When Shen Qingchuan and Zhou Wenhui saw Master Shanzhi, the two stepped forward to greet them.

"The master is polite," Shen Qingchuan and Zhou Wenhui clasped their hands together.

Good wisdom but white beard and white eyebrows, a kind face to return the courtesy.

"The two donors, don't worry too much, the stars are still bright and full of merits, but the heart is in the illusion, and the poor monks will pray for her. Misfortune and blessing are far away, this is her calamity, and it is also her vitality."

Yun Jin will be fine, will he?

Zhou Wenhui was a little unsure whether what she heard was true.

Shen Qingchuan's eyes also lit up a little, and he looked at Master Shanzhi's eyes, full of gratitude.

Master Shanzhi looked at the two people in front of him and nodded slightly.

"Thank you, Master, I will instruct someone to prepare something for you to fast and pray for," Shen Qingchuan said.

"No need, the time has come," Master Shanzhi looked at Sedo.

Shen Qingchuan followed Master Shanzhi's line of sight and saw nothing.

Master Shanzhi turned to look at the disciple behind him, "Amitabha, return to your position." ”

"Amitabha" One hundred and eight monks folded their hands and sat down cross-legged.

The sound of chanting and the sound of wooden fish are intertwined into a distant Sanskrit sound.

Grandma Shen and Shen Yunli couldn't hold back the worries in their hearts for a long time, and the two walked quickly towards Shen Yunjiao's room.

"What the hell is going on?" The Shen family trembled their hands and wanted to touch Shen Yunjiao's face, but they didn't dare to do it.

"A few days ago, Yanjing City lost a child, it was done by the people of Northern Qin, when Yun Jiao returned to Beijing, he happened to meet him, and he fought with them, and the other party was seriously injured because of the large number of people." Shen Qingchuan said concisely.

Shen Yunli looked at his lifeless sister, his eyes were dark, "Where are those people now?" ”

"When we arrived, those people were dead," Shen Qingchuan said as he squatted aside.

Shen Qingchuan thought more than once that if he went out of the city these nights, would he be able to save Tangbao.

"Don't you have a single mouth?" Shen Yunli continued to ask

"There's one, people are crazy."

"Got it" Shen Yun finished saluting, then got up and went out.

"Ahri, where are you going?" Shen Qingchuan looked at his son who had already walked to the door and asked.

"I'll go and see, he's really crazy, or is he pretending" Shen Yunli said without replying.

Shen Qingchuan didn't stop him, but just picked up the hot handkerchief and wiped Shen Yunjiao's face.

……

Time passed one by one, Shen Yunjiao still had no sign of waking up, and the good wisdom master and disciples of Dajue Temple sat in the courtyard at each end, praying for Shen Yunjiao and reciting scriptures.

In her sleep, Shen Yunjiao felt that she was back in the last days.

There is no beautiful mountains and rivers in Shenjia Village, and there is no magnificent mountains and rivers in Dayan.

All that remains is the depression, the endless desert, the sun that never sets, the dead trees, and the mutated creatures,......

In a few years, she has traveled a lot of places in the state of her soul.

In the last days, human beings seem to have found antibodies to cure the virus, and their body functions have improved a lot, even if they have no special abilities, they are no longer powerless when encountering zombies.

The end times are no longer so zombie-ridden, virus-ridden end-times, and the environment seems to have recovered a bit.

Shen Yunjiao didn't know how to return to Dayan, like a wanderer, wandering endlessly.

Somehow, she returned to her former lab.

"Professor, if only Professor Shen were still here, her virus vaccine has treated so many people, and so many people have successfully awakened their abilities. She's sure to be happy. An older round-faced girl said.

The old professor on the side, staring at the instrument in his hand, sighed deeply, "It's us who are sorry for her, who would have thought that a person without any special abilities would research a vaccine for corrosive abnormal viruses." ”