above the disease

Chapter 8 Necrosis ([-])

Knife up and down.

Zhou Zhi slowly lifted the scalpel.

For a moment, the entire alleyway was filled with fragments of the corpse.

It was like blood was splattered everywhere, and all the ground was filled with strange-smelling mucus.

"Little Jay!"

"Little Jay!"

Ignoring Uncle Liang's crying, Zhou Zhi turned his right hand slightly.

The inexplicable heat keeps surging, like magma surging out from under the earth's veins.

After the operation is completed, the scalpel will of course need to be sterilized.

The essence of another epidemic eradication technique mastered by Zhou Zhi [High Temperature Boiling] is to use high temperature to eliminate epidemic diseases.

The scalpel gradually heats up and the mucus gradually fades away.

After nearly 1 minute.

Zhou Zhi put away his hand.

really.

The temperature is too low.

Under normal circumstances, disinfection at a temperature that can boil water is not a big problem.

But that was the world before.

Zhou Zhi knew very well that if high temperatures really could prevent the epidemic, then these ordinary people could do it and there would be no need for so-called epidemic exterminators.

[Old scalpel].

[From a normal perspective, something that can hardly be called a scalpel is regarded as a treasure by its owner].

[It seems to contain unknown power].

[The influenza virus was not completely killed after being sterilized by high-temperature disinfection after being contaminated with mucus from the mucus].

[The owner who uses it will have the following effects].

【1. Disease index increased by 5.00%. 】

[2. Wounds caused by clinical martial arts may increase influenza virus infection].

[3. A small increase in influenza antibodies].

Zhou Zhi transferred the scalpel from his left hand to his right hand.

Although it had been wiped clean by himself, there was no trace of mucus on the top of the scalpel, but Zhou Zhi still felt an inexplicable sticky feeling.

"It's...so...awesome."

"Is this the Plague Exterminator?"

"Boss..."

Beside Lei Heng, the younger brothers were whispering to each other.

The threat from the crying man just now seemed to have stopped instantly.

The slime on the ground and the three or four dead people did not make them feel too sad.

They were just glad that they didn't die.

Moreover, there is a real epidemic killer escorting him.

"Anti-epidemics have learned the art of epidemic eradication, and their body functions have undergone earth-shaking changes compared to ordinary humans."

Xia Yu's hair moved slightly and her eyes moved: "I've only heard of it in the academy."

She had a clear view of Zhou Zhi's action of killing the snivelling man just now.

It is impossible for ordinary people to jump three meters high and then land with a handsome twist.

The blade can cut through a human's skin as easily as cutting tofu.

Glancing at Uncle Liang who was crying, Xia Yu sighed.

"Uncle Liang."

"People who become completely sick and become diseased are equivalent to dying long ago."

"I am sorry for your loss."

Xia Yu helped Liang Bo up.

Xiaonan found a piece of white cloth and covered the strong man's face.

"Brother Jie is so kind, honest and honest..."

Konan lowered his head.

"Now is not the time to think about these things. People cannot be resurrected after death.",

Xia Yu said.

It's hard to imagine what would happen to people like me without Zhou Zhi.

Maybe Lei Heng and the others could escape, but not the patients brought by Xia Yu.

In the previous attack by the Snake Man, three or four patients had already been killed by the Snake Man.

Now, all the snivels in this alleyway have been temporarily killed.

In the short term, the slugs from other areas will not spread here. Now is a good opportunity to find supplies.

Lei Heng and others got there first and were already walking towards the inside of the alleyway with weapons in hand.

"Okay... okay... I see..."

Uncle Liang wiped his tears. The wrinkled skin was almost dead, like dead tree bark.

…………

A world that is not much different from the previous life.

At least that's how Zhou Zhi feels.

Passing dark alleys and low-rise houses.The stones are stacked on top of each other, twisting and turning.

A thin layer of white mold hung over the odd windows.

The vague fishy smell in the air spread along the path.

A snow-white face clung to the window of the house Zhou Zhi passed by, as if it had been squeezed.

Trying to climb out of the window.

Zhou Zhi looked at him and realized it was a dead [Sniper Man].

"Creatures like the Sniffles are monsters born when ordinary humans are infected with the [flu epidemic] and become sick to a certain extent."

"But its combat power is not much stronger than that of ordinary people. Several strong adults can easily kill a slug."

"The only thing that is more difficult to deal with is the virus they carry, but it is not fatal immediately."

Zhou Zhi stepped forward.

Although a disease of this magnitude is terrifying, it is not so scary.

"found it!"

A voice came from a distance.

Zhou Zhi moves according to the sound.

We arrived at a large store.

The door of the shop is covered with white bacteria.

"This is Uncle Liang's home...and Uncle Liang's shop!"

Xiaonan pointed at the signboard above and said loudly.

The cold feeling in the air has not dissipated.

Zhou Zhi stood at the end of the team, watching everyone push open the door and enter inside.

Most of the snot people have been wiped out, so logically, this place is basically safe.

But Zhou Zhi always felt that there was an inexplicable sense of spying around him.

On the street, in the alley.

As a doctor, rigor is very important.

He climbed up the stairs and entered Uncle Liang's shop.

According to Xiaonan, Uncle Liang's shop sold daily necessities, such as salt, sugar, and oil, and it could be said to be quite busy before the epidemic struck.

It's said to be a shop, but it's actually Uncle Liang's home.

In addition to the goods placed at the front entrance, there is a small courtyard on the inside.

Lei Heng and others quickly searched for supplies and wiped the white hair off the supplies.

Before Zhou Zhi entered the door, he heard Uncle Liang's heartbreaking voice.

"Old woman!!!!!!"

Uncle Liang's wife is lying on the bed.

He had died long ago, bathed in white hair.

The skinny body has not yet decayed, and the cheeks on both sides are sunken.
His body was covered in mucus and smelled bad.

"Quickly, get those things too!"

"And these!"

"Take them all!"

Lei Heng commanded excitedly, his small eyes radiating with brilliance.

Zhou Zhi looked around.

Ordinary family.

Together with the burly man from before, they are a serious family of three.

Zhou Zhi felt a little sad. He had seen many people like this before.

The sound of howling could occasionally fill the white corridors of the hospital.

Weeks performed over the inside tabletop.

Suddenly, he seemed to notice something.

Half squat.

What catches the eye is the lower end of the wooden tabletop.

scratches.

Human scratches.

There are quite a few of them, and they must have been aged for a long time.

[Someone’s scratches].

[There are people who have suffered enough pain kneeling at this table].

The message flashes.

Zhou Zhi stood up as if nothing had happened.

Go inside.

The house is not big, with only two rooms inside.

One belongs to Uncle Liang and his wife, and the other naturally belongs to their son.

Zhou Zhi didn't care at all and opened the door.

A vague stench emerged.

"It's the smell of spoiled food."

Zhou Zhi frowned.

(End of this chapter)