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Ya'er filled in the last branch and looked at Doctor Jia's face that had barely been wiped bloody.

The fire was lit, and the face was red and pale, and Doctor Jia's face seemed to have some vitality.

It's as if life hasn't passed.

Ya'er leaned over and set fire to the weeds.

The spark suddenly spread.

The dead branches crackled.

Black smoke rose from the forest.

Ya'er stared at the fire silently, wiping away her tears until it was extinguished.

Zhang Jiao wanted to say a few words to the tutor several times, but he couldn't say it.

When the weak boy had eaten his full of beans, he looked at the firelight.

"Go to the infirmary." Ya'er said stubbornly to Zhang Jiao.

Zhang Jiao hurriedly picked up the master on his back, and the blood rubbed indiscriminately.

When the weak young man heard the word "medical hall", his originally calm mood became uneasy again.

"No...... Can't go. The weak boy took a few steps back, trembling.

"Let's go." After Ya'er finished speaking to the weak boy, she didn't look back, and went straight forward, picking up the things scattered on the ground.

Ya'er picked it up quickly, not looking at it, as if those strange objects were commonplace.

Zhang Jiao hurriedly leaned down and helped Shi Niang pick up things.

When he saw the Heavenly Spirit Cover scattered on the ground, he couldn't help but be dumbfounded, could it be that the master entered the Demon Dao and cultivated the Demon Gong? Or have you lost your immortal and can only take the path of demons to regain your honor?

Zhang Jiaogang wanted to ask Shi Niang the reason, but when he saw Shi Niang pick up the Tianling cover, his expression was so solemn, he couldn't help but be cowardly.

"The master must have seen the magic weapon used by the master in cultivation, and she thought of the misery of the living beings, and her heart was very uneasy, so it is better not to ask at this moment." Zhang Jiao saw that the teacher who had always been good-tempered was unusual, and he knew it.

Ya'er dodged the breach, tied the cloth bag in a knot, and carried it on her back.

After cleaning up the mess, Ya'er didn't say a word,

She walked steadily towards the woods, grabbed the vines in the woods, and tore them with all her might.

The rattan cut through the palm, but the thread continued.

I tried it a few times in a row, and it still does.

Ya'er stood, her shoulders shaking, and finally collapsed.

Zhang Jiao saw that this damn rattan made Shi Niang cry, so he hurriedly stepped forward and slashed a few times with a small tassel, cutting off a few roots.

Ya'er wiped her tears, still didn't speak, she picked up the rattan and tied Cao Bing to the stretcher.

But he was not sure, so he took off his football helmet and put it on Cao Bing's head, so he was relieved and dragged the stretcher forward.

"Carry your master on your back." Ya'er finally spoke.

Zhang Jiao picked up Li Bai on his back, Ya'er picked up the rattan and prepared to tie it, and when she saw Li Bai, she couldn't help crying.

Zhang Jiao was shocked and hurriedly turned around to comfort.

Ya'er screamed and asked him to turn around, Zhang Jiao was in awe in his heart, how dare he disobey, so he had to pray in his heart, don't cry at the old man's house.

She carefully tied Li Bai behind Zhang Jiao's back, dragged it, and saw that it was very tight, so she put her mind at ease.

"Let's go." Yaer said.

Zhang Jiao held a small tassel in one hand and a black thorn in the other, and followed closely.

He took a few steps, scratched his head, quickened his pace, and rushed to the front.

Ya'er and Zhang Jiao marched forward like a remnant of a defeated army, looking embarrassed.

The weak boy slowly followed the two, but always kept a certain distance.

The crowd marched for about an hour, and the trees became scarce.

Finally out of the forest, a circular building appeared in everyone's field of vision, it was like a stronghold.

There is a plaque hanging on the rotunda.

The plaque is engraved with the word "three".

Ya'er looked at it.

Around this stronghold, there are more than a dozen guards dressed in black cloth who are cleaning up the corpses of zombies, and during the cleanup, they are always on the alert, constantly watching the surrounding situation.

There was a fierce fight just now, and this place was attacked by zombies, but fortunately, the zombies were repelled.

A hand suddenly rested on Ya'er's shoulder, and she was so frightened that she hurriedly turned around.

The weak boy muttered something in a trembling whisper.

Ya'er didn't hear clearly, but she understood and shook her head.

She dragged the stretcher and walked straight forward, as if this group of men in black did not exist.

Zhang Jiao paused for a moment and followed quickly.

When the master is not there, the master is like a master, and I will do whatever she does.

The cangs are long, and the swords are out.

The men in black gave up sweeping and quickly gathered around.

Ya'er was indifferent, took out Doctor Jia's notes, and threw them on the ground.

The black-clothed men were also taken aback, and hurriedly retreated a few steps.

A leading man in black looked at the note, staring intently.

Seeing that it was all right, leaned over to pick up the notes and flipped through them.

His expression tightened, he raised his arm, and all the black-clothed people brushed back their swords, but they still frowned coldly at Ya'er and Zhang Jiao.

It's a well-trained team and a very hierarchical one.

Ya'er looked at the face of the leader of the man in black, his expression was solemn, with a strip of gray cloth tied on his head, and the head of the man in black behind him was tied with a strip of white cloth.

I guess he's the leader.

The gray-striped man in black put down his notes and whispered a few words to a white-striped man in black on the side, and the white-striped man in black took the note, ran towards the stronghold, and entered the iron gate in an instant.

In an instant.

An old man walked out of the iron gate quickly, looking at the pace, he was tough and capable.

On either side of him were not only the white-striped black-clothed men who delivered the letter, but also two more black-striped black-clothed men.

It seems that he is an important figure in this stronghold.

"Maybe he's the leader here." Ya'er has a new inference.

The black-clothed men respectfully flashed to the sides to make way for the old man.

"Where did this notebook come from?" The old man's eyes were like lightning, and he asked majestically, with some questioning meaning.

"Doctor Jia asked me to give this note to his senior brother in the medical hall, and he also said that it can heal the injured here." Ya'er plucked up her courage and said several times more loudly.

After hearing this, the old man nodded, then looked at Ya'er and Zhang Jiao, and then looked at Li Cao and the others, who were covered in blood.

"Bring it in." After the old man finished speaking, he turned around and went back to the stronghold.

The four men in black unloaded Li Bai and Cao Bing, lifted them up and left, while the rest of the men in black returned to normal, turning a blind eye to Ya'er and Zhang Jiao, as if nothing had happened.

Ya'er looked behind her, and the weak boy was long gone.

When Ya'er and Zhang Jiao entered the stronghold, Li Bai and Cao Bing had already been fixed on the consultation bed, and the man in black quickly withdrew.

But the old man was not seen.

Ya'er looked at the room.

In front of her, against the wall stood a shelf, on which were neatly placed all kinds of zombie stumps.

Seeing that Ya'er's scalp was numb, she couldn't help but look away.

When his eyes moved, he was still a stump.

Ya'er had no choice but to look down at the bloodstained ground, and frowned again.

The blood here has congealed on the ground and cannot be wiped clean.

Ya'er came to Li Bai and looked at him with concern.

"Seems to be in a better state?" Ya'er pondered, not knowing if it was the psychological effect of arriving at the medical center, or if it was really getting better.

Zhang Jiao approached the stump frame, and he looked at the white bone that emerged from the incision of the stump and still had tendons, and suddenly felt a little gagged.

Is this a medical center? How like a slaughterhouse.

At that moment, the door to the inner room opened, and the old man walked out with steady steps.

"Isn't it interesting?" The old man looked at Zhang Jiao coldly, walked in front of Li Bai, and when Ya'er saw the old man coming, she hurriedly stopped wiping Li Bai's blood.

Zhang Jiao didn't know how to answer, so he had to follow the old man.

"My surname is Zhen." The old man took Li Bai's arm and checked the pulse.

"Doctor Zhen, little girl Ya'er." Ya'er said nervously.

Doctor Zhen didn't answer, he opened Li Bai's wound and took a closer look.

He pressed the flesh and pulled the exposed tendons, this series of actions made Ya'er so worried, he had to look away, and couldn't bear to look directly.

"I see no problem." Doctor Zhen didn't look at Ya'er either, but said coldly.

He turned to Cao Bing, and in order to facilitate the treatment, Ya'er took off the football helmet and put it in the package.

It is not surprising that Doctor Zhen saw the rugby helmet, and it is estimated that he also has insight into the rules of this world.

After some examination, Dr. Zhen clapped his hands.

Two men in black entered the consultation room from outside the house.

"The one on the right, take the secret plaster and paste it, and add it with a decoction."

"The one on the left, the arm is cut off and bandaged."

The man in black got the order, picked up Li Bai and Cao Bing, and walked to the door on the left.

"Doctor Zhen? Don't cut Second Uncle Cao's arm. Ya'er suddenly reacted and hurriedly called.

"Oh?" Doctor Zhen hurriedly motioned for the man in black to stop.

"Take it to feed the zombies, and you won't survive anyway." Doctor Zhen said, didn't look back, and pushed the door directly.

The man in black said as if he had heard the usual words, picked up Cao Bing, and walked to the door on the right.

"Doctor Zhen, think of a way again." Zhang Jiao was anxious, although he didn't know what he wanted to feed his uncle, but he knew that if he made food, wouldn't it be no different from livestock, how could he stand by and watch, and hurriedly reached out to pull Doctor Zhen's arm so that he could discuss it again.

Doctor Zhen ignored it and continued to move forward as if nothing had happened.

Zhang Jiao's hand was just about to touch Doctor Zhen's arm when he saw a black shadow flash in front of him, and then he was shocked to feel a huge pain in his leg.

With a "clang", Zhang Jiao knelt on one knee.

"You also touched the old man?" Divine Doctor Zhen stopped, looked at Zhang Jiao with sharp eyes, and said gloomily.