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Chapter 97 The Doctor's Kindness
"Ok?"
Jiang Lu's body trembled.
Then he felt around and found more bodies.
"It's so lively." he said in surprise.
In the past, I always started as an orphan, but this time I am with so many corpses, it is so heartwarming.
He staggered to his feet, and because he knew there were corpses all around his feet, he was extremely careful and walked forward step by step tentatively like a blind man.
Soon, he touched the stone wall, which was sticky and seemed to be covered with something.
Worried that someone had applied glue to the wall, Jiang Lu squatted down in disgust, rubbed his hand on the corpse's clothes, and then continued his horizontal exploration.
It wasn't long before he found a small wooden door.
He pushed the door, but it didn't move at all, as if it was blocked by something.
The skill had been locked. Jiang Lu tried it and found that the evil god's left hand could still be used, so he fused it with his left hand and punched the door open.
The gentle and warm sunlight instantly sprinkled on him. Jiang Lu, who had gradually become accustomed to the darkness, could not open his eyes for a while under the stimulation of the strong light.
He put his hands in front of his face, squinted his eyes, and gradually adapted.
After a long time, the sour and burning feeling slowly subsided.
Standing at the door, Jiang Lu glanced at everything in front of him and suddenly fell silent in the overwhelming stench.
When he saw the background of the mission, he had already anticipated that the rampage of the Black Death would cause great damage, but he did not expect the situation to be so bad.
The Gothic buildings exuding an eerie beauty are lined up one after another, telling of the prosperity and wealth of this city, but there is no sign of human habitation anywhere in sight.
The street in front of the door was empty, with only dead bodies covered with black spots lying on the street. Many houses had their windows and doors nailed shut with wooden boards, and then someone wrote a big P on them with black charcoal to warn future generations that there was a deadly disease here.
There were not just one or two such signs, but almost everywhere. The entire street seemed to be cursed, covered with the despair of death.
Not far from Jiang Lu, there was a fallen horse with its reins still on. The cart it was pulling carrying corpses was also overturned. Next to the cart, there was a man wrapped in an oilskin robe lying on the ground. He had a wrinkled wide-brimmed hat on his head and a bird-beak mask on his face.
A walking stick was still tightly held in his hand. It was inlaid with gems and looked very valuable, but in such a purgatory, no one dared to pick it up.
But Jiang Lu dares!
He trotted over, pulled the cane from the dead bird-beaked doctor's hand, tucked it into his waistband, and returned to the birth point.
He wanted to see if there were any clues in the house where he had just been.
But he was disappointed. Apart from counting the eighteen bodies crammed into this residential house of only a few dozen square meters, he found nothing.
As for the sticky stuff on the wall just now, it was pieces of solidified black blood.
Looking at the corpse in front of him, Jiang Lu inexplicably felt a sense of déjà vu.
"Isn't this a family bucket? KFC is Italian food?"
He muttered something, then shook his head in self-denial.
Because these corpses look different and don't look like they are from the same family.
Moreover, they were lying on the ground in all places. I don't know whether this room was used as a disposal point by the people who dealt with corpses and they just threw them in and then sealed the room, or whether they were thrown in there after being infected with the disease and left to die.
Perhaps because he has been in such a bad environment, Jiang Lu's condition also has problems.
A [Infected with Plague] BUFF appeared in his status bar.
But the problem is not big.
The healing BUFF is not a skill, so the effect always exists.
So for him, being infected with the plague or being irradiated are of the same nature.
But Jiang Lu was still a little confused.
All these people are dead, where can we investigate the truth?
And what about my teammates?
At this moment, Jiang Lu noticed someone moving among the pile of corpses.
"Ok?"
He dove in cautiously.
A woman whose body was soaked in black blood and whose clothes could not be seen could not be seen.
She closed her eyes tightly and shivered weakly.
Her body temperature was obviously too low, her whole body was cold, and it was obvious that she would not live long.
"Hey!"
Jiang Lu patted her face: "Can you hear me?"
The woman didn't react at all, but instinctively curled up into a ball.
Seeing this, Jiang Lu hesitated.
He wanted to rescue her and ask about the situation, but because she was in an unconscious state, she could not clearly express whether she wanted to be rescued or not. Jiang Lujiu was a little worried that if she didn't want to live, would he be considered violating the woman's will?
This question was so serious that he had to consider it seriously.
"Cough cough..." The woman suddenly coughed and spat out a pool of black blood. She opened her eyes with a distracted consciousness and saw Jiang Lu squatting motionless in front of her.
The will to survive supported her and she reached out to Jiang Lu.
Those lifeless olive eyes seemed to be saying: Save me, don't leave me.
Her eyes were filled with panic and terror, full of fear of death. She didn't know and didn't care who the person in front of her was. She just wanted to grab any life-saving straw.
Jiang Lu misunderstood her intention, held her hand, and assured her: "Don't worry, I'm definitely not that kind of person!"
The woman fainted again.
Then Jiang Lu continued to think.
"Should we save him or not..."
He hesitated for a long time until he realized that the woman's breath had become very weak.
Only then did Jiang Lu make up his mind.
"Forget it, forget it. Even the version on the west coast can't restrain me, so the version here should be even less frightening. If she doesn't want to live, the worst that can happen is that I can just ask her questions and then lock her in here."
Having made up his mind, Jiang Lu didn't hesitate any longer. He cleared a space around him, hesitated for a moment, and thought that there were corpses everywhere outside, so he didn't close the door.
After doing all this, he began to untie his belt with a nostalgic smile on his face:
"Ishina, we are going to fight side by side again, please lend me your healing power!!"
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Two doctors dressed in black with bird-like beaks were transporting a cart full of corpses, one pulling in the front and the other pushing in the back.
They needed to get the bodies out of the city and bury them before dark.
This is their daily work.
Unlike the corpses in the outer city that could be disposed of at will, these nobles in the inner city had to be sent outside the city for cremation, and then the remaining remains would be taken back to their families.
This undoubtedly adds a huge workload to these bird-beak doctors, but they have no choice.
“Have you changed your herbs?”
The driver asked, "The area ahead is a restricted area. If you get a little windy, you will be taken away by the god of death."
The man pushing the cart replied, "It has been changed and stuffed tightly. Now my nose is full of spicy smell. It's terrible."
"It's better than death."
When the cart was passing through a narrow alley, the driver saw something and stopped immediately.
"So you are here, Kafa, long time no see."
His tone was full of nostalgia and sadness.
"Teacher, you mean..."
"Yes." The driver pointed to an overturned carriage not far away and said, "That's my best friend who disappeared four days ago. I guessed that he was taken away by death when he walked somewhere, but I didn't expect that he died here."
The sad tone infected the person pushing the cart.
"Teacher, shall we cremate him together?"
"of course."
The cart driver nodded heavily and said, "I have to take his walking stick back. His wife and children should still be in the countryside and don't know about his death. When this catastrophe is over, I have to send his things back to him."
As they spoke, the two of them secured the cart to the side of the road and walked over to the carriage.
"Ok?"
The driver was startled, then he searched his body again, but found nothing: "Where is his walking stick?"
"Not with him?"
"No, look around and I'll see if it's in the carriage."
"it is good."
The man pushing the cart nodded and began to search the surroundings.
Fighting back his nausea, he stepped over corpse after corpse.
The corpses scattered all over the ground showed signs of decay to some extent, which was very different from the patients he had just pushed who had died not long ago. Walking among these hideous corpses made him feel a little scared and inexplicably uneasy.
He lowered his head and examined it carefully.
Suddenly, he found that the door of a house was open.
Or rather, destroyed.
The broken pieces of the gate were scattered all over the street.
This means that someone inside broke down the door.
He was full of doubts and approached slowly.