The feast was more warm than expected, and although the nine of them had only known each other for the first day, they were chatting and eating like the best brothers.

Although they all had bright smiles on their faces, in fact, everyone here was wearing a smiley mask, and the most real thing under that mask was that they had already been injured beyond recognition by this disaster.

For them, everyone is an anesthetic to each other, because when there are more people, they can always think of some happy ideas to make them forget the pain in their hearts.

But at this dinner, Yang Feng was the only one who didn't wear the "smiling mask", but showed the deepest yin in his heart in front of them, because he really couldn't laugh out of this situation anymore.

Because he was closest to Liu Qingling's father, he could see the scar on Liu Qingling's father's hand most clearly, and after a period of observation, he was sure that it was the trace after being infected by the desolation virus.

In other words, when Liu Qingling's father went to the clinic to get medicine for him, he should have been scratched by someone infected with the desolation virus.

He remembered very well that in the dream he had after being knocked unconscious by the desolation, Liu Qingling's father was indeed the first of them to be infected, and the infection of the others was also caused by Liu Qingling's father.

Yang Feng didn't want to ruin everyone's interest, so he kept this matter in his heart, and in this dinner, he spent more time looking at Liu Qingling's father's hands than he did looking at the delicious meals in front of him.

According to the onset time of the desolation virus, Liu Qingling's father will also be transformed within three days at the latest, if it is early...... By now he should be feeling sick and turning into a zombie.

Finally, Liu Qingling probably saw Yang Feng's abnormality, she followed Yang Feng's gaze to her father's hand, and saw the black trace about three centimeters long.

"Dad, how did you get the dust with your hands, and where did you put the dust on?" Liu Qingling said from the wound on his hand.

What Yang Feng didn't expect was that Liu Qingling's father smiled lightly disapprovingly, only to see him put down his chopsticks casually, and rubbed the black mark like ash: "When I went to get medicine for Xiaofeng in the afternoon, there was another one in the clinic who was looking for medicine there, I grabbed it with that guy, he didn't rob me, it should have been accidentally touched from somewhere when I grabbed it with him, this color is quite stubborn, I didn't wipe it off for a long time." ”

"Does it hurt?" Liu Qingling said, picked up his hand and looked at it, Yang Feng had also discovered some of the characteristics of his wound just now, his black scar area was now only a black spot and there was no wound left, presumably it was not seriously injured at the beginning, so he recovered so quickly, and another explanation is that it was those desolate viruses that gave Liu Qingling's father these abilities, so that he initially had the ability to recover from zombies.

Liu Qingling's father shook his head, "It doesn't hurt at all, I don't feel it." ”

"Uncle, you're the one who defeated with a brush, haha......" A young man jokingly pointed to the black mark on Liu Qingling's father's hand.

Liu Qingling's father also smiled helplessly, Yang Feng could see from his performance, it seemed that he didn't know that he had been infected with those viruses, if he knew, he would definitely cover up this wound, instead of not panicking in the face of so many people's discussions......

......

The meal lasted until almost ten o'clock in the evening, and they had almost always eaten instant noodles and bread in the health club before that, so they often couldn't eat enough.

After the dinner, they all rushed to wash the dishes and dishes, but in the end they still didn't rob Liu Qingling's father, it seems that he is also a diligent man at home, and everyone else is discussing tonight's "bed arrangement" in the living room, because Yang Feng's magic shield is only built in this family, not the entire building, which means that the nine of them will be crammed into this only few rooms tonight.

And there are two bedrooms in this family, one of which must be reserved for Liu Qingling, the only girl, and the remaining bed should belong to Yang Feng.

Yang Feng heard their words clearly in the kitchen, and he took the initiative to go over to help Liu Qingling's father wash the dishes, on the one hand, to observe Liu Qingling's father's wound, and on the other hand, he simply wanted to help.

The two stood together brushing those dishes, and Yang Feng also tentatively finally asked the question that had plagued him all night.

"Uncle, thank you so much today, go get me medicine and hurt you......" Yang Feng said guiltily.

Liu Qingling's father smiled casually, "It's okay, it's okay, I wondered if I also have to take some anti-inflammatory drugs, just this injury, it doesn't hurt or itch, but this color can't go down, and it's weird and ugly to look at." ”

After he finished speaking, he rubbed the stain in the water again, but it still didn't work at all.

His description is almost the same as the feeling of the three wounds on Yang Feng's stomach, because the desolation virus has already infected that piece of skin, so the virus gives that piece of skin a super recovery ability, allowing them to repair those wounds in a very short time, and another reason why the desolation virus helps the host repair the wound is to prevent the host from excreting the virus from the body, because only after the wound is repaired, the virus can stay in the host and slowly infect it.

"Uncle, give me your hand, I'll see what kind of medicine is appropriate, I have also studied daily medication for a period of time before, and it should be able to help you." Yang Feng said, stretched out his hand to Liu Qingling's father, in fact, he didn't have any research on daily medicine at all, on the contrary, taking medicine in their barren mountain village was only done by some "rich people", not only did he not have any research on medicine, but he also didn't know anything about it, he just said this to find a reason to take a closer look at the wound.

Liu Qingling's father smiled indifferently again, "I'll just say that, it's not painful, it doesn't have any effect, it's a waste to take medicine, even if you take it, a few anti-inflammatory drugs are enough." ”

As he spoke, he handed the hand over.

Yang Feng lightly pressed on the black spot like a birthmark, "Does it hurt?"

The thin little man in front of him shook his head, "It doesn't hurt, it doesn't feel anything, I don't even know when I got it." ”

Yang Feng pretended to think about it, "If you are like this, it should be better to drink some Sanjiu." ”

Liu Qingling's father was stunned, "This ...... Isn't Sanjiu a cure for colds......"

Yang Feng was dumbfounded, "Oh yes...... Slip of the tongue, do you want to drink some women's inflammation? That thing has a good anti-inflammatory effect. ”

After saying this, Yang Feng nodded confidently, because he had seen many advertisements for this anti-inflammatory product on TV before, and he could hear it from the name, this must be used for anti-inflammatory.

Liu Qingling's father was petrified on the spot, he raised his head and looked at Yang Feng with a blue face, a stiff smile appeared on his face, "This...... Xiao Feng is quite good at joking......"

A trace of doubt appeared on Yang Feng's face, and he said in his heart I was kind enough to introduce you to anti-inflammatory drugs, how can you say that I am joking......

But of course he couldn't say that, watching Liu Qingling's father pick up all those plates, he couldn't just laugh on the side, and then he stepped forward, helped pick up those bowls, and walked towards the cabinet where the dishes were stored.

The two of them did not do any further in-depth research on the issue of "medication", because Yang Feng could see that he was ashamed from Liu Qingling's father's smile just now, but he still didn't know how he was ashamed......

He turned around with those bowls and hit his head on a corner of the range hood, and suddenly knocked his head "buzzing", and at the same time, more than a dozen porcelain bowls in his hand also fell to the ground one after another, making a crackling and cracking sound.

"What's wrong with me going over there...... The young men in the living room rushed over when they heard the voice, and they saw Yang Feng standing in the center of a broken porcelain piece covering his head with a painful look, and Liu Qingling's father was also bent over, as if he was sorting out the broken bowl under his feet.

According to common sense, Yang Feng has such a moth, Liu Qingling's father, as the person closest to him, should ask Yang Feng if there is anything wrong with him as soon as possible, but now, he is bending over with his head down, not knowing what he is doing.

After Yang Feng came to his senses, he also lowered his head to see if he was injured by those broken bowls, and then he immediately saw a scene that made him unbelievable-

As soon as he lowered his head, he happened to see that the wound on Liu Qingling's father's foot had just completed the step of automatically stopping the bleeding, and then the wound that was three or four centimeters long began to heal at a speed visible to the naked eye under the gaze of the two of them.

In the end, when the two raised their heads, Liu Qingling's father's foot was only left with a bloody scab that had not yet fully coagulated.

"Ah...... Don't worry, I've accidentally hit this thing. Yang Feng covered his forehead with one hand, pointed to the wall-mounted range hood with the other and said, and then he looked at Liu Qingling's father, "Uncle, are you okay...... I'm sorry, I didn't mean to, did I hurt you?"

The thin little man hurriedly shook his head in panic, "No, no, no ......"

"Come out of here, two...... Let's clean up here, hurry up and go out to suppress the shock, it's okay, don't care!" said a young man, taking Yang Feng's hand off his forehead, and then saw a small wound that was not too deep.

"Hurry up and prepare some anti-inflammatory drugs and band-aids for Yang Feng, he broke his head. The young man said and helped Yang Feng to the living room, and on the other side, Liu Qingling's father also came to the living room with the support of others, and a group of people were all crowded into the kitchen and busy.

"Uncle, are you alright......" Yang Feng looked at the pale little man next to him in shock.

"It's okay...... But why do I have a sense of foreboding......" After he finished speaking, he turned his head to look at Yang Feng with a look of doubt and helplessness on his face, and Yang Feng also saw more things from his godless eyes that he shouldn't have seen at this time......