The tall, skinny Taoist sneezed and said peevishly.
The short, chubby Taoist pointed down and said, "How about we change places? Staying up this high, the wind's strong and it's cold, I can't take it!"
The tall, skinny Taoist said helplessly, "Now? You mean right now?"
The short, chubby Taoist looked at the four or five Zombies under the tree, nodded, and said, "Just a few Zombies, we take care of them, then find a house that can block the wind..."
The tall, skinny Taoist rubbed his head, dandruff flying everywhere.
He said to the short, chubby Taoist, "In the daytime, when I said we should find a house to hide in, you said it wasn't safe. Now it's already night and you're telling me this?
Not going!"
The short, chubby Taoist was a bit angry, so he turned his head away and stopped paying attention to the tall, skinny Taoist.
The mountain wind was biting.
It had the two of them shivering.
