American comics: Damn it, I’m surrounded by those who worry about their fathers!

After riding Lana back to the stables, Peter went to visit the Jonathan family.

"I heard about the Lewis family, Peter."

Jonathan poured Peter a cup of coffee, "That was an accident no one wanted to see."

Martha sat next to her husband and listened quietly to their conversation.

Occasionally she glanced at Peter.

Six years have passed and Peter has really not changed at all!

It was as if time really stopped for him.

As a woman, she was a little envious of Peter's ability to stay young and beautiful.

I will definitely ask Peter the secret of how to maintain it another day.

Jonathan didn't know that his wife was coveting Peter's secret. He asked Peter: "Does the murderer who stole the body have any clues?"

"No, not yet."

Peter deliberately concealed the fact that Louis' wife was a suspect.

"This type of sleeve-type tomb is very simple. After the funeral ceremony, the coffin is lowered into the tomb. Then the church officiant brings two top covers, ties them together with wire, and then covers them on the tomb, so it is easy to pry open. ”

Peter took a sip of coffee and said.

He put down the cup and asked Jonathan: "Jonathan, have you heard about the living dead?"

"The living dead?"

Jonathan was stunned, "Are you talking about the living dead in George Romero's movies?"

"Yes."

"I've seen a lot of them in movies."

Peter shook his head, "No, I mean reality."

He suspected that the land contaminated by kryptonite could resurrect the dead.

Otherwise, this would not explain why Vanessa secretly buried her son there.

But the resurrection of the dead is bizarre and impossible from any perspective.

Even if Kryptonite had magical powers, it would not be able to resurrect a dead person.

At most, the corpse would stand up again and become an unconscious walking corpse.

So he wanted to ask Jonathan if there was any similar legend in the small town of Smallville.

Once such a legend appears, it proves that something similar happened in the town - someone once buried the body in that land, and the dead resurrected, so Vanessa, who saw it with her own eyes, believed it without a doubt.

Of course, it is also possible that Vanessa is mentally ill, and all the above inferences would be overturned.

"I've never seen it."

Jonathan thought Peter was joking with him, "Unless there's a zombie apocalypse."

Martha next to her said: "I have seen strange animals that look like 'walking corpses', but they are not human beings."

Hearing his wife say this, Jonathan immediately cast a surprised look.

"Are you sure you're not kidding? Martha."

"Of course not."

Martha recalled for a moment, "Do you remember? Bill's family had a Plott hound."

"Of course, that hound is fierce."

"It's like this. A month ago, I saw this hound being hit by a car with my own eyes. The hound was already dead at the time. The strange thing is that I saw it again half a month ago."

"Hmm, maybe I could have been rescued then."

Jonathan said noncommittally.

"But the hound became more aggressive and had a strange odor."

Jonathan asked his wife, "So you think it became 'The Walking Dead'?"

"I don't know, I just connected them when Peter mentioned the walking dead, but it could be that Old Bill raised an identical dog again, who knows!"

Peter nodded thoughtfully after listening to Martha's words.

"That's Bill's house!"

Pointing to a house, Clark said: "He has a Plotter dog at home, maybe."

Clark, who was a little afraid of dogs, hesitated and said, "Maybe we can ask our godfather to help us pick out the kite."

Clark's eagle kite falls at Old Bill's house.

Although he really wanted to go in and pick it up, he was a little scared when he thought about the hound that the other party was guarding.

"We can't do anything without dad's help. I'm a native of the motherland! Nothing can hurt me. I can do whatever I want!"

Azu pinched his waist and said confidently.

Although he didn't understand why his father gave him such a nickname.

But the name just sounds cool.

He likes this nickname.

With a contemptuous look at Clark, Azu walked towards Old Bill's house.

The moment he bent down and picked up the kite, he noticed that the door of the warehouse in front of him suddenly opened a crack.

Azu suddenly felt a bad feeling in his heart, narrowed his eyes and took a step back.

"Bang!"

The next second, the warehouse door was slammed open.

A huge hound rushed towards him.

"Shet!!"

Azu imitated Peter, uttered a curse word, and ran out.

Clark, who was waiting outside, suddenly heard a low barking.

Then in his shocked eyes, a hound rushed out behind Azu.

Seeing Azu being chased by a dog, Clark immediately ran out as fast as he could.

With the disaster approaching, Clark no longer cares about brotherhood.

"Help!"

While running, Azu opened his mouth and called for help.

But there was no one around, only the vicious dogs chasing after him.

Clark had already run away, but after hearing Azu's call for help, he mustered up the courage to return.

Clark, holding a stick, shouted to A-Zu: "Here, run over here, John!"

When A-Zu saw Clark appear, he immediately ran towards him.

"Swoosh!"

Waving the stick, Clark swung at the vicious dog that rushed over.

Unexpectedly, the opponent's movements were extremely agile, and Clark did not hit him, but fell to the ground instead.

The vicious dog ignored Clark and rushed towards A-Zu.

With a "bang", A-Zu, who was standing unsteadily, fell to the ground.

At the same time, the vicious dog also rushed over.

At the critical moment, A-Zu pinched the neck of the vicious dog with his hand, so that the sharp teeth of the vicious dog could not bite him.

The fishy smell from the opponent's mouth almost made him faint.

Gritting his teeth, A-Zu strangled the neck of the vicious dog with his hand.

The red light in his eyes became more and more intense.

"Ah!"

Finally, when the vicious dog was about to bite him, the laser in A-Zu's eyes suddenly emitted.

The hot sight that erupted with strong heat directly passed through the neck of the vicious dog.

The hot line of sight cut out horizontally, and the neck of the vicious dog was pierced by the hot knife like butter.

The originally ferocious movement of the vicious dog suddenly stopped.

"Pah!"

The neck of the vicious dog fell directly on A-Zu.

The sticky and smelly black blood poured down like a waterfall.

A-Zu's little face was instantly covered with dirty blood.

Clark stood up and saw the shocking scene in front of him.

A-Zu stood not far away, holding a dog's head in his hand, his face was covered with dirty blood, and his whole body was also splashed with blood.

A-Zu, holding the dog's head, with a face covered with dirty blood, showed Clark a smile that was uglier than crying.