Giant of Light: I am the Old Ones

Chapter 238 City of the Dead
"His face, his nose is bleeding, he's going to turn into a monster too!"

"We have to burn this place! Burn them all here so no one will be infected!"

"Ahem - yes, ahem, burn them to death!"

"You're coughing too, right, stay away from me! Damn it!"

"Shut your spitting mouths! I don't care what happens inside. You can continue to watch the fun here. Don't wait until monsters appear near your home and your family members are bitten to death. Crying here."

Blake soon felt dizzy and fell directly to the ground:

"Kill, kill me, Gehrman, I can't hold on anymore, don't let me become like that-ahem!"

Gehrman quickly pulled off the protection of his arm, freed his hand to shove Blake's shoulder, and headed towards the reception room on the first floor.

It is impossible for those people outside to open the door for them.This is not important, what is important is how many patients of this damn disease are still in this city!Are they all hopeless?

"Let's wait until you're dead. I don't want to owe you this favor."

Hermann pulled out a self-defense dagger from the side of his boot. This thing was his treasure, a gift from his daughter.

Even if there is a living dead in front of him, he is reluctant to cut it.

At this moment, he tore off Black's shirt, looked at the black and red lines spreading on the skin, and stroked his arm to find a blood vessel.

Perhaps it was in retrospect that Blake stared and gritted his teeth and said:
"I'm afraid you are stupid. The academy has been promoting it for many years. Bloodletting is an ancient thing. This method won't work."

Hermann took a deep breath and did not answer.

He randomly pulled a piece of newspaper from the side, folded it into a ball and stuffed it into Blake's mouth.

"Shut up, I'll treat you like a dead horse."

At this time, the dark pine-colored lines had almost reached Chief Blake's neck. His mouth began to bite unconsciously, drooling, and his pupils became dilated.

He tried to raise his arms, with his hands in a grasping position, and was heading towards Gehrman. He didn't know whether to push him away, or to grab the other person's shoulders, knock him to the ground, and then start eating.

It's really like treating a dead horse as a living horse.

Hermann had no other choice.

The dagger cut through the skin and accurately found the blood vessel. As the blood flowed rapidly, the spreading black and red lines seemed to have lost power and became extremely slow.

Then Blake's face took on a pale, frail pallor, not the sickly pallor in which the blood cannot flow.

This is a good thing, at least it proves that he is still alive.

Seeing those black and red lines begin to recede, Herman pulled off his shirt and used it as a bandage to stop the bleeding.

Now most of the clothing materials that could be torn off and used for other purposes had been torn off his body, and he looked like a ragged beggar.

Panting heavily, he continued, "Look, it's just been saved."

Blake regained his energy and covered his forehead. This was really a joke.

Beep——!
The alarm sounded outside the building. First, it was the fire alarm of each building. The simple electronic circuit buzzer started to alarm. Then, outside the door, there were vehicles crashing and leaning against each other due to uncontrollable accidents. The hoods Thick smoke billows below.

It seems that it was determined that today, the city that was originally dominated by the living people was suddenly occupied by the dead, and began to turn the living people into one of them, or the indigestible parts in their stomachs.

"Town, you have to go back to the town! Those children, many children are sick!"

Hermann held Black down and said in a deep voice: "You should worry about yourself first. With Ludwig and Amanda in the town, there won't be any surprises. It's us instead."

Gehrman stopped suddenly, stood up slowly, and looked out the window.

In just a few minutes, the city has changed.

"On the contrary, we have to think about how to escape from this city. I remember that there is a special sewer in the city hall. If it is not too dirty, we have to leave from there."

Flanders City, a slum.

Ander let out a mouthful of saliva, showing his old yellow teeth, took the few banknotes handed over by the old woman in front of him, nodded them casually, and put them into his bosom.

"Send it in, don't look at it or ask questions. Your son will be cured in a few days."

Ender unchained the iron door behind him. Inside was a tunnel leading to an underground warehouse.Many "people" who are sick and insane will be sent here for "treatment".

The old woman hurriedly got out of the way as if she was receiving an amnesty. Several men behind her carried a tied up person with a piece of cloth in his mouth, who was struggling and entered the tunnel.

Ender sat at the entrance of the tunnel. He saw that the streets in the distance seemed a little chaotic, but he didn't care.

There are several brothers nearby watching, and no one can cause trouble here.

Rapid footsteps soon came from behind him, and he knew that the environment in which the patient was kept was not very comfortable.

But this mother wouldn't rush out as soon as she abandoned her son.

Ender stood up holding his knees. The thick iron door was unlocked and had to wait until the people inside came out before closing it.

"Monsters, there are monsters inside!"

The first few people running were the men who were looking at the patient just now. One of them was covering his arm, which was dripping with blood. It seemed that he had been bitten.

"Haha, I should have warned you not to get bitten. Those dogs always want to bite people before they are cured."

Ender didn't care, and was disdainful of the frightened looks on the men's faces.

The men paid no attention to the old man and ran away screaming.

Ender waited for a long time, but didn't wait until the old woman came out.

"Ma'am! It's time to come out!"

Ender stubbed out the cigarette, and his expression finally showed some doubts.

He clapped his hands, but the brothers who were supposed to be watching nearby did not respond to him.

Perhaps due to the influence of the few banknotes he had just received, Ender did not follow the instructions of the person who taught him to do so. He must close the iron door and lock the iron chain if necessary.

He opened the door and walked in. After passing through the tunnel, his eyes were completely dark.

"Hell, don't you even turn on the lights?"

He turned on the light, but it was still dim. On the flat ground in front of him, the tied man had broken free and was kneeling on the ground.

There seemed to be some sobbing sounds, or gnawing sounds.

In Ender's eyes, it was like a son kneeling and crying in front of his mother who had an accident.

Until the son turned around.

"what--!"

Ender staggered and ran in the tunnel. In front of him were several familiar figures, his gang brothers.

He breathed a sigh of relief, but didn't stop at all.

Perhaps because the scene he just saw was too terrifying, Ender was thinking too much and didn't notice at all that the postures of the brothers seemed to be a little stiff.

(End of this chapter)