Outside the small forest is a new city.

This city is called Chaohwa Fortress, which is the opposite of Anseong, poverty is the label of this city, almost no one returns, and the city is empty.

Mo Wanjin went very well this time, and her steps kept hurrying.

"Help me...... Good Samaritan...... Help me...... Please......"

A weak cry for help came from a shop, and Mo Wanjin hurriedly went in to see the situation.

The shop was chaotic, with a woman and a little boy in the innermost part.

The woman was very young, but she couldn't sense spiritual power in her body at all, and she was covered in blood.

The little boy had a bloody face and only one pair of eyes exposed, and he was only about four or five years old, and he looked very pitiful.

Mo Wanjin took the pulse of the two of them separately and frowned.

"What's wrong with Chaohua City? How did you get hurt so badly? ”

“……”

"Has anyone been here?"

“……”

No matter what Mo Wanjin asked, these two people didn't say anything, just looked at Mo Wanjin blankly.

"What's your name?" When Mo Wanjin was rummaging through the pills in the space bag, she asked half-heartedly.

“…… Palace, Palace Jinghuan ......" The little boy's voice was weak and authentic.

"I ...... It's Gong Min...... Ahem......"

The son follows the mother's surname? Or is it ...... The child's father is surnamed Gong?

"Then shall I call you Xiaohuan?" Mo Wanjin smiled warmly, took out two bottles of pills, and fed them to the two people.

As soon as Gong Jinghuan and Gong Min ate it, they felt a lot more comfortable, and the previous feeling of difficulty breathing disappeared.

"Chaohua City...... Entered...... ...... the Living Dead"

The Living Dead?! Corpse?!

No way?

Mo Wanjin was shocked, and felt that the whole person was not good.

The living dead were a difficult thing to get around in ancient times.

In modern times, she once had a mission to eliminate drug lords, but she didn't expect that drug lords to cultivate a large number of living dead, fortunately she had a gun on her at the time, otherwise she would have died.

In ancient times, there were no guns, and Mo Wanjin only had a dagger on her body to defend herself.

There are also Gong Min and Gong Jinghuan......

Mo Wanjin stroked her forehead, picked up Gong Min and Gong Jinghuan, and walked out.

"Girl...... Drop us off...... We're going to drag you down ......," Gong Min said.

"......" Mo Wanjin didn't speak, and continued to walk, as if she hadn't heard.

"Girl......"

"No one can change the decisions I made." Mo Wanjin said.

When Mo Wanjin walked to the city gate with the two of them on her back, it was already noon.

At this time, Mo Wanjin should have been on the way to another city.

But because of Mo Wanjin's kindness, she brought two people, both of whom were patients, and the burden was very heavy.

"You guys rest first, I'll go find water." Mo Wanjin put down the two of them, let them lie flat, and said softly.

"Mother...... Xiao Huan is so uncomfortable......" Gong Jinghuan writhed his body, his skin burning like flames.

Gong Min was shocked: "Xiao Huan, hold on, my sister will be here soon...... Sister will save your ......"

Gong Jinghuan did not answer.

After a while, Mo Wanjin came over with two gourd scoops.

"Drink, I'll treat Xiaohuan." Mo Wanjin handed one of the gourd scoops to Gong Min, and the other gourd scoop was set aside, protecting it with spiritual power.

"Xiaohuan, hold on! It can hurt! Mo Wanjin's smooth forehead was covered with beads of sweat, and she held the pill in her hand and fed it to Gong Jinghuan.

Gong Jinghuan immediately let out a cry of pain.

Immediately afterwards, Gong Jinghuan spit out a mouthful of black blood!

Mo Wanjin's eyes were cold, it was indeed corpse poison!