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- Countless eyes are like a collection of countless Picasso-style paintings that distort time and space, giving people a strange sense of visual terror.
"What did you think of?" Chen Lei looked unhappy.
"There is a good painter here."
"Huh?" Chen Lei didn't expect that Yang Zongbao was still in the mood to joke.
"Just kidding, we might be in trouble." Yang Zongbao stared at the wall: "In my opinion, this is a bit of religious worship. Look, almost all of them are bleeding eyes. But although these bleeding eyes vary in size, The shapes vary, but¡¡±
Yang Zongbao stepped back.
"What's wrong?" Chen Lei also retreated.
The men of Rigui and Monk Hua were vigilant in three directions with guns in hand. They did not feel the need to participate in the discussion with Yang Zongbao.
"It's so beautiful" Monk Hua marveled at Yang Zongbao.
"What do you think?" Yang Zongbao knew that Monk Hua understood this abnormal picture and symbol more accurately than he did. Because perverts understand perverts better.
¡°What a talent.¡± Monk Hua is not very up to date.
"Speak carefully." Yang Zongbao narrowed his eyes dangerously.
"Oh, it's very troublesome. In fact, this is a three-dimensional graffiti, but you need to stand at a special angle to see the paintings hidden inside." Monk Hua said, moving aside with Yang Zongbao.
"Did you see it? Squint your eyes and look."
Yang Zongbao looked over as Monk Hua said - sure enough, the eyes first gathered together, then gradually rotated, and finally the picture hidden between the gaps in the eyes appeared. It was a painting, a very bloody painting
"Just forget it if you've seen it, don't tell anyone else." Yang Zongbao made a decisive decision and turned around and shouted to the Japanese ghost: "Get on the road."
Chen Lei¡¯s face was pale, and he obviously saw the hidden picture.
A group of people walked towards the city.
The closer you get to the center of the city, the more dilapidated it becomes, and the rancid smell is nauseating.
¡°Evil, what kind of place is this?¡± Yang Shuo started retching as he spoke.
"Stop throwing up, what you eat now is very precious." Monk Hua didn't like Yang Shuo and always looked for opportunities to attack him.
"What the hell is this place?" Yang Shuo said angrily.
"Shut up and follow along." Yang Zongbao ignored the grumbling Yang Shuo.
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"There's someone" Chen Lei suddenly saw someone lying on the ground on the roadside in front of him, and he rushed forward.
Yang Zongbao couldn't stop him in time, so he could only look at Monk Hua and let him go up and stare.
Monk Hua understood, drew his samurai sword, followed Chen Lei and stepped forward to check.
There is indeed a person on the ground.
Chen Lei squatted down and shook the man who fell on the roadside with his hand: "Wake up, are you okay"
The person on the ground did not respond. Chen Lei used his hands to lift the blanket covering the person on the ground.
As soon as the blanket was lifted, an overwhelming number of flies swooped towards Chen Lei's face. Chen Lei was so frightened that he backed away: "Dead?"
"Not dead." Wait for the flies to finish flying. Yang Zongbao knelt down and took a look.
"That's disgusting." Yang Shuo covered his nose and refused to step forward.
¡°If he¡¯s not dead, please save him quickly.¡± Chen Lei urged.
"Do you think it can be saved?" Yang Zongbao stood up.
"Why can't you, can't give up your life?" Chen Lei said anxiously.
"I'm not giving up. Why don't you see what's wrong with this person?" Yang Zongbao had no choice but to take off all the blankets.
"Hiss"
Except for Rigui and Monk Hua, everyone else gasped.
It turned out that the man curled up on the ground had half his face completely empty. From the surface, you can see teeth and gums, as well as empty eye sockets A section of intestines has been dragged out of the belly, and there are crawling insects on it
"But, the person is still alive." At this time, Chen Lei also saw clearly that the abdomen of the person on the ground was still rising and falling weakly, obviously he was still alive.
"Monk Hua gave him a ride." Yang Zongbao said to Monk Hua.
"Okay." As soon as Monk Hua finished speaking, he raised the knife and dropped it, and the heads of the people on the ground were separated.
"Yang Zongbao, you are so cruel" Chen Lei now regretted accompanying Yang Zongbao in. They were a group of people who were so inhumane that they actually attacked people who had no ability to resist.
"Don't think that you are the only one who is noble." Monk Hua's sword did not return to its sheath, but stood upright at his side. The remaining blood on the blade did not flow down at all, it all flowed along theThe blade dropped to the ground. With his black hair tied behind his back, Monk Hua was very hard-boned and upright at this time. He looked at Yang Zongbao with eyes full of admiration: "Put away your cheap sympathy. You will never reach his height in this life." Monk Hua did not allow anyone to question Yang Zongbao's decision. If Chen Lei hadn't been useful, he would have been dead by now.
"Hmph, that's nice to say" Yang Shuo was frightened by Yang Zongbao's thunderous tactics just now, and when he came back to his senses, he was about to say something sarcastic.
Monk Hua suddenly waved his knife. The samurai sword passed through the air in a very beautiful and cold arc, and finally landed on Yang Shuo's neck: "I really want to cut it off with one knife to see if there is any paste inside your head."
"Kill me? Do you dare? You are Yang Zongbao's dog. He doesn't say anything. Do you dare?" Yang Shuo sneered, thinking that he was telling the truth.
¡°¡¡± Monk Hua looked at Yang Zongbao.
Yang Zongbao was finally willing to speak: "Monk Hua is much more important than you, Yang Shuo. If you continue to talk nonsense, Monk Hua will just cut it off. You don't have to know me. As for whether it is nonsense, Monk Hua has the final say."
"You" Yang Shuo did not expect Yang Zongbao to say this: "Heizhi will not let you go."
"Monk Hua, we will deal with the black branches when the time comes." Yang Zongbao said without mercy.
Kurozhi didn¡¯t know why he suddenly felt uncomfortable.
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"Where have all the people gone? There's not a single human hair left." After walking for two hours, the Japanese ghost couldn't help but complain.
"Let's take a rest where you are." Yang Zongbao thought clearly and simply walked into an abandoned laundry shop on the roadside, took out compressed biscuits and chewed them.
Seeing that Yang Zongbao moved first, others followed suit.
"Sir, there is no way to continue searching like this." Rigui said as he handed Yang Zongbao a bottle of water.
"Don't worry, just wait." Yang Zongbao took out a few cans from his backpack, opened them and handed them to Rigui: "Go, take them out and put them in front of the store."
"Okay." Although he didn't know why, the Japanese ghost still did as he was told.
Everyone is taking a break and revising.
Yang Shuo has shut his mouth since Yang Zongbao spoke, and at the same time stayed far away from Monk Hua.
Yang Zongbao stared at the door of the store.
Not long after, someone poked their head around the street corner.
"Japanese ghost, bring someone in. I want to question him." Yang Zongbao ordered Rigui. Yang Zongbao was not good at arresting people, so he let the skilled Japanese ghosts do it.
The Japanese ghosts were gearing up and guarding the door of the store.
Finally, the man on the street corner appeared and rushed towards the cans at the door of the store.
At this moment, the Japanese ghost also moved.
With almost no effort, he subdued the person, then carried him into the laundry and threw it in front of Yang Zongbao.
Yang Zongbao was surprised. The person in front of him was unexpectedly young.
"Where can I find patients with bleeding eyes?" Yang Zongbao asked in what he thought was a gentle tone.
"Humph" The man on the ground did not answer Yang Zongbao's question, but stuffed the contents of the can into his mouth in a very embarrassed manner
"I'm asking you a question" The Japanese ghost kicked the person to the ground. The food in his mouth also flew out of his mouth and splashed on the ground. But the person who was captured still ignored it and licked the food on the ground into his mouth
"Go back to the question, I still have it here." Yang Zongbao had an open can in his hand.
Finally, he succeeded in attracting the attention of the people on the ground. He stared at Yang Zongbao's hand and refused to let go. After a long time, he quietly said: "Ask"
The voice is hoarse, but it can¡¯t stop being young.
Yang Zongbao didn¡¯t expect that the other party was so young: ¡°What¡¯s your name?¡±
"Southern Expedition."
"Do you know anyone with bleeding eyes?"
"have no idea."
Although Nan Zheng said he didn¡¯t know, Yang Zongbao noticed something wrong with the tone of his answer and knew he wasn¡¯t telling the truth: ¡°I¡¯m here to treat them.¡±
"Humph, many people wanted to catch people with bleeding eyes. But no one really said it was to treat them." Nan Zheng didn't believe Yang Zongbao at all.
"Take it." Yang Zongbao passed the can.
Nan Zheng hurriedly climbed over and devoured it.
While Nan Zheng was focusing on food, Yang Zongbao suddenly said, "Come with me."
"What?" Nan Zheng slurred with his mouth full of food: "I don't bleed, what do you want from me?"
"You hide it well, but you can't escapepast my eyes. "Yang Zongbao smiled slightly.
"Master" The Japanese ghost didn't understand either. This kid's eyes were obviously empty.
"The blood on your eyelids hasn't dried yet. I saw it when you rolled your eyes."
As soon as Yang Zongbao finished speaking, Rigui took a few steps forward to control Nan Zheng, and forcefully opened his eyelids - sure enough, they were all blood red.
"Come with me." Yang Zongbao achieved his goal and was ready to lead his people back.
"I'm not going." Nan Zheng struggled out of the Japanese ghost's hands, rolled to the corner, and looked at Yang Zongbao and the others warily: "You want to take me to a blood sacrifice."
"I am a doctor." Yang Zongbao emphasized: "I will really take you out for treatment."
"Liar. In fact, as soon as you came in, I followed you. If you were a doctor, why did you kill people?" Nan Zheng stared at the katana in Monk Hua's hand and retracted his body into the wall as much as possible. When Monk Hua killed someone, Nan Zheng will remember the cold light of that samurai sword for the rest of his life.
"We are really doctors. That person just now, do you think it is better to be alive or dead?" Yang Zongbao asked.
"Of course it's better to die than live." Chen Lei spoke up.
"Yes, are you going to live and watch yourself being eaten clean by scavengers?"
It was not a question raised by Nan Zheng, but Yang Zongbao answered it to Nan Zheng.
"You can take him out for treatment." Chen Lei spoke again.
"I asked you why you keep arguing." Monk Hua couldn't help but put the knife on Chen Lei's neck.
"What? You want to kill me too. I originally thought you were a good doctor, so I risked my life to follow you in. But I didn't expect you to be so cruel and ruthless. It's better to just die than to collude with you."
"That man's intestinal perforation is very serious, and his abdominal organs have been dissolved by gastric acid and digestive juices. He cannot be saved. It is better to end his pain as soon as possible." Yang Zongbao still said to Nan Zheng.
"" Chen Lei also calmed down, but immediately reacted: "Why do you draw conclusions? How old are you? Even if you are a doctor, you will make misdiagnoses"
"I will not misdiagnose." Yang Zongbao immediately denied Chen Lei's statement.
"How can you be sure that you will not misdiagnose?" Chen Lei refused.
Yang Zongbao did not engage in a verbal dispute with Chen Lei, but said to Nan Zheng: "Come with me. But there is no guarantee of cure."
Nan Zheng lowered his head, wondering what he was thinking.
Yang Zongbao was not in a hurry and waited slowly.
Finally Nan Zheng spoke before dark: "I can't leave."
"Then I'm sorry, I'll find someone else." Yang Zongbao didn't say much: "I need a tube of your blood, and I hope to cooperate."
"I agree with this." Nan Zheng stretched out his hand.
Monk Hua came forward with a syringe and drew blood on Nan Zheng's arm: "You kid missed a good opportunity. If there is anyone in Tianluo who can cure your disease, there is only one person. It is the person standing in front of you. But You just missed your opportunity."
"Who is he?" Nan Zheng asked in confusion.
"It doesn't matter who he is anymore, we are going to find the next patient." Monk Hua said charmingly and put the extracted blood into the box he carried with him. The box is filled with nitrogen liquid, but it can't withstand it for long. It can maintain low temperatures for up to 36 hours.
"There are still two and a half days." Yang Zongbao said calmly: "If the patient cannot be found within two and a half days, I will not care. That is God's will."
"Why?" Chen Lei asked.
"Because this box can only last three days, and I have many things to do and don't have time to waste it like this." Yang Zongbao said helplessly.
"But you can come in again." Chen Lei still emphasized.
"Yes, but I won't take any more risks." Yang Zongbao's tone became very majestic, as if he was deliberately exerting pressure. It is hard to believe that a young man in his 20s can make others feel majestic in his words. But Yang Zongbao did it. Everyone present felt heavy after Yang Zongbao finished speaking. The words carry the meaning of understanding human death
"There are so many people here, more than 100,000, why don't you save them?" Chen Lei asked without confidence.
"Our master's life can be exchanged for the lives of more people, but we can't risk it for just a few hundred thousand people." Rigui answered on behalf of Yang Zongbao.
"What evidence is there?" Chen Lei didn't believe it at all.
"You still don't believe it, do you still know about the plague in the United States?" Japanese ghost rolled his eyes and asked.
"There was a report on TV." Chen Lei didn't know why the Japanese ghost mentioned that incident a few years ago.?Is it still related to Yang Zongbao? Thinking of this, Chen Lei glanced at Yang Zongbao suspiciously. Then he immediately rejected his idea. How old was Yang Zongbao a few years ago? Probably still in college? How can it be connected to the most recent disaster in human history?
"Who knows who can solve the epidemic?" Japanese ghost asked proudly when he saw that the other party had gone his own way.
"You won't say it's related to Yang Zongbao, right?" Chen Lei asked casually.
"Of course, he is our master. He also received medals and titles." The Japanese ghost said proudly. Because Yang Zongbao was in poor health after the epidemic and was recuperating, Qiangwei took care of all this. But the current relationship between Qiangwei and Yang Zongbao so Yang Zongbao has been reluctant to mention it. Today, the Japanese ghost is talking fast for a while, and the picture is happy. But as soon as the words came out, he immediately reacted, looked at Yang Zongbao secretly, and found that he had no reaction, so he put his heart back to its original position, but he did not dare to mention the knighthood and the medal again.
"Liar, I remember reporting that I was from the United States." Chen Lei was very eager to expose the Japanese ghost's lies.
"Yes, our master used to have American nationality." The Japanese ghost blocked every question from Chen Lei.
At this time, Chen Lei couldn't believe it anymore and silently closed his mouth, not knowing what he was thinking.
"Can you really cure diseases?" Nan Zheng, who was hiding in the corner, finally spoke.
Yang Zongbao knew the point was coming.
Yang Zongbao, who had been putting up with the nonsense just now, finally got the result.
"I can't, but I will try my best. If I don't try my best, more than 100,000 people here will be blocked here for life. This is already a dead city, and it will become a hell." Yang Zongbao induced.
"It's already hell." Nan Zheng suddenly raised his head and said, "I can leave for you, but can you help me save someone?"
"The reason?" Yang Zongbao asked.
"That's my sister. She was captured and will be sacrificed in blood tomorrow." Nan Zheng said faintly.
"Blood sacrifice?" Yang Zongbao thought of the graffiti at the entrance to the city, and the images hidden in the graffiti. - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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