Runaway Mengfei is not easy to mess with

Chapter 475 Plague ([-])

Xiling Lan was about to go forward to investigate clearly, when suddenly, she was pulled away by Xi Wu, and said with a serious expression, "Go away! This corpse is different! Everyone back up!"

This grabbing actually made the master-level Xilinglan retreat four or five meters abruptly, which shows how much strength Xiwu used!

Xilinglan didn't bother with him, her face changed: "Is it the plague?"

Mrs. Xiwu nodded, with a heavy expression on his face, took out a simple mask, put it on carefully, took out gloves, put it on, took out a white pill and swallowed it, before he dared to approach the corpse. I buried my head in research.

Seeing that Xiwu was so cautious, Xiling Lan hurriedly waved her hand. She and her close guards, like Mr. Xiwu, put on masks and gloves, and were fully armed.

Although her strength is strong, she is not like Chu Tianmu, who has a protective cup on her body, is not afraid of any poison, and is also afraid of plague at the master level. Otherwise, Master Xiwu can be so cautious?

After arming, he turned to ask: "What's going on? Didn't you order that if you find someone infected with the plague and die, you should immediately report it and bury it on the spot? Why are there still violent corpses in the wild?"

This corpse is not far from the official road. Who is so bold to throw the corpse of a person who died of the plague beside the pipeline? Is this the rhythm of death?

Just as he was talking, he heard exclamations from the guards. A few more corpses were found in front of him. They all seemed to have died from the plague.

Xilinglan and Xiwu's faces turned dark, thinking that they had managed to control the situation and temporarily stabilized the epidemic, and everything was under control, but the reality gave everyone a resounding slap in the face.

According to the theory, all plague deaths within the capital were burned first and then buried, and such a situation of throwing corpses into the wilderness would never happen...

If it wasn't for being thrown into the wilderness, how could there be such a scene where many plague victims died in the wilderness?

Xilinglan has an ominous premonition...

At this moment, a guard who walked to the outermost edge seemed to have discovered something, and beckoned: "There is still a living here."

Xilinglan and Xiwu hurried over in two steps. In front of the guards lay a thin woman with a gray complexion who could only breathe in but not breathe. She was still holding a swaddling baby in her arms. A black and thin baby in the swaddling baby had died long ago. It's been a long time.

Xiwu took out the silver needle from her bosom, and stabbed the woman a few times like lightning. The thin woman groaned, slowly opened her eyes, and looked around in confusion.

When he saw the faces of Xilinglan and the others, he was startled, reflexively hugged the baby in his arms, and shrank back until his back touched a stone. Then he looked at everyone in panic, and finally mustered up the courage Opened the mouth: "I beg your lord, please reward me with stuttering, even some saliva, my Erya—"

Speaking of this, the woman looked down at the baby in the swaddle, only to realize that her vitality had been cut off a long time ago, her vision went dark, and she never woke up again.

The guard next to him couldn't help muttering: "It's hard to find someone alive, well, he's dead again!"

Xiling Lan's cold voice sounded: "There is no need to find a job."

Everyone was puzzled, turned to look at her, and looked in the direction she was looking. On the pipeline, a group of dark crowds came from a distance. With good eyesight, they could be found that they were all refugees in distress, dragging the weak Body, staggering forward.

(End of this chapter)