The next day, Fancy was woken up by his own cough.

At the same time, it is accompanied by a weak mind, weak limbs, sweating, and unable to open eyes.

In a daze, she felt that someone had fed her medicine and water, and it took more than half an hour for her to barely open her eyes.

"You have a fever." Ji Zhengqing touched her forehead and frowned.

Fancy subconsciously dodged his hand.

It's not that she's angry, or she's in a bad mood, it's purely because she feels that she smells of sweat.

The young man couldn't help but break her face, and touched and touched the palm of his hand to the back of his hand, probably to confirm the degree of fever.

Fancy struggled twice to no avail, and then gave up.

Forget it, he'd seen it all when she was most embarrassed, what was this.

"You didn't have a problem in the early hours of last night, why is it burning now?" Ji Zhengqing, who has almost never been sick since he was a child, said in a solemn tone.

Fancy and weakly said:

"I'm very weak, I can get sick anytime and anywhere, and I can't stop it."

The original owner, Dong Qinxin, grew up in a medicine jar since he was a child, and his fever and cold were relatively small, and he had three major illnesses that required surgery in the hospital.

Whether at home or at school, parents and teachers look at her like a glass doll, for fear that one day she will be gone.

Ji Zhengqing frowned and said:

"Let's go again when you're well, the air quality outside is even worse than here, and going out now is tantamount to suicide."

Fancy glanced at the decayed red shrunken in the cardboard box, sighed in his heart, and nodded:

"That's all it takes, but ......"

Ji Zhengqing seemed to know what she was going to say, and continued:

"I'll go out and look for your medicine and oxygen today, and find another car by the way, and we'll drive to Tartarus then."

He had to get some fever reducers as soon as possible, and everything else was secondary.

Fancy: "Do you have a driver's license?" ”

I'm not an adult, and I'm still driving.....

Ji Zhengqing was silent for two seconds and said:

"I have theoretical experience."

Fancy: "...... Forget it, you go and find it. ”

No, she'll open it then.

Don't be besieged by the spine worms and die, but overturn and die.

That really disgraced his old face as a platinum missionist.

......

After Ji Zhengqing left, Fancy searched around the house and finally found an intact aluminum bucket.

She wanted to take a shower and wipe her body.

She couldn't even remember the last time she took a shower.

Coupled with the fact that she has not been a vampire for many years, she is very unaccustomed to the sweaty body of humans.

Fancy rubbed his red head, hoping that it would wake up soon.

He poured two bottles of mineral water into the bucket and called the stickman to heat it.

After heating up, I took off my clothes and wiped my body a little bit with a sleeve.

She doesn't have to wash her head.

Because she's an inch now.

Since the last time her hair was burned by the flames carried by the vertebral Gu worms at home, she simply shaved this head.

It turned out to be the right choice, and it saved her a lot of trouble.

After washing, she found the coat left by Ji Zhengqing and put it on in a vacuum.

Because underwear also needs to be washed.

Girls are really troublesome.

No, it is the human being who is the source of the trouble.

Ji Zhengqing's clothes didn't smell any sweat.

Perhaps it was really something that caused his body to undergo some kind of evolutionary mutation, becoming more adapted to the apocalyptic environment.

Fancy suddenly envied.

But I can't envy it.

Xiao An said that the character in the Gunslinger text is largely based on the level of the missioner.

To put it bluntly, the higher your level, the more the character has the aura of the protagonist.

This is also the reason why low-level missionists do not dare to come to pick up the gunner's text.

It's all a group of immortals with halos fighting, what kind of fun.

At this time, Hua Jie suddenly heard movement outside the house, and if you listened carefully, it was the sound of people talking.

And there are quite a few of them!

Closer and closer to her.

Fancy didn't have time to think about it, and flashed into the "safe room" with his clothes.

This was originally the storage room of this abandoned small restaurant, which was converted into a locked safe room by Ji Zhengqing last night.

The lock can only be opened by the people inside and Ji Zhengqing himself, if someone smashes the door and locks, Ji Zhengqing's mobile phone will also call the police to him as soon as possible.

Fancy hid in only to realize that the red was still outside, and wanted to go out and hug in, but the footsteps of the group of people outside had already reached the door.

"Lord Chief! Look here, someone should have been here! A man pointed to the footprints on the ground and said in surprise.

Shang Tai looked down at him as he pointed and beckoned to the other believers, saying:

"Children, just look around here, there should still be people alive, God willing."

She drew two crosses on her chest.

The other believers followed her and said excitedly and gratefully, "The head of the congregation is merciful." ”

Fancy heard this sound of "the head of the meeting" inside, and wondered if he had run into some brainwashing organization.

She put on her clothes while thinking about it, and now she doesn't care if her clothes are dirty or not, and they stink, and this group of people will definitely be able to find her later.

There are only a few places where people can hide in this ruin, and they can't be found unless they are blind.

She couldn't help but come out, after all, the dead red and the stickman under the table were still outside.

But she still has to take a look, in case the person who comes is not good and the strength is extraordinary, she still coaxes a little bit and waits until Ji Zhengqing comes back.

Sure enough, within five minutes, the leader of the meeting led her and a group of believers to the door of her safe room.

"Don't be afraid, kid, we won't hurt you, come out."

Her voice sounds particularly ethereal, obviously not loud, but it seems to be able to hit people's hearts, and people can't help but immerse themselves in her every word.

Fancy momentary wake-up.

Such people are the best at brainwashing people.

The woman's devout believers were persuading her that they had come to redeem her, and that if they joined them, they would be given shelter and food.

Fancy hearing these words is even more certain that these people are 100% cults/cultists.

In the high-pressure environment of the apocalypse, people will be afraid and anxious, and this kind of organization can effectively brainwash people, temporarily relieve fear, and quickly stabilize people's hearts.

And without the control of the state, it can develop and grow more freely.

At the same time, through the participation of believers, they strengthen their power and do things for themselves.

To put it bluntly, it is to give you something to eat, brainwash yourself, and become a cannon fodder thug free labor.

If someone is really desperate and can't survive, it is easy to be brainwashed and willingly join.

Fancy obviously doesn't need them to stutter.

If she wants to eat, it is enough to enslave Ji Zhengqing.

Fancy politely declined their invitation to join.

When the believers heard her refusal, they were stunned for two seconds, and then exploded in an instant.

Accusations and dissatisfaction are everywhere.

It seems that rejecting their great retrospective adults is a heinous sin.

Mrs. Shang raised her hand and pressed it, asking her followers to take out the little fox in the cardboard box.

She gently stroked the little fox's fur and said faintly:

"Is this your little pet? It's the end of the world, and you can still raise it so well, you must like it very much......"

How the pet is raised and how it is eaten, just look at its fur.

Obviously, the decayed red has grown a rich hair.