Marvel's King of the Undead

"hiss..."

An unconscious groan sounded.

As soon as he regained consciousness, Wayne felt like a small boat in a stormy sea.

Wave after wave of huge waves kept rolling, as if the whole world was swaying crazily up and down with the waves.

at last,

After an unknown amount of time, the storm finally ended. Before he could enjoy the sunshine after the rain, Wayne felt his consciousness shaking again.

This time it was no longer the kind of up and down bumps, but constant rotation, and then rotation, as if I was sitting on a merry-go-round that had been accelerated countless times.

If Wayne were asked to think of one word to describe his current feelings, the only choice would be,

The world is spinning,

the earth shakes,

Finally, Wayne felt his body regain some strength.

I struggled to open my eyes,

For the first time, Wayne did not choose to observe the surrounding situation, but struggled to support himself with his elbows.

"Ugh...Ugh"

He retched a few times,

He wasn't able to spit anything out, but it still made Wayne feel a little better.

After a while,

Wayne looked like a hungover person, with a hint of confusion in his eyes as he began to look at his surroundings.

wood,

wood,

Still wood,

Sitting under him was a wooden bed. There was no mattress, just a simple hard board.

There is an old-looking cabinet next to the wooden bed, and the wooden surface has been touched with oil.

The ceiling and floor of the entire room are also made of wood. Other than that, the entire room has nothing and looks very simple.

Feeling that his body had regained some strength, Wayne stood up slowly, walked to the wall and knocked lightly.

"Dong dong..."

The sound was slightly dull.

"It's really solid wood."

Wayne said to himself,

Subsequently,

Slowly came to the wooden door,

Stretch out your hand to open the door,

But as soon as he raised his hand, he quickly put it down.

Everything here has a hint of weirdness,

In this age of advanced technology, how can anyone still use such ancient things?

The wooden cabinet next to the bed looks to be at least several decades old.

"It's better to be cautious in a place like this."

Wayne rubbed his temples and was about to focus his mental energy on his eyes.

"Squeak..."

The door opened.

"you're awake."

A sturdy black man walked in from the door. He was slightly startled when he saw Wayne, but he quickly recovered and said with a smile.

"Uh...."

Wayne licked his dry lips. The black man in front of him looked very kind. It seemed that he had a good character this time and had not been bumped into by those crazy scientists again.

"How is your body recovering?"

The black man looked at Wayne and continued to ask.

"good."

I answered subconsciously,

Wayne suddenly looked at himself. His previous clothes should have been burned to ashes in the nuclear explosion, but now he was wearing a linen shirt.

The style is very simple, very similar to the one worn by the black people opposite.

old wood,

Simple linen shirt,

simple bedroom,

"Is this a farm?"

Wayne muttered quietly.

Everything here was exactly the same as the farmer's home he heard others talk about when he was a child.

Although Wayne has been used to seeing big scenes in the past year, the people he deals with are either billionaires, spy chiefs, or aliens.

But to be honest,

From an ordinary person's perspective, Wayne's life experience can be described as a black hole.

He has never experienced most of the things that ordinary children have experienced.

The staff at the welfare home will not be as patient as their biological parents in providing them with some common sense of life or social news.

The only way they understand the world is

It was the dilapidated old TV that was about to be scrapped, and some other children who were taken in by the orphanage.

To this day, Wayne still remembers that there was a scrawny child who wore clothes similar to his own when he first arrived at the orphanage.

It is said that the child was the illegitimate son of a farmer and was not popular. He was abandoned because of a trivial matter.

"What did you say"

The black man asked with a puzzled look on his face. Wayne's voice just now was so soft that he didn't hear it clearly.

"Well, it's nothing. Where is this?"

Wayne leaned gently against the wall.

I still feel a little dizzy in my mind,

This feeling of dizziness does not seem to be due to my physical reasons, but to mental dizziness.

The damn life energy has been sneaking into my mind again during this period.

Wayne closed his eyes,

Before he had time to carefully feel the condition of his brain, the black man said again: "Come with me, I will take you to meet the owner of this place, and she will tell you everything."

finished,

The black man turned around and left,

The speed was not too fast, and he seemed to be taking care of Wayne, who was recovering from a serious illness.

It seems,

The other party really seemed to have no ill intentions towards him. Rather than pondering over some things that he had and didn't have, it would be better to experience farm life.

"It seems that I am still affected by Nick and his group of agents who are constantly fighting each other. I am almost suffering from paranoia."

After a slight hesitation, Wayne straightened out his somewhat messy clothes and followed the black man in front of him.

The corridor outside is still made of wood.

When you step on it, it will make a "crunch, crunch" sound. If you let a three or four-year-old child step on it, you can probably play with this sound all day long.

But Wayne is no child;

After getting used to the slight dizziness in his brain, Wayne caught up with the black man in front of him in two or three steps.

The black man glanced at Wayne who was following him.

It seemed that Wayne was a little surprised at the speed of his body's recovery.

Then they quickened their pace, and the two of them soon arrived at a place similar to a living room.

The entire living room is still made of wood.

But the architectural style is obviously different from the American farms on TV.

The black man brought Wayne to the living room, motioned to Wayne to wait for a while, and then walked straight to the other side.

no one around,

Wayne began to look at the living room.

First of all,

This living room is very large.

It was at least seven or eight times larger than the previous cabin.

Secondly,

In addition to the wooden coffee table and a few benches, there is also a xylophone.

Wayne walked to the xylophone and randomly plucked the strings twice, making a crisp sound.

"Hello."

suddenly,

A soft voice came from behind Wayne.

look back,

Wayne found a bald head appearing from nowhere, standing behind him and looking at him.

He was not a black bald head like Nick, but a white bald head of the same species as the professor. His body looked very thin, as if it could be blown over by a gust of wind, and his slightly rough linen clothes were neatly arranged.

"Hello."

Wayne twitched the corners of his mouth and said while suppressing his smile.

The bald farmer's appearance gave him an inexplicable feeling of familiarity. Standing in front of her was like standing in front of a professor.

"Do you understand piano?"

The bald man walked to the xylophone, reached out and plucked the strings skillfully, and asked.

"don't know."

Wayne answered honestly,

immediately,

After looking at this unique hall, and then at the bald man playing the strings, a kind smile appeared on his face.

“Your farm tastes really good.”