Doomsday Hunter

It was a friend Wes had known before the apocalypse. After the end of the world, it should be considered a kind of luck that someone who knows someone is still alive.

So Wes entertained this middle-aged man with a tumor in his left eye as usual. If he can gain weight, it means that this guy is doing well. People who can't eat enough will definitely not gain weight.

Before the apocalypse, some poor people could get fat even by eating junk food, but after the apocalypse they will definitely not.

What junk food, that's luxury.

Wes fry two steaks of unknown animal, cook some noodles, and drink a glass of wine with a friend.

"Oh, my eyes are getting harder and harder to see." The friend sighed while rubbing the tumor in his left eye: "The right eye is not long, and it is still blurry. And I always have a headache."

"..." Dr. Weiss wanted to diagnose him, but in the end said nothing.

Put on a mask in two days to treat this friend.

There is no pain after death, but why not let our doctors solve the pain in life? Is it just to make these people yearn for death?

It should be noted that, without pain, there will naturally be no joy, becoming a ghost seems to be in another way or, in fact, the person has ceased to exist.

Wes let out a sigh. didn't say anything. Friends began to talk about things before the end of the world.

"Now that your clinic has closed down, you can only help people identify herbal foods in the market every day. A surgeon, I will feel sorry for you when you do this." The friend seemed to be drunk and slammed it out.

"It would be nice to have a meal." Wes bowed his head.

"Come with me, let's rent a car, go outside with the caravan, and leave the desert of death. The doctors are doing well outside..."

This is the truth. In addition to the combatants, the most popular in the last days are the doctors and engineers. Any survivor camp can be raised as a baby by everyone.

"You're drinking too much." Wes sighed.

"I'm not drunk." The friend waved: "I don't want to stay in such a ghost place anymore. Even if I die, I'm just a low-level ghost. I want to do business to make money... I want to marry a beautiful wife..."

Dr. Weiss didn't drink much. After all, for people who want to take a scalpel, drinking too much alcohol will affect the stability of the fingers.

Usually Wes's token drink is only when the friend comes to him.

Seeing his friend's emotion and pain, Wes sighed.

Human suffering cannot be eliminated by death.

On the contrary, only by living can there be hope for everything. Religions always describe a beautiful afterlife world where everyone faces death peacefully. But we sue the dead bird, but we hope that you don't have to be calm in the face of death, so that you can experience the beauty of life.

He suddenly remembered that his scalpel was still confiscated in the pocket of his robe. Looking at the friend who seemed to be delirious, he finally took out the knife and walked towards his closet.

The doctor opened the mezzanine of the closet and was about to put the scalpel in.

But I saw my friend push open the bedroom door, with a wine bottle in his hand, and put the surgical tools, medicines, and crow mask in the mezzanine into his eyes.

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"Catch a dead bird member and reward 80,000 spirit coins, or equivalent food and weapons. Provide effective clues and reward 8,000..."

Li Le read the reward on the bulletin board, "Those who don't report the information will sit together. No burial and no monument can be erected after death."

Does that mean it doesn't make you a ghost?

It's pretty ruthless, so it's estimated that everyone will report it when they encounter it. Maybe someone gets caught, I'll go and save one.

It didn't take long for him to see it.

Before dying, Dr. Weiss, who was tied to a pillar, was still reminiscing about being betrayed by a friend a few days ago.

Maybe the drunk friend didn't want to betray Wes at first. But when he wakes up, recalls the crow mask and medical equipment in the closet, and then looks at the bounties everywhere, and even sits on the regulations...

Maybe this friend shouldn't have been let go in the first place.

Just blame Wes for being too soft-hearted. It's not true friends. So being caught is normal.

In the face of someone like him who disobeyed death, the church naturally had only one way to deal with it.

kill.

It would be even better if we could take this opportunity to draw out a few accomplices.

The Bone Priest was still on the pyramid, battered by the wind and the sun, unmoved by thunder, playing his game of bone building blocks.

"Don't blame me... I can't help it..." Holding a wine bottle, the middle-aged fat man with a tumor in his left eye hid in the corner, with the eight thousand spirit coins he just got in his pocket.

Perhaps because he drank too much alcohol, the middle-aged fat man's hands were shaking. The eyes that were blurred from time to time were now even more blurred.

The crowds who came to see the killing were noisy and crowded.

The middle-aged man was pushed to the ground, the tumor in his left eye was broken, and the pus and blood kept gushing out. He tried to get up again, but was unsuccessful again.

Wes was planning to have surgery on him. That way the fat man won't die.

And for a lonely guy like him, who will build a coffin and erect a monument for him after his only friend dies? In addition, this person's belief is not pious, and most likely there is no chance to become a ghost.

Dr. Wes, who was tied to the post, was gagged and could not say anything.

He saw several of his companions in the crowd, but they didn't seem to find a chance to save people.

As a surgeon, there are many lives that either escaped death or did not escape death at his hands. It can be said that this profession is dealing with death every day.

But in the face of his own death, Wes found that he still couldn't be relieved.

The income in this industry is good, but it is very tiring. Those doctors who advise you to eat regularly and pay attention to rest every day have the most irregular life. Often an operation takes more than ten hours, and I don't know when I can eat lunch and dinner.

Tiredness is one thing, danger is another. Doctors are infected and injured by patients who don't know what to do.

I don't know how many people who study medicine complain and regret.

But their presence is meaningful.

Wes closed his eyes, didn't look, didn't want to. I just want to go a little easier.

Of course, it would be better if someone came to rescue him.

After a few shots, Wes found that he was still alive, opened his eyes again, and saw a man in a windbreaker with a lollipop in his mouth fell in front of him, tore off the clump of cloth in his mouth and him. body rope.

"Come on, doctor. I have a lot to ask."

Li Le stroked Wes up, then looked in the direction of the pyramid.

The White Bone Priest had just piled up a giant dragon with bones, and when Li Le stared at it like this, his hand shook. The dragon collapsed instantly. Then the gray fog flashed, and Wes and Li Le disappeared together on the execution ground.

The dead church members whose arms were shot by Li Le were wailing on the ground. Unfortunately, no doctor can come to treat them.

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