that he was too busy to restore the balance of heaven and earth.

Maybe it’s better to surrender to a hero?

This is not Doomsday, it is a troubled world.

Zhang Xiaoqiang, will you be the one to restore balance to the world?

Related works:

1. He Fan’s Evolution ability, electromagnetic force. So he can make his body lighter by the geomagnetic field, and then use the magnetic force to control the steel sword to consign himself to fly. It is also possible to temporarily disturb the electromagnetic field so that zombie and mutant beast cannot discover their own existence. (It's very laborious and time-limited.)

Physical quality like zombie can disturb your balance and stimulate zombie’s fighting instinct and recovery ability. (Dangerous, easy to catch fire)

2. Regarding the master of He Fan, I always think that the talents of the Chinese earth are abundant, not that there are no cattle, but that they are hidden in the folk. Therefore, He Fan's master was designed as an image of a "cowman" who has seen the warmth and coldness of the world but has a kind heart. Looking at the new chapter of Cockroach, it seems that foreign organizations are rushing out one after another. I think it's time for Elder Brother Cockroach to gather a large number of unique cattle people to assist him. After all, Cockroach is not a lone hero.

3. For the first time writing, focus on participation, if there is something wrong, please raise your hand, haha.

PS; The author’s writing is smooth and the characters are full, but it’s just a fairy tale. My theme is actually ordinary. I try to dilute my personal abilities and try to use group consciousness to gain space for survival. After all, Doomsday is not just a pig’s foot Doomsday,


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