Doomsday Dark Age

"What? It's about the water?"

Jian Fenghou also calmed down, looked at the wooden cup in Gao Feng's hand and asked curiously, but still didn't take it seriously.

"Plague, there is plague in the water..." It was Ye Kui who spoke this time. Before Ye Kui could finish speaking, his face was as pale as paper with his sword sealing his throat. He stepped back three steps and almost sat on the ground. His legs are strong enough.

"No... I'm not kidding..."

Jian Fenghou couldn't stay calm any longer, watching Gao Feng had weird thoughts in his heart, the person in front of him kept breaking his usual indifference, could it be that the heavens sent him to play with him?

"So I need proof...."

Gao Feng did not comfort or advise, but looked at Jian Fenghou with firm eyes and said.

An hour later, 32 wooden cups were placed in front of Gao Feng. This was water from all the wells around the Xuebaizi's residence. The well water in the distance was still being sent in a steady stream. Jian Fenghou went crazy and sent hundreds of people. To collect well water.

Ye Kui looked at the stern Gao Feng anxiously, and also stared at Gao Gao's three little supervisors. These three people also knew the possibility of the plague, and they were even more anxious than Ye Kui.

Gao Feng's left hand slowly passed over the mouths of the cups. Every time he passed over the mouths of the cups, a stream of white air floated up and hovered over the mouths of the cups. After all the 32 wooden cups were stroked, 28 wooden cups had Ye Kui heaved a sigh of relief at the whirling white air, there are at least four more, aren't they?

But Gao Feng gasped, only four of them were missing. The degree of pollution of the water source was beyond his imagination, and it had reached an extremely serious level.

"Water can only be drawn from these four wells in the future..."

Gao Feng pointed to the mark on the wooden cup, and said to the three little supervisors, these three fierce and mighty guys were like little chickens in front of Gao Feng, they nodded and dared not fart.

"There are results..."

Jian Fenghou rushed in, and was about to tell the new information he had obtained, when he saw 28 wooden cups circling white air, his face turned black for an instant, and ink was about to drip out, he also saw the seriousness of the matter.

"From the third day after the construction of the big camp, people had diarrhea and vomited acid water every day, but not many people died, and the sickest ones couldn't stand up. It didn't reach the level of the plague. Many people thought it was not a disease, but hunger. ...."

The news of the sword sealing the throat calmed Gao Feng a little. At least it was not a severe infectious disease like the Black Death, and the fatality rate was not high, which meant that there would be no dead people one by one.

"I don't know exactly how many people died, and I don't know exactly how many people got sick. Among the blood cubs, only more than 30 got sick, and none of them died..."

These words of Jian Fenghou gave Gao Feng the urge to beat someone up, what kind of data is this?Is it hearsay?

"The dead are the fifth-class waste, and most of the sick are people like them..."

Behind Jian Fenghou, there is a blood cub, who is also a small supervisor, at least he said it more clearly than Jian Fenghou.

Gao Feng was reminiscing about the known diseases and looking for similar infectious diseases in his previous life memory, Jian Fenghou said very affirmatively:

"It's definitely not a plague, it's just some minor ailments..."

"madness……."

When Gao Feng heard this, he snorted coldly, and retorted unceremoniously, making several junior supervisors glare at Gao Feng, but Jian Fenghou was a more humble person, he didn't care about the irony in Gao Gao's words, just looked at Gao Feng and waited for the next sentence .

"People are different in physical strength, and the time of the outbreak of the plague is also different. The fifth-class desolate people can't even eat, how can they still have the physical strength to resist the outbreak of the plague? It's like you can kill people with a knife after starving for three days? I can't see it now. , does not mean that there will be no problems in the future, more than 30 blood cubs have fallen ill, and there is no problem?"

What Gao Feng said on the phone call was half-understood, only Jian Fenghou understood a little bit, and said doubtfully:

"You mean, if we don't have enough to eat, we will die of illness like the fifth-class desolate people?"

"I'm afraid it's not just that. Even if you are full every day, you will still get sick, but it will be a little later than others..."

Gao Feng wants to break the fluke of the sword sealing the throat. In his opinion, unless the personal immunity can counteract the virus, otherwise it will always be latent in the body and wait until a certain time to erupt. Once it erupts, it will not be one or two. , but a piece of sickness, at that time, if there is no one to take care of them, it will only continue a vicious circle.

"Is there any way to save them?"

Jian Fenghou was silent for a few seconds, thinking over these words in his heart, and finally decided not to think about whether it was the plague, and asked the final answer directly.

"Drink plenty of clean hot water, maintain personal hygiene, it is best not to keep fleas and lice, get some quicklime and sprinkle the corners of the camp, remove the garbage in the camp, bury the toilet every day, and isolate the sick people, Ensure the diversity of food, let them eat more fresh wild vegetables..."

Gao Feng couldn't find a better way. The only way was to collect germ samples and send them to the underground world to develop special medicines through the channels of Fan Meiren and Eagle Eye. Also powerless.

"Did you hear me?"

Jian Fenghou turned around and waited for a few small supervisors, they nodded repeatedly,

"Then why are you still in a daze? Why don't you hurry up..."

Jian Fenghou let out a roar, which caused several small supervisors to rush out of the tent quickly, and then rough roars sounded outside.

"I don't care what the purpose of your coming here is, no matter whether the plague is true or not, the blood bastard will accept your kindness, and the three soldiers you told me before, I will keep these in mind, do you need any help? , just tell me..."

After all, it is the leader of the elite army who has gone through a big scene. Jian Fenghou is no longer dazed and flustered before, and he has become confident again. His one-eyed eyes are deep and far away, giving people the feeling of Chicheng.

"I want to know the whereabouts of a person..."

Gao Feng pondered for a while, and finally stated his main purpose. Although he changed several times and accidentally fell out, he finally found the entry point.

"We just left?"

From the moment he walked out of the third formation's garrison, Ye Kui was still a little confused. He thought he would stay with Gao Feng among the blood cubs.

"Do you think they will keep two Jia Luo who don't know the details in the camp?"

Gao Feng looked at Ye Kui strangely, as if looking at an idiot.

"Didn't you have a good relationship just now? That Sword Throat thinks highly of you?"

Ye Kui hated Gao Feng's eyes, but his curiosity overcame his inner pride, and he was not ashamed to ask.

"Sword Sealing Throat is more cunning than you imagined. Do you think they can survive to this day only because of their strong combat power?"

Gao Feng is now full of feasibility analysis of various plans in his mind, and he no longer thinks about the blood cub. Through contact, he already knows that it is more difficult to subdue the blood cub than it is for him to travel back to his previous life. Thinking about this, he casually played around with Ye Kui.