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Everything was quiet.

Li Bai felt that his body was very cold, and then his eyes were blurry, he grabbed it indiscriminately, and his center of gravity was suddenly unstable.

With a "plop", he fell to the ground and passed out.

The zombie leopard whose head was blown up was pierced through the skull three times by the black thorn, reaching the limit of its body, and suddenly lost its breath and did not move.

The natural hunters on the African savannah were deflated in Daqin like this, and it can be said that a strong dragon does not suppress the head snake.

Ya'er looked at Li Bai, who was covered in blood, his legs were weak, he couldn't stand up, he crawled over indiscriminately, trembling to test Li Bai's snort, his breath was weak.

Zhang Jiao saw that the master was in a feathering trend, and couldn't help but be stunned, standing in place at a loss.

"The heavens are unfair to me, I was fortunate to find a real person, but I was attacked by a strange beast and ended up like this." Zhang Jiao was roaring in his heart, why is life so unsatisfactory, and how should he go on the path of cultivation in the future.

It wasn't until a faint moan came from under the corpse of the zombie leopard that Zhang Jiao's resentful thoughts were interrupted.

He hurriedly stepped forward and dragged the corpse of the zombie leopard, and used all his strength to remove the zombie leopard.

He snorted and wiped his sweat as he looked at Doctor Jia.

The sight of his eyes suddenly made him feel greatly stimulated.

Divine Doctor Jia stared straight at the night sky with his eyes, his whole body seemed to be washed with blood, his entire abdomen was torn, and his intestines were scattered, sprinkling a strong smell of blood.

Zhang Jiao covered Doctor Jia's miserable abdomen at a loss, and then felt that he should do something, so he hurriedly stuffed the intestines scattered outside into his stomach, but he couldn't stuff it in a part.

Zhang Jiao was at a loss, he lowered his head, held the crack, and trembled incessantly.

"Master, the dumb old man is gone." Zhang Jiao said with a crying voice.

Hearing this, Ya'er hurriedly ran over.

Witnessing the tragic scene, Ya'er's heart trembled, a trace of foreboding shrouded her heart, and she couldn't help crying again.

She followed Zhang Jiao in a panic and kept covering Doctor Jia's abdomen, blood kept spilling from her fingers, and everything was useless.

"It doesn't work, it doesn't work." Divine Doctor Jia held up, he raised his arm, and shook his hand weakly.

"How are you going to get this, old man?" Ya'er shouted hoarsely, trying to find a miracle.

The corners of Doctor Jia's mouth moved slightly, and he reached out to touch the placket of his clothes, but he couldn't reach it.

Seeing this, Ya'er hurriedly fumbled for the placket of his clothes, hoping to find something to save his life.

But she just took out a small notebook, she grabbed the corner of the notebook blankly, and looked at Doctor Jia expectantly.

Seeing this, Zhang Jiao said in his heart, could it be that this is a miracle doctor's life-saving prescription?

But at this moment, how can it be too late to boil medicine, is it a life-saving paper talisman?

When Doctor Jia saw this plague note, his eyes lit up as if he had returned to the light.

He took the notebook, trembled his hands, and flipped through it diligently.

He turned to the page where Li Bai's conversation was recorded: Patient No. 97.

Doctor Jia was ruthless, as if he had already made a decision, bit the tip of his tongue, and coughed up a mouthful of blood vigorously, spraying it on this page of conversation, covering up the content.

"In this way, even if I am not there, Li Zhuangshi can be safe." Doctor Jia was relieved, and his eyes became confused again.

"Give this, give it to my senior brother." Doctor Jia slowed down, regained some strength, and tugged at the corner of Ya'er's clothes.

Ya'er understood, held Doctor Jia's cold hand, and nodded vigorously.

"Little old man, I'm very happy to be with you." Doctor Jia sighed and died.

Ya'er suddenly felt dizzy, after her father's death, the remaining three relatives and friends, one dead and one injured, and the life and death of one were unknown.

She is a weak woman, in this last world, how to be good, thinking of this, she bit her lip and secretly decided to take Li Bai and Cao Bing to the hospital in death, she stood up and put the note in her arms.

"Monster, monster, dead?" A young man's voice came from behind Ya'er, and he was slightly excited.

Ya'er turned around, only to see the weak young man, who came back, looking restrained, not daring to approach them.

Ya'er looked him up and down with a wary look, and finally her eyes stayed on the young man's right hand, and she was shocked.

The boy looked at Ya'er, noticed that Ya'er noticed his right hand, and hurriedly retracted his hand behind him and took a few steps back.

"Little Horn, get him." Ya'er quickly snapped.

It was this weak young man who brought the zombie leopard here, if he didn't take him, how could he be worthy of the dead, Ya'er, who had always been good-tempered, was furious.

Zhang Jiao saw the master speak, his heart was overjoyed, he had long seen that this guy was not pleasing to the eye, this was a good opportunity to perform, he pounced on the weak young man with lightning speed, looking like a weasel stealing chickens.

The weak young man's heart was shocked, he trembled all over, and shouted for mercy.

He raised his arms to cover his head, curled up like a quail.

Zhang Jiao only heard the sound of tearing, and looked down to see that the placket of his chest was torn open by the weak boy's nails, almost scratching the flesh, and he looked at the young man's trembling arm in disbelief.

It was a blue-black, sturdy arm, covered with white corpse spots, and at the end of the finger were sharp nails, like knives, which were terrifying.

The arm was out of place with the boy's frail body, and it clearly didn't belong to him.

"Don't hit me, don't." The boy covered his head, trembling incessantly, and kept babbling in his mouth.

Zhang Jiao wiped the torn placket on his chest, he was still frightened, but when he saw this weak young man so cowardly, he immediately felt confident in his heart, and was busy stepping forward to continue to accept it, but was stopped by Ya'er.

Zhang Jiao, who almost made a meritorious service, was a little emotional, he looked at his master suspiciously, and his heart was sad, "Could it be that I, Zhang Jiao, am a failure, and this thing will not be able to be captured." ”

"Although this young man is weak, if there is a fight, look at this arm, Zhang Jiao and I are probably not his opponents." After Ya'er thought quickly, she stopped Zhang Jiao, and now she, as the person in charge, must ensure the safety of everyone and can't go on business trips anymore.

"This zombie leopard is not something he can control." When Ya'er thought of this, she felt better.

"Don't be afraid." Ya'er stepped forward slowly, leaned down, and carefully removed the arm that was protecting the boy's head.

Ya'er carefully looked at his delicate face, but frowned when she saw the strange corpse spots on his face.

This mark, which belonged to the dead, appeared on the face of the living.

"Eat." Ya'er eased her expression, smiled slightly, took out the cloth bag, opened it, and handed the steamed beans over.

Smiling and good food are always the first steps to making friends.

The weak young man snatched the cloth bag, grabbed the steamed beans with his normal arms, and devoured them, looking like a starving ghost.

By the light, Ya'er looked at the young man's neck again.

On this neck, a number was imprinted with a soldering iron: "II." ”