"What? Or is it about the water? ”

Jian Feng also calmed down, looked at the wooden cup in Gao Feng's hand and asked curiously, but he was still a little unimpressed.

"Plague, there is a plague in the water......." This time it was Ye Kui who spoke, and before Ye Kui finished speaking, the face of the sword seal was as pale as paper, and he took three steps backwards, almost sitting on the ground, but fortunately his legs were strong enough.

"I didn't ...... No kidding....... ”

The sword sealed his throat and could no longer be calm, looking at the strange thoughts surging in Gao Feng's heart, the person in front of him kept breaking the indifference he had always shown, could it be that God sent him to play with him?

"So I need to prove ......."

Gao Feng did not comfort or advise, and looked at the sword with a firm look and said.

An hour later, thirty-two wooden cups were placed in front of Gao Feng, this was all the well water around the Blood Cub's station, and the well water in the distance was still being sent in a steady stream, and the sword sealed his throat like crazy, sending hundreds of people to collect well water.

The Night Kui looked at the grim peak with anxiety, and the three little commanders of the Blood Cub also stared at the peak, and these three people were also more worried than the Night Kui when they learned of the possibility of the plague.

Gao Feng's left hand slowly swept over the mouth of the cup, every time he swept over the mouth of a cup, there was a white gas floating on the mouth of the cup and circling, after the thirty-two wooden cups were stroked, the twenty-eight wooden cups had swirling white gas, at this time Ye Kui breathed a sigh of relief, at least four of them didn't, right?

But Gao Feng gasped, only four of them were not, and the water source was polluted to a level that was beyond his imagination, and it had reached an extremely serious level.

"In the future, we can only get water from these four wells......

Gao Feng pointed to the mark on the wooden cup and said to the three little commanders, these three fierce and powerful guys were like little chickens in front of Gao Feng, nodding their heads again and again, and they didn't dare to put a fart.

"There's a result......."

Jian Seal Throat rushed in, and was about to tell the newly obtained information, when he saw twenty-eight wooden cups swirling with white gas, his face was instantly black and about to drip ink, and he also saw the seriousness of the matter.

"Since the third day of the construction of the camp, there have been people who have diarrhea and vomit sour water every day, but there are not many people who die, and the most sick people can't stand up, and it has not reached the level of the plague, and many people think that this is not a disease, but a hungry ......."

The news of the sword sealing his throat made Gao Feng calm down a little, at least it was not a fierce epidemic like the Black Death, and the fatality rate was not high, which meant that there would be no dead people in pieces.

"It's not clear how many people died, and how many people got sick is not clear, but among the blood cubs, there are only more than 30 sick, and none ......of them have died."

These words of the sword sealing his throat made Gao Feng feel the urge to beat people, what kind of data is this? Hearsay?

"The dead are all fifth-class wastes, and most of the sick are ...... of them,"

There is also a blood cub behind Sword Sealing Throat, who is also a small commander, at least he speaks more clearly than Sword Sealing Throat.

When Gao Feng was recalling and looking for a similar infectious disease in his memory from his previous life for a known illness, Jian Feng said with great certainty:

"It's definitely not a plague, it's just a little problem......

"Stupid ......."

As soon as Gao Feng heard this, he snorted coldly and retorted unceremoniously, making several small commanders look at Gao Feng angrily, but Jian Feng was a more humble person, he didn't care about the sarcasm in Gao Feng's words, he just looked at Gao Feng and waited for the following.

"People are physically strong, and the time of the outbreak of the plague is also different, and the fifth-class desolate people can't even eat, how can they still have the strength to resist the outbreak of the plague? It's like if you've been hungry for three days, can you still kill people with a knife? If you can't see it now, it doesn't mean that there will be no problems in the future, there are already more than 30 blood cubs sick, and there is no problem? ”

Gao Feng said that a few people present didn't understand it, but only the sword sealed his throat a little more clearly, and said suspiciously:

"You mean, if we don't have enough to eat, we will die of disease like the desolate people of the fifth class?"

"I'm afraid it's not just that, even if you eat enough every day, you will still get sick, but a little later than others......."

Gao Feng wants to break the luck of the sword sealing his throat, in his opinion, unless the individual's immunity can counteract the virus, otherwise it will always be lurking in the body, and then break out at some point, once it breaks out, it is not one or two, but a piece of illness, and at that time, whether there is anyone to take care of them will only continue the cycle of evil.

"Is there any way to save them?"

Sword Seal was silent for a few seconds, pondering these words repeatedly in his heart, and finally decided not to think about whether it was a plague or not, and directly asked for the final answer.

"Drink plenty of clean hot water, maintain personal hygiene, it's best not to leave fleas and lice, get some quicklime to sprinkle in the corners of the camp, remove the garbage in the camp, fill in the urine and urine every day, and isolate the sick, ensure the diversity of food, and let them eat fresh wild vegetables and ......."

Gao Feng couldn't find a better way, the only way was to collect a sample of germs and send it to the underground world to develop a special medicine through the channels of Fan Mei and Eagle Eyes, but the desolate man was still his enemy, even if he wanted to save it, there was nothing he could do.

"Did you hear that?"

The sword sealed his throat and turned around to wait for a few small commanders, and they nodded again and again,

"Then why are you still stunned? Don't go to ...... yet. ”

The sword closed its throat with an angry roar, causing several small commanders to rush out of the tent quickly, and then a rough roar rang out outside.

"I don't care what your purpose here is, whether the plague is true or not, the blood cubs will accept your affection, and the three soldiers you told me before, I have all these in my heart, if you need help, just ...... to me."

In the end, it was the commander of the Jīng Rui army who had passed through the big scene, and the sword seal throat was no longer dazed and panicked before, and he became confident again, and his one-eyed eyes were deep and distant, giving people the feeling of Akagi.

"I want to know the whereabouts of a person......

Gao Feng pondered for a while, and finally said his main purpose, although he changed several times and fell out unexpectedly, he finally found his entry point.

"We're leaving?"

From the moment he walked out of the third platoon station, Yekui was still a little confused, he still thought that he would stay with Gao Feng among the blood cubs.

"Do you think they're going to take in two unscrupulous Gaaras in the camp?"

Gao Feng looked at Ye Kui strangely, and his eyes looked like he was looking at an idiot.

"Wasn't the relationship quite good just now? That sword seals your throat very much, huh? ”

Ye Kui hated Gao Feng's eyes, but curiosity overcame the pride in his heart, and he was ashamed to ask.

"The sword throat is more cunning than you think, do you think they can survive to this day, but they are only powerful?"

Gao Feng's mind is now full of feasible xìng analysis of various plans, and he no longer thinks about the blood cub, through contact, he has already learned that the difficulty of subduing the blood cub is greater than the difficulty of him traveling back to his previous life, so he simply doesn't think about these anymore, and perfunctory at will.