Wuyi obediently lurked for half a year, which means that Ling Shang has not been troubled by pain in the past half a year.

He couldn't understand why he was so miserable at the thought of something had happened to that guy.

Is it really your nemesis?

I really can't tell if that guy is too ruthless, or because of ...... I can't let go of myself.

……

The hissing of Ying Xiao brought him back to reality.

It turned around and faced Ling Shang, but its aura eyes showed him a simple and honest look.

It's like the first time I met him.

Ling Shang looked at it for a moment, his eyes were a little red, and he pulled out a weak smile, "Take me to him." ”

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Toki-cho.

Ye Mushen smelled the breath of death in the air, and his expression was serene after a long time.

There's a lot of space here, but there are even more people who can be thrown here to fend for themselves.

As a result, everyone, regardless of their status and status before the infection, came here to endure the same suffering.

In the crowded space, there are women and children crying and complaining, and there are straightforward people cursing the government.

There are also some people who are frank and free, perhaps there are no obstacles in their lives, and they can also find some friends who smell like each other in this desperate situation, talk freely, and be leisurely.

However, most people are like Ye Mushen, who do not feel sorry for themselves, but they also give up the struggle, and just look at everything around them helplessly and indifferently.

It's only been half a day, and people around him have already died one after another.

Most bodies are not immediately cleaned up after death.

After all, the place has a limited number of people, and the officials don't want to come and check every once in a while.

For them, it is easier to abandon them and wait until everyone is a corpse, than to carry the corpses away every once in a while.

Ye Mushen lay beside him, dead and desolate, but it had not yet begun to rot.

Judging by that dress, it is very likely that he is a stranger like him.

It stands to reason that ordinary poisons or diseases will not infect him who has been through Yayoi.

But this time, he was really entangled by illness.

He knew in his heart that this would not be any ordinary plague, but an evil poison that he could not resist himself.

His intuition told him that Yanagi had nothing to do with it.

But the reason for this ...... He still didn't quite understand.

The pain from the bone marrow was not strong, but it was tangled between the muscles and veins, making him feel even more drowsy.

Ye Mushen didn't care about his situation at the moment, but he was very worried about Wanqing.

If he can have a sister, then he hopes to be a smart and independent woman like Wanqing.

You can joke with yourself, but you won't be pampered.

Be willing to confide in yourself, but not rely too much on yourself.

Ye Mushen still felt indebted to her after all.

And he didn't care about the people around him who were just as unfortunate as himself and who were choked by death.

Because...... If it were that guy, he would definitely not have the slightest sympathy for these inconsequential people.

I was lying a little out of breath and wanted to turn over again.

But the limbs have long been numb and stiff due to hypothermia.

Youyou sighed, and began to congratulate himself that he hadn't listened to that guy's unreasonable order to leave Yan'an that day.

Otherwise, if he returns to Kanto, Wanqing will also be dragged down by him.

Thinking about it like this, my heart is much more comfortable.

Although there are no regrets in this life, there doesn't seem to be anything too persistent.