Chapter 187 Don’t Take Other Things

Lan Shiwen locked his phone and stuffed it into the lining of his Zhongshan suit: "I can't wait three days. This plague god must go now, immediately."

After saying that, he quickened his pace and ran towards the intensive care unit.

"What happened?" Ning Zhe quickly caught up with him and asked.

"All the people I sent to Yanglao Village lost contact, even though each of them had a copper coin on them." Lan Shiwen said as he ran, "The second group of people who followed into Yanglao Village all had seven copper coins, but only one person came back alive and reported the situation inside to the outside world."

"What happened inside?"

"on fire."

A huge fire spread silently, burning all over the mountains and fields, steaming the paddy fields. The enchanting tongues of flames crackled on the golden and plump ears of rice, like the smile of an evil spirit.

Lan Shiwen sent a drone photo to Ning Zhe's device. When he clicked on the screen, he saw:
All I saw was a huge human face portrait outlined by red flames and charred earth lying quietly in the center of the screen. It had a ferocious face and a hideous expression. The continuous tongues of fire were its bulging blue veins, and the charred gullies in the farmland were its wrinkles. It was as if a dying old man was buried alive under the soil, struggling to stick a resentful face out of the ground, wailing silently.

"The ghost is coming." Ning Zhe murmured softly.

There is no next photo because the drone and the person operating it are already dead.

Lan Shiwen stood in front of the door with his head raised, using his iris to unlock the security system of Yin Lishang's ward. A middle-aged man in uniform stood beside him, reporting something softly:
"Mr. Liu asked me to tell you that the medical team he invited from abroad has boarded the plane and will arrive in Yundu this afternoon. He meant that there is no rush to deal with the strange incident. At least before the medical team takes over Mr. Liu's treatment, the Plague God must not move..."

Lan Shiwen took a deep breath and said seriously, "Do you know what time it is now? It's not even eight in the morning, and his crappy medical team won't arrive until the afternoon. The whole day is enough time for the ghosts to crawl into the city and kill all of us."

The uniformed man used his left hand to support the bone conduction headset fixed behind his ear, lowered his head and said: "If it is an upgrader of your level, Mr. Lan, it should be able to delay the deterioration of the situation. The granters trained in Yunzhou will also assist you..."

"What if it can't be delayed? What if the ghost crawls into the city? Who will be responsible for the impact? Who will pay for the lives of innocent citizens in Yundu? The man with the surname Liu?" Lan Shiwen's tone was still steady, but veins were already throbbing on his forehead: "I want to get rid of the God of Plague now, immediately."

The man in uniform was stunned for a moment and lowered his head even more: "Mr. Liu said that he can take responsibility..."

Lan Shiwen's face darkened.

The upgraders are too deeply involved with the government, which has both advantages and disadvantages. The advantage is that when dealing with strange events, they basically don't need to care about the impact, and there are always dedicated people to cooperate and clean up the mess, and they get almost unlimited resources and manpower support. The disadvantage is that certain specific actions cannot be done at will, and they need to go through complicated procedures and approvals.

Ning Zhe is different, he is a free man, a free and unrestrained free man.

Money can't buy my happiness, and nothing can compare to my joy. This is what people like him are like.

But before Ning Zhe could say anything, Lan Shiwen, who had been calm and collected, suddenly jumped up. He pulled out a pistol from his waist and fired two shots at the legs of the uniformed man.

"Mr. Lan!"

"Tell the Liu guy to run as far as he can now, because his entire family will die after today. I repeat: everyone in his Liu family within the fifth degree of mourning, regardless of gender, age or status, will all die." Lan Shiwen kicked the uniformed man who was shot in both legs to the ground, walked across the corridor, forcibly pried open a fully enclosed ward next to the isolation ward where Yin Lishang was, and walked straight in.

boom--

Lan Shiwen walked out of the ward holding a gun and wiped the sweat off his forehead with the back of his hand: "Let's go, Yeyao, the problem is solved."

Ning Zhe pointed to the ground and said, "Someone is going upstairs. I'm afraid it won't be easy for you to walk."

"I'll take care of it." Lan Shiwen said expressionlessly.

"Okay, I'll go first. Once you've dealt with things here, bring the God of Plague here." Ning Zhe said, walking to the window sill: "I have a feeling that what happened in Yanglao Village is related to the absence of the God of Plague."

Before he finished speaking, Ning Zhe's body fell out of the window.

A peregrine falcon flapped its wings and broke through the wind, leaving the blocked Yun City Hospital. This place was no longer peaceful.

Ning Zhe flew out of the Yundu city area with tall buildings on his wings, and landed in a gas station at the highway intersection. He bought a large-displacement motorcycle for free from a biker who was buying cigarettes in a convenience store, and without saying a word, he pedaled away, leaving the crying and scolding behind him.

The peregrine falcon is one of the fastest flying birds on earth, but that is only a theoretical sprint speed, which consumes a lot of physical energy. Yanglao Village is about 20-30 kilometers away from the Yundu urban area, and he was too tired to fly there like that.

He drove at a speed of 320 kilometers per hour all the way. The sky eye probe on the highway recorded the heroic figure of the ghost fire boy in the violation record library. However, Ning Zhe didn't care about things like deductions because he didn't even have a driver's license.

After speeding for a while, a heat wave hit us on the highway, and a wildfire was rising in the rice fields by the roadside.

Ning Zhe did not slow down at all. Instead, he stepped on the accelerator to the bottom and pushed his feet hard. The motorcycle he bought for zero yuan was kicked into the ditch on the side of the road. Ning Zhe's whole body leaped forward with the inertia of the sprint. In mid-air, he turned into a python and passed through the advancing wall of fire, until his five-tenths-cooked body fell heavily on the charred soil. He turned into a young man wearing a demon mask again, with a pure black travel bag on his back.

In the fire scene, there was a lot of steam, and the accumulated water in the rice fields was boiled by the scorching temperature, cooking the soles of shoes that stepped on the mud into soft and chewy textures.

"Damn, what the hell is this..." Ning Zhe unzipped his travel bag and put on a gas mask to filter out the smoke from the fire. Then, a name came out of his mouth: "Nianjun."

As soon as he finished speaking, a crimson wedding dress quietly appeared in his sight. The snow-white girl without facial features had an exquisite and curvy figure. Her delicate hands, like peeled spring bamboo shoots, were holding an old and dry almanac.

Ning Zhe walked over to He Nianjun on the boiling mud, stretched out his left hand and turned the page of today's almanac:
[Lunar June 17th]

[Suitable for: marriage, sacrifice, pest control, hunting, net making, fishing, coming-of-age ceremony]

【Avoid: Don’t take other things】

"Hold."

(End of this chapter)

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