On the night of Qiushui's disappearance, a heavy fog suddenly broke off in Qingcheng, which filled the city for several days before dispersing. The ghost fog hit the city, causing a new type of disease to spread rapidly, and in just a few days, more than 90% of the citizens were infected to varying degrees.

With the number of dead and injured increasing significantly, the city of Thanh has been placed under complete lockdown to prevent the spread of the virus.

What was once a bustling commercial capital has now been completely reduced to a sin city......

After the sunlight was blocked by the towering floor, the surroundings instantly darkened for a while, and Lao Yue looked down at his watch, half past three in the afternoon.

He had to make sure he got home before dark, now that Qingcheng was rampant with demons, if he stayed outside, a hundred lives would not be enough.

"Who?"

Before he had walked a few steps, there was a sudden sound of rustling in the low bushes next to him.

Lao Yue subconsciously pulled out the saber at his waist.

The greenery is moving, but no one responds.

Slowly walking forward, carefully picking at the branches and leaves with the tip of the knife, the tense heart only let go after seeing an electric doll. But halfway through the knife, he suddenly realized that there shouldn't be dolls here, and the switch was still turned on.

Before he could turn around, he was knocked down by an impact behind him, followed by a fruit knife on his neck.

"Big brother calm down, calm down......"

Lao Yue saw that he was holding him down by an unkempt man, and his first reaction was to encounter the rioters, thinking that this time it was over.

Most of these people escaped from prison, and they were already extremely vicious, and they took advantage of the chaos in Qingcheng to blatantly burn, kill and loot.

Lao Yue hurriedly let go of the saber in his hand, "Your own people, if you have something to say, don't get excited, that bag is full of money, all for you." ”

The man's eyes widened, his face was so pale that he couldn't see blood, and said viciously, "Lao Tzu doesn't want your forced money, kill one Lao Tzu and earn one." ”

Lao Yue thought about it, now money is really useless, all kinds of shops, including banks, are empty, inexhaustible, when life becomes a problem, the most worthless thing is money.

If there is no reason for this kind of killing, you can only consider yourself unlucky. But Lao Yue didn't want to wait for death, he found that the man was actually very thin, and if he resisted forcibly, although it was dangerous, there was still a great chance.

Just as he was about to make a move, the man suddenly convulsed, his facial features twisted together, and he bared his teeth in pain. Looking at the black and purple blood tendons on his arm, Lao Yue immediately understood his motive for killing, probably because he was infected and felt unbalanced in his heart, so he thought about killing one and earning one while he was not dying.

"Are you sick?" Lao Yue asked knowingly.

"Isn't it better than you dying right away?" The man's body trembled, and his hand suddenly strengthened.

A stinging pain from the scratched skin made Lao Yue's brows tighten, and he hurriedly spoke, "Brother, listen to me, I have medicine, it's in the bag behind you, as long as you let me go, I can help you." If you don't believe me, I'm not infected. ”

"Don't move! As a result, you don't have to rush to get the medicine again. The man seemed to be in more and more pain, and his eyes were red as if they were about to drip blood.

"Don't don't, don't, you listen to me first, this disease is very strange, the dosage must be strictly controlled, it's useless to eat more and eat less, you won't live long if you kill me, it's better to leave me alive, I'll save you, and make two profits."

After listening to Lao Yue's words, the man hesitated for a few seconds, and when he turned his head to look for the bag, Lao Yue saw the opportunity, grabbed his wrist with both hands, got up quickly, and threw him to the ground with a back pull, and then knelt down on his right knee against his ribs, pinned his wrist hard, and subdued him.

After snatching the knife, looking at the man who was no longer human, Lao Yue did not embarrass him, but got up and picked up the bag and opened it in front of him, "I don't have medicine, you can go, don't ...... in the future"

Before Lao Yue could finish speaking, the man fled in a hurry.

In fact, Lao Yue can kill him, on the one hand, if he is kept, there may be other survivors who will be victimized, and on the other hand, the current Qingcheng will no longer be arrested and imprisoned for murder.

Lao Yue once fantasized about it at the peak of hormone secretion, how cool it would be if there was no legal constraint. And after really being in such a world, I found that not only was it not as exciting as I thought when I was young, but it was terrible, because everyone is a devil and may lose their lives every second.

Wiping the blood off his neck, Lao Yue sat on the bench on the side of the road, although it was dangerous, but he still decided to smoke a cigarette before leaving, he took out the map from his bag, found the three words "Wu Nian Yuan", and then drew a cross on it.

Looking at the red marks on the map, Lao Yue realized that in order to find Qiushui, he had almost turned over Qingcheng.

In fact, before going out in the morning, Lao Yue decided that no matter whether he could find it this time or not, he had to leave Qingcheng, while he had not been infected. He knew that if he didn't leave, Immortal Wang Chuan wouldn't leave, and Fat Man Blue and they wouldn't go, and now that Qingcheng was so chaotic, he couldn't hurt them.

It was darker again, Lao Yue took a puff, then stepped on half of the cigarette butt, and walked straight to the Jaguar parked on the side of the road, as soon as the Beatles music sounded, he increased the throttle slightly excitedly, the street was still empty, there was no figure, the car drove by, the wind lifted the fallen leaves and plastic bags on the ground, and there were dilapidated neighborhoods on both sides, this scene was really a bit like the opening of a disaster movie......

When he got home, the fat man was sleeping on the sofa in the living room, his mouth was stumbling, and he didn't know what he was dreaming about.

In the live television footage, the directors of major hospitals are still reading the latest disease research reports.

Lao Yue stood and listened for a while and then closed it, still empty words and empty words, but compared with those so-called overseas experts and specially appointed famous doctors, they are still worthy of respect, at least for the time being, they are still in the hospital and have not run away.

"I came back more than an hour later than usual, but it worries me badly."

Wang Chuan didn't know when he came over and said with a smile.

"Come less."

Lao Yue took the canned beer he handed over, and "gurgling" went half in one go.

"There are two pieces of bad news, which one to listen to first?"

Lao Yue ignored him, sat down on the sofa, unbuttoned his collar, and showed the scar that had already scabbed, "Is there anything worse than this?" ”

"How much weight do you think your hanging wound has compared to the life and death of all mankind?" After Wang Chuan finished speaking, he stretched out his hand to him.

"All mankind? Yo, I'm suddenly interested in what you're going to brag about next. ”

Lao Yue grabbed Wang Chuan, borrowed his strength, and followed him up to the second floor.