Chapter Six Hundred and Thirty Fifth Disaster Three

Meng Li looked back and saw that the officers and soldiers on the city wall also wore something similar to a mask on their faces, covering them tightly. Except for their two eyes, they had almost no skin exposed.

Similar to the people in the capital, people who go out and walk in the streets and alleys can't wait to wrap themselves in a few layers before going out.

I don't know if anyone in the capital has actually contracted the disease. If so, maybe someone will solve it in secret.

The night was so dark that she and Zheng Xian didn't seem to notice.

Zheng Xian quickly handed Meng Li a mask and said:

"This situation is too serious, it has never been so serious before."

"Save me, save me."

A woman got up from the ground with difficulty and staggered towards Zheng Xian.

Zheng Xian couldn't help but step back. These people are actually quite scary now, because they are already in a desperate situation, and they can do anything.

Meng Li glanced at the mask and couldn't tell what material it was.

You're welcome, just put on a mask to barely block the stench and rotten smell that emanated from everywhere just now.

It feels better to breathe.

The smell here is really bad, and now it's obviously a situation that the court can't control.

People can only be locked out, but people outside want to go to Beijing to ask for help.

In fact, there are already some signs of moral collapse. When those in power are doing the same despite the infamy, the situation can be imagined.

That is to say, the original owner was a boudoir lady, I just heard about it and never saw it with my own eyes.

Meng Li felt that he should not stay here for a long time, so he dragged Zheng Xian to build a channel and ran away.

This is a relatively empty place.

Zheng Xian said:

"I'll take you."

Zheng Xian released her mental power. Her mental power was relatively strong, covering a wide area. She could barely distinguish the geographical location where it appeared, and Zheng Xian led the way.

The two of them practiced Qinggong, Zheng Xian's speed was very fast, and Meng Li had only practiced for a few days, so it was a little difficult to keep up.

You can only use your running talent, and Kankan can keep up.

When they reached a peach blossom forest, Zheng Xian grabbed a handful of stones and hit them in all directions, then led Meng Li to turn left and right, and entered the peach blossom forest. There were several rooms inside, and there were guardrails at the entrance.

It's like a small farmhouse, and the lights are still lit.

Zheng Xian went in and came out. Judging from their body shape, they were a man and a woman, because they both wore Zheng Xian's masks and gloves on their hands.

The whole body is more tightly protected.

The woman said to Zheng Xian:

"Master, you are here."

Zheng Xian asked:

"Are you still alive?"

The woman nodded and said:

"According to the medicine given by the master, he took it every day, and it didn't get better, and..."

Zheng Xian: "And what?"

"It's even worse."

Zheng Xian sighed and said to a man and a woman:

"You are here waiting for me."

Zheng Xian took out a new set of gloves and gave it to Meng Li as if he was conjuring a trick. The two were equipped and entered the room. Meng Li asked:

"How did you get it?"

Zheng Xian suddenly turned around, looked at Meng Li carefully, and said:

"I have played mutant zombies in the last days before."

"I just wanted to exchange it, and I will meet the end of the world in the future. Who knows it will be used for this task, and it is not too much now. My mall is still locked."

Meng Li: ...

It's hard to imagine the lively and enthusiastic Zheng Xian playing zombies.

There was also a curtain in the room, Zheng Xian lifted the curtain, and inside was a bed with a man lying on the bed.

Shirtless.

The man had a rash all over his body, and his hands were scratching unconsciously, so that the sheets were covered in mottled blood, and his body was bloody.

Meng Li approached the man and entered a little, looking at the man's blushing face and heavy breath, a bit like symptoms of high fever and inability to wake up.

And when you are close to the man, you can smell the corrupt breath from the mouth and nose between the man's breath.

Meng Li squinted his eyes and used his mental power to scan the man's body, and the man suddenly sat up.

Fortunately, Meng Li reacted quickly, otherwise he would have run into the man.

Meng Li stepped back abruptly and almost failed to stabilize her figure. When she stabilized her figure, Meng Li saw the man scratching his back heavily, and blood beads came out one by one.

Seemingly enough, the man lay down again, and it seemed that his consciousness was very blurred.

I can't feel the pain in my body anymore.

Meng Li said to Zheng Xian:

Help me hold him down. "

Zheng Xian took a rope and tied the man to the bed.

Wearing gloves, Meng Li opened the man's eyelids to take a look. The whites of his eyes were extremely cloudy, and Meng Li squeezed the man's mouth again. The man's tongue was yellow and greasy, exuding an indescribable smell.

A prime-aged man looks like a twilight old man in every way.

Meng Li opened the curtain and walked outside again. Looking at the medicine jars placed on the ground outside, Meng Li asked what medicine Zheng Xiandu was using.

Zheng Xian said it one by one.

At the end, he looked at Meng Li with bright eyes:

"Ali, is there anything you can do?"

Meng Li shook his head:

"If it weren't for your medicine, I feel that this man might have died long ago, but I think the situation is very bad. Even if there is medicine, it won't last long."

Meng Li spread his hands, his eyes helpless:

"And I can't think of any way to solve the problem."

The imperial court has long posted a list of emperors, and whoever offers a recipe to control the plague will be willing to give it up.

The mice sacrificed batch after batch, and the people who offered the recipe came batch after batch, to no avail.

"It's a pity that we don't have modern instruments, otherwise we might know more."

Zheng Xian said a little disappointedly.

Meng Li shook his head and pondered for a while:

"Modern technology can't conquer every virus either."

"And the disease is coming so fast, it's faster than normal."

Zheng Xian sighed, and Meng Li closed his eyes and sensed the will of Heaven.

It's impossible for Heaven to let this virus exist in the world, and then let everyone die, right?

Like this general direction of Heaven's Will, Meng Li can keenly capture a little bit through his talent.

But Meng Li didn't sense that Heavenly Dao had this will, not at all.

Meng Li asked Zheng Xian, "Is this a normal plane?"

Zheng Xian tilted his head and said:

"Yes, I feel so."

Meng Li said:

"This disease can't be treated, but it can be prevented if there are prescriptions."

"But I can't think of any way to prevent this."

The capital won’t last long like this, the food in the city will always be exhausted, and there’s no guarantee that these sick people will forcefully attack the city.

If you get a disease, you won't die immediately, you still need to eat, and you want to live.

At that time, it is estimated that their safety cannot be guaranteed.

Zheng Xian frowned and looked at Meng Li:

"Why am I so unlucky?"

Meng Li expressed sympathy.

"Let's go back and think about it." Meng Li supported his forehead, a little worried. Quick Pass Mission: Cannon Fodder Comes Back ()