"Zombie" Qian Xiaohao. original. Movies are called zombies, simply.
I was very uncomfortable, very uncomfortable, very uncomfortable, watching silently, even the people in the play spoke in a low and slow manner. The dark picture quality, the scene of fine water, I really can't understand, I don't know why this movie is like this? I don't know why I see tears in horror movies. It's just really sad and sad. When the first subtitle of the film finally appeared at the end, I thought it was time to cry. Then let me cry. There are no bustling streets in Hong Kong, only old buildings with dim light. There are no zombies, and the two Taoist priests who catch zombies live incognito in this dark building, running a glutinous rice shop. They don't know when the zombies will appear again, they remember forever. The compass hung silently on the wall without ever rotating. In their memories, there will always be Taoist priests in their hometown in groups of three or five, who live their lives casually in a regular glutinous rice shop, and at the same time incarnate justice to catch the zombies who seem to never be able to catch the zombies that are one foot tall and one foot tall. Where there are zombies, there are Taoists. They are always in one place. Without zombies to catch, the Taoist priests are gone, even if they still have glutinous rice shops.
The Taoist priest in the dark building also has a glutinous rice shop. The glutinous rice he fried is very fragrant. Many people come to his house to eat. The young man who just arrived still praised him. He was very happy to hear others compliment him. He just seemed to be smiling happily. No one knew how much bitterness was in his smile. He easily took out a large handful of glutinous rice from his pocket, and the glutinous rice flowed out from between his fingers... He watched quietly... as if he had to see something. The Taoist priest is old, unable to do what he wants, and walks swayingly. The compass had not been moved for decades, and he told the young man that it was an ancestral one.
Without zombies, all he has left are memories.
He thought about the disappearance after his father gave him the compass. He looked at the motionless compass, and he cooked sticky rice for others for decades... The black thing on the compass was blood, deep The imprint of it is engraved on it, and it has been washed for several generations, and it can't be wiped off until now.
Day after day, people in the dark building walked wave after wave, and he was still here. He persuaded the young man to forget about the past, how boring. The young man said, you still accept this thing, isn't it because of your father? The Taoist priest was stunned for a while, then smiled relievedly, and said nothing. His father put him here as a child and said he would pick him up soon, but he didn't wait. Only the quiet and dilapidated compass on the wall proves his identity...
He was waiting for the day when the compass moved.
What he was waiting for-
The compass moved.
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