The weather was foggy, and the castle and manor house were located on smaller towns and higher terrain, so the outline of the town could be faintly seen from here.

Outside the town, there is a thick column of smoke rising, like an ancient beacon tower.

Leon asked, "What are they burning?"

Nelson's answer was succinct: "Corpses." ”

"Oh. ”

Leon nodded.

He said silently in his heart: "It is understandable to burn the corpse, in order to avoid infection, and the corpse is easy to decay in this weather, which is likely to cause other diseases......

But there was an immediate gloom in his heart, he had never seen a corpse before except to mourn his relatives and friends.

The two of them left the manor and walked along a muddy path with ruts and puddles, and soon came to the gate of the town, and looking at the mournful scene, he felt that the whole world took on a gray illusion, like the silent hill in the movie.

The air was filled with the stench of corpses, and swarms of buzzing flies flew by.

Li Ang subconsciously covered his mouth and nose with the high collar of the smock, firstly to act as a simple mask, and secondly, to isolate the pungent smell that permeated the air.

The environment in the town was far worse than Leon had thought.

The streets and alleys were lined with corpses covered with rags, exuding a strong smell, and swarms of rats with withered and dirty hair sprang over the corpses, and a pair of black and red feet stretched out on the side of the road, and I don't know how many times they had been run over by the passing wheels, showing an indescribable appearance.

The heart-rending cough can be heard at every moment, like the wail of a black dead patient before he dies.

The town was so quiet that there was hardly any conversation, even the cries were slight, and death was coming every moment.

Leon struggled to keep himself from stepping on those corpses, and he had the illusion that he was in the end of the world.

"Has the epidemic been so serious?"

"Yes, young master. ”

Nelson was also sad: "More than half of the people in the town have died from the Black Death, and people stay at home and don't even want to go out to clean up the bodies. ”

Leon's footsteps came to a sudden halt.

A young girl with an out-of-focus gaze leaned against the wall, motionless, her face a little dark, but still with a relatively delicate appearance.

He reached out and waved in front of her, realizing that she was dead, but not lying across the street like the other corpses.

The life that should have been young and precious passed away like this, Li Ang sighed and said softly, "When will such a day come to an end?"

Nelson was silent for a moment before he said: "The Black Death is God's punishment, only when He takes back the punishment, it will fade, with the power of human beings themselves, it is impossible to eliminate the Black Death, so young master, you are a miracle." ”

"And ..... Young master, you shouldn't go near her. ”

Leon nodded, and despite his antibodies, the Demon Hunter also described it as "almost" not going to get sick again, not absolutely.

Just living in this environment, even if you don't get close to the corpses, if you want to avoid the Black Death, I'm afraid you can only look forward to the so-called "herd immunity".

A squeaky sound sounded -

A man in a black hood, like a mourner, pushes a wooden cart on top of which are stacked with two corpses covered with straw, but still revealing stiff hands and feet with black spots.

"Your Excellency Lyon. ”

He raised his head and drew a cross on his chest.

Leon subconsciously took a step back, because this person was wearing a face crow's beak like a plague doctor, and there was smoke billowing from the iron pores, and he looked like a monster at first glance.

The undertaker seemed, probably, perhaps smiled, and moved on.

I can vaguely hear the tune he sings softly: "My lover and I have a wound that has been stinking for thousands of years, we fell in love too late, and now my lover and I are going to be buried in the ground......"

Wounds are pus-related sores on the body of the Black Death?

Leon gradually quickened his pace, and this era was like the end of the world, and life became worthless...... Fortunately, he was resistant to the Black Death, otherwise he felt that his best way out of such hygienic conditions was to flee to the depths of the inaccessible forests and die in the mouths of wild beasts.

Guards in chainmail and smocks are knocking on doors: "Your lord, we will assemble and we will judge the wicked witches, and you should bear witness, only then will the plague end." ”

There was a violent cough in the house, and the man with a blue face around his turban opened the door and said, "Okay, I'll go to the square." ”

The guard looked at him, "Hey, man, I need to see you." ”

The man was shocked and stammered, "I ......"

The guard pressed his sword against his neck, and lifted the scarf from a distance, and then saw swollen lymph nodes around his neck, forming a bulge, as if he had been stung by a poisonous bee.

The guard shook his head and drew a cross on his forehead: "I'm sorry brother, you can't go to the rally. ”

"No ......"

"Please. ”

The man's lips trembled, and he wanted to plead, but the guard stabbed him in the heart with a short sword in the next moment.

Leon witnessed this scene with his own eyes, and he only felt a little dizzy in his brain, and everything he had seen before made him feel like he was falling into hell.

He grimaced, "Let's go, Nelson." ”

Only then did the guard notice this, inserted the long sword back into its scabbard, and said respectfully: "Young Master Leon, I haven't seen you for a long time. ”

Leon nodded slightly perfunctorily to the first executioner he had seen when he came to the other world, and then walked briskly down the gravel path to the square.

At this time, the square was already full of people, coughing one after another, and in the center of the square, there stood a charred cross.

Led by Nelson, Leon made his way through the crowd to the innermost platform in the square.

Before he could enter, he saw a mighty man standing there, staring at him with surprise—this was Leon's father, Baron Tebelly.

I saw him dressed in chain mail and a smock, with short curly brown hair and sharp eyes, like a wolf king of the grassland.

Baron Tbelli laughed heartily, "My son, I heard that you defeated the terrible Black Death, and you are truly the pride of me and my entire family. ”

Leon replied with ease: "Everything is protected by God. ”

It's strange that when it comes to facing the other party, he is not nervous.

At this moment, the crowd became agitated.

Sandwiched between two guards, a woman was pushed under a charred cross — her clothes were stripped and her body was covered in scars, her long brown hair was like straw, and she had apparently been tortured.

They tied her hands to it, and an executioner in black leather armor smeared black sludge on her forehead and painted it as a rudimentary cross.

There was an uproar.

"Burn the witch!"

"Her demonic accomplices, the plague was born of her, and burned her!"

"As long as the sun rises in the east and sets in the west, the witch must be burned to death!"

The woman known as the witch muttered in despair, her voice weak and hoarse, "I have never hurt anyone. ”

"I just came across an ancient book by chance, and I beg you to spare me. ”

"My father also died of the Black Death, and I hate the Black Death as much as you do, and I am not a spreader of the disease. ”