Monument of Life and Death

  Chapter 609 Mouse

   "In the game?" Luo Jiutian blinked, "Ten Day Banquet?"

  Baomu nodded and continued.

   "It's the sixth level of the game," the fool also translated, "Warm Farm."

   Xiaolan recalled the content of the sixth level. Compared with the other levels, the sixth level in his memory was almost non-existent, and he passed the level silly.

  Just remember...the scarecrow, the map, the man-eating monster, the black hole on the ground, and the...

   "Ah," Xiaolan remembered, "the source of happiness?"

  Baomu nodded.

  The task of the sixth level is to find the thing called the source of happiness. At that time, two of his teammates went down into the hole and got the black box containing the source of happiness.

  According to them, although the name is called the source of happiness, that thing gives people an inexplicable sense of crisis.

   "Do those liquids smell like the source of happiness?" the fool asked.

Baomu nodded vigorously.

  What's the smell of the source of happiness?

  I haven't touched the box up close, nor smelled it, but Xiaolan recalled the situation at that time.

   "I remember that under the box containing the source of happiness, there seemed to be rats." Xiaolan said.

  The fool agreed, "Yes, dense black mice."

  Rice, plague...the plague.

No way?

   "Look at it!" At this moment, Qin Yin, who was leaning against the window, yelled. Qin Yin could always use his excellent ability to distract and discover some unexpected situations.

"what's happenin?"

  The crowd gathered around the window and looked at the street outside the hotel. Their car was still parked there. The night was still filled with darkness. Two black figures stumbled past their car and rushed to the pharmacy aside.

  After a while, a person also ran out from the opposite shop and went straight to the pharmacy.

  Is another person...

   is still someone they have met.

   "Isn't this the little brother from the convenience store?" Qin Yin pointed to the thin figure and said.

  Everyone looked at each other and seemed to understand something.

  The plague has finally come.

  When the people in Wuyu Town relaxed their vigilance and regarded the plague as a joke, the first wave of plague came so quietly.

   "Bao Mu, how do you feel now?" The Taoist Master asked Bao Mu by the shoulder.

  Baomu pondered for a moment, then gently shook his head, "Nothing feels anymore."

  His voice came from between the fingers covering his mouth, and it sounded like a sticky ball.

   "Okay, Baomu, you don't have to be so careful," the fool pointed out the window, "Look, everyone is sick, even if you don't infect us, we will be infected by them."

  This is not a comfort even to Baomu.

   "Is there no signal yet?" The Taoist turned his head and asked Xiang Luo Jiutian.

   "No, there is not a single grid," Luo Jiutian showed on the phone screen, "What about you?"

  Everyone returned to their rooms and got their mobile phones. As expected, everyone's mobile phones were in a state of complete failure.

   "This is definitely not easy." The fool said with a frown.

   "In this case, there is no way," the Taoist stood up, "Let's send Baomu to the hospital first."

  "Will it be more dangerous in the hospital?"

   "That can't help but cure the disease," the Taoist chief pulled out a coat and put it on Bao Mu, "Everyone wear masks and let's go."

  At 3:30 in the morning, the street lights on both sides of the road were shining steadily. On the supposedly empty streets, you can see several speeding cars and pedestrians with painful expressions from time to time.

  I don’t know how many people have been affected by the plague.

  The inside of the car was not much better. Except for Zhang Boyin, everyone's faces looked like they were holding back their worries.

  Baomu turned his head to look at the street view outside the car window, and coughed again.

  No sleep.

  Occasionally, Xiaolan looks out the window and Baomu occasionally.

  The same is true for others.

  Suddenly, the fool slammed the brakes, and Xiaolan’s head slammed into the front seat, knocking her cheeks sore.

   "What's wrong?!" Qin Yin was even more miserable, and slammed his forehead on the window frame, "has something happened?"

   Xiaolan rubbed his head and turned his head to look forward.

On the ground in front of   , a pair of feet were exposed.

   "What!" Qin Yin also saw it, "Fool, you hit someone!"

   "No, I didn't bump into it," the fool defended. "He was lying there when I came... Master, do you want to go down and take a look?"

   "Let's get out of the car," the leader pushed the door, "other people stay in the car and don't move."

  The road leader and the fool walked to the front of the car, and the two squatted down, Xiaolan couldn't see them.

   "Can our car hold other people?" Qin Yin turned his head and looked at it.

   "You can squeeze out a position," Luo Jiutian stretched his neck, "but the question is...is it convenient for us?"

  The road leader and the fool did not return, and everyone in the car gradually became a little anxious. However, at this time, one person pushed the car door resolutely and ran to the two of them.

   is asking the spirit.

   Xiaolan was dumbfounded.

   "Who got off?" Qin Yin in the front row asked, "Ah? Is it Wen Ling?"

   "What is she going to do?" Luo Jiutian also asked.

  And they all looked at Xiaolan.

   "I don't know either." Xiaolan said bluntly.

  In a few seconds, the three people in front of the car stood up. Under the light of the car lights and street lights, Wenling's face was a little scary. She held the wrists of the Taoist and the fool with both hands, and desperately shook her head and said something.

  Judging from her mouth, she said, "No."

After   , she dragged the two back to the car.

  The two were confused. They looked at the same confused people in the car and asked, "What's the matter?"

"do not know."

   "Quick! Quick!" Wenling drove the two behind him, almost squeezing them back into their seats.

  After the two took their seats, Wen Ling immediately returned to her position, slammed all the doors closed, and stared vigilantly out of the car windows, as if they were approaching an enemy.

   "...Ask the spirit?" After a while, the Taoist leader asked cautiously.

   "Hmm." Wen Ling agreed, a pair of gray pupils still looking out the window.

   "Yes... Is there any situation?"

  Wenling slowly nodded absentmindedly. Two seconds later, she suddenly widened her eyes and stretched her fingers forward, "coming!"

  At first glance, Xiaolan did not distinguish anything special in the darkness.

  She squinted her eyes.

  In the darkness, two green spots of light lit up.

  The light spot flickered, swayed, approaching here.

  Baomu beside him became restless.

  The light spot emerged from behind the trash can on the corner of the street, shuttled in the dark, its body flashed, and it stopped where the light could reach.

   Xiaolan gasped.

  That is a mouse.

  The mouse was like patrolling the street, investigating and wandering, and soon passed their car and disappeared.

   "I understand..." Dao Chang's lips tightened, his face solemn, "The second wave of plague is coming."

  (End of this chapter)