Chapter 435 A Person’s End

Still no vision occurred, it was as if this area had forgotten how to be angry, and all the passionate emotions had died in the past.

There are no birds hanging around, not even the meddling crows.

Lin Qi had just stopped in the village for a while when the sky turned gray and the first drop of blood fell from the sky to the ground, bringing with it a continuous drizzle.

Under the scarlet rain curtain, at Lynch's feet, in front of the houses with open doors on both sides of the street, and on the empty street, subtle moans were poured into the blood.

"I feel so bad. Doctor"

"Doctor Anlai save her. Little Nona coughed up blood."

The corpse appeared out of thin air in the empty village. The corpse held a young corpse high and leaned against the window. Its wide, frozen eyes were still looking at the center of the village.

There was a makeshift isolation area there, with bodies of old and young lying on beds.

Right at Lynch's feet, a boy maintained a climbing posture, his empty eyes filled with pus. Lynch could see his insides, with only the outermost layer of skin remaining.

Even so, he was still reaching out towards the center of the village, as if he wanted to grab something.

Lynch passed one corpse after another. The tiny life occupied the village, but it was burned clean before he could get close to the lizard man.

The dead in various forms all have the same characteristics - they seem to be affected by something in their minds, maybe it is an instinctive desire to survive, or it may be a higher-level suggestion. Everyone is looking at the same position.

Even the corpse, which was obviously caused by the despair before death and still held a rusty weapon in its hand, tilted its neck at a strange angle and stared deeply into the village.

"You killed them," Lynch read the message.

The bloody rain fell quietly, washing away the corpses one after another, soaking the rotting and unwilling dead in the blood.

The world is stagnant, and every frame seems to have a pause, just like Lynch's experience when he deliberately slows down his senses - time is slowing down.

More calls for help, screams, angry roars, scoldings, comforts and cries emerged in the rain. When the seekers failed to be healed, violence appeared in the souls of the dying people.

Half-real and half-real shadows were stumbling on the street, either holding children or supporting each other. They were pushing and yelling to squeeze out a way to survive, but the chaos eventually caused everyone to be blocked on the road.

More transcendent violence occurred when the first person fell on the road. Anger, fear, and eagerness to save his son triggered madness and finally madness.

More and more people were pushed to the ground. People forgot etiquette, friendship, and order. They trampled and killed some of the weak first. People deep in the village standing alone next to the sick shouted feebly. , but it couldn't stop people's frenzy.

Death began to spread. The middle-aged doctor wearing a bird's beak mask took off his mask. Blood overflowed from the gaps between his eyes, mouth, and ears. He coughed violently, and could no longer utter a cry to maintain order.

The protection of mortals is too weak. Everyone knows that when the sight of the Father of Decay is on the world, the plague cannot be contained or intercepted.

This has been the truth for eight thousand years, a rule made of death and infection.

The hopeless mob rushed to the doctor, but he could save no one.

People stepped on the corpse and rushed through the isolation wooden railing, crowding around the only doctor. I don't know who moved the hand first. The irrational people firmly grabbed the doctor's robe, arms, legs, and neck.

As if they could be saved as long as they could touch the doctor, dense arms rushed to reach out to the doctor.

When the wishes were not fulfilled, the riots intensified.

First, a man who was about to be tortured to death by the disease knocked down the doctor. Questions were passed around the group like a plague. The doctor's explanations and pleas were choked by violent coughs. He tried in vain to search for the medicine bag, but he still couldn't. Failed to seize the opportunity.

The beatings speak of complete chaos. After people find their only hope is beaten to death, the remaining people can only squat on the ground or lie in the corner, watching each other die.

The dense shadows quickly faded, groaning in the rain of blood, and finally disappeared.

When Lin Qi reached the center of the village, another shadow appeared.

As if fate was playing a joke, or as if the mighty one was invisible taunting him, the doctor who was supposed to be dead climbed up from among the corpses and stared blankly around the dead village.

Feelings of joy, anger, sorrow, and hatred all passed over the doctor's face in just a few breaths. He seemed to be communicating with an invisible existence, or was scolding or pleading, or suddenly fell into hysterical self-doubt, beating like crazy. own head.

He finally stood up as if possessed, staggered back to the house, opened a black leather book with his cracked, half-bloody, half-pus fingers, and turned directly to the last page, using his hand There was blood scrawled on it.

He seemed to have found a cure for this plague.

After finishing writing, the doctor suddenly swept the book to the ground, lay on the table cowardly and cried softly.

Shadows appear intermittently in the world, flickering, disappearing and appearing.

The rain became more intense, silently washing away the filthy ground, so quiet that it seemed like an illusion.

".Kill me, help me, kill me."

Invisible, whispering auditory hallucinations appeared in Lin Qi's ears.

Even living is a torture after losing everything, let alone being enslaved by a mortal enemy.

It was as if a man who could no longer make a sound was shouting.

".Please kill me."

It's like a person calling in vain in a closed cell.

".Good Samaritan. Please help me, whoever you are..Kill me, kill me."

This was a very difficult thing, but he had chosen the right person.

Teclis reached an agreement with the refugees that he would unlock the wanted order for them, which required a meeting with the Elector, and they still did not know what was going on in the south.

Everyone in the conversation did not notice the flaming clouds in the sky, until waves of exclamations came back to everyone's thoughts and brought their eyes to the sky.

Flames streamed through the clouds, inverted.

The Archmage's second sight keenly saw the light green smoke clouds engulfed in flames, and the disaster ended before it even began.

The mage continued to house the refugees, and in order to cover up the situation, he mortgaged several carriages.

Now the team has just grown a little bit bigger.

It was not until evening that the lizards returned, and there was an open space full of scorch marks in the forest. Teclis knew that there was no need to ask anymore, and there was no need to worry about the follow-up.