Chapter 5 Death-Resisting Grass

When they woke up again, the sun had already shone on the faces of mother and daughter.

At this time, the door to the patrol room has been opened...

What happened yesterday seemed like a dream.

The mother and daughter opened the door.

There are still dried blood stains in the aisle...

Every room looked like it had been ravaged by wild animals.

There were several dead rats on the ground in the small yard. These rats were all killed by Hou Dongsheng using the evil wind to point them to death.

Yesterday, after absorbing the black smoke of more than a dozen corpses, Hou Dongsheng's soul power greatly increased, and the corresponding power of the evil wind finger also increased greatly.

From stunning the rat to killing it, it only took one night.

That black smoke may be the origin of the soul. If it is absorbed by the spiritual body, it will be extremely beneficial to enhance the soul power.

He found the corpse of a crow with its head chopped off in the patrol room, and thought that he might have been infected by crows when he came to the patrol room.

At this time, Hou Dongsheng had just left the patrol room.

Hou Dongsheng was walking on the street in the early morning and saw several dead crows on the ground.

One of the rats is nibbling...

Hou Dongsheng raised his hand and grabbed it, and a gust of cold wind caught the mouse in his hand.

The mouse has not mutated yet, but the dead crows on the ground have been badly eaten, and their body parts are scattered everywhere.

Hou Dongsheng looked solemn. He could almost deduce what happened last night.

last night.

A group of crows that ate the doctor's body attacked the night patrolmen on the road and infected them all. One of the patrolmen brought a crow with its head chopped off and brought it back to the patrol room to show them what had happened to the crow.

Evil, but didn't want to be on night patrol. The corpse poison broke out and massacred the entire patrol room...

At that time, they only took away one crow, and the other crows were left on the road and were eaten by rats in the middle of the night...

Hou Dongsheng: "Oh...it's over now."

strangeness!?

If my guess is right, then Qingliu Town shouldn't be so quiet. It should be a dead city.

"I'm selling candied haws..." the vendor started to sell.

Shops are opening one by one.

"Big bowl of tea..."

"Big oil noodles..."

"Your Majesty... I killed the pig just this morning. Look at the kidney meat..."

"Sir, please come inside and take a look at the new products of our cloth shop..."

A prosperous scene...

"Squeak, squeak, squeak..." The mouse in Hou Dongsheng's hand twitched crazily.

Finally, he rolled his eyes and turned into a dead mouse.

A dead rat that couldn't move at all...

Are you unable to move during the day, or do you just die as soon as the day comes?

Rubbish!

This is different from the zombies in Resident Evil, they are simply too weak.

The dark wind blew, and all the crows on the ground fell into Hou Dongsheng's hands.

It is not too late.

By dealing with all sources of pollution during the day, the people in this town can be saved.

Even after two lives as human beings, even after death, they turned into strange inhuman beings.

Hou Dongsheng is still the same Hou Dongsheng.

He is not a hero, who will not sacrifice himself to save others, nor is he a villain, who will not do evil for no reason, he is just an ordinary person with a kind background.

If you can save the residents of a town without damaging your own interests, then why not save them?

Being kind to others and doing good without hurting yourself are Hou Dongsheng's principles.

Hou Dongsheng grabbed the crow and mouse and walked quickly to Zhao Enyuan's courtyard.

Zhao Enyuan resurrected Hou Dongsheng's body, and he should have left some documents behind.

On the way...

Hou Dongsheng passed by passers-by. If the passers-by saw his appearance clearly, they would be surprised, or even take a step back in fear.

I also have a problem with my face!

Hou Dongsheng pushed open the small courtyard door.

A child stood in the courtyard.

This child was the child Hou Dongsheng saved last night. Unexpectedly, he came back again.

"Ah! It's you." The child also recognized Hou Dongsheng, so he looked even more frightened.

Hou Dongsheng threw the crows and mice on the ground and closed the courtyard door.

Hou Dongsheng: "What's your name?"

"Xiaosheng Zhao Shi is the alchemy boy at the Zhao Family Medical Center, and my master is Zhao Enyuan." Zhao Shi said respectfully.

"I actually didn't die. I just pretended to be dead and fell into a coma. It was your master who saved me." Hou Dongsheng explained.

Zhao Shi swallowed.

Hou Dongsheng: "Do you know how your master saved me?"

Zhao Shi: "I don't know... I'm just a boy refining medicine."

Hou Dongsheng: "What medicine did he give me at that time?"

Zhao Shi frowned.

Even if you weren't dead at the time, you should have been in a coma. How could you be so clear?

However, Zhao Shi did not dare to ask.

Zhao Shi: "It is made from a strange herb that grows in the snow valley. The master said that according to ancient books, the herb is called Nishicao and has the effect of reversing life and death."

Hou Dongsheng: "Bring me the prescription, and then go get a bronze mirror."

Zhao Shi: "Follow your orders."

Taking advantage of this free time, Hou Dongsheng skillfully set up the brazier again.

There is no need to look for firewood, zombie crows are the best fuel.

He lit the crow and put it in the brazier, and black smoke rose from the brazier.

Hou Dongsheng took a deep breath and breathed it into his spirit body.

Black smoke can also be produced during the day...

After a while.

Hou Dongsheng burned all the crows to ashes.

There is also a little mouse.

Hou Dongsheng thought for a moment and did not throw it into the brazier. Instead, he tied it with a rope and hung it on a wooden stick.

Zhao Shi: "Sir...this is a medical book and a bronze mirror."

Hou Dongsheng took the bronze mirror and looked at his face in the bronze mirror.

His face was purple and bloodless, and he felt like he was terminally ill after being poisoned.

No wonder pedestrians would look surprised and suspicious when they saw him.

Hou Dongsheng: "Are there masks in the medical center?"

Zhao Shi: "No."

"Forget it..." Hou Dongsheng took the medical book, walked into the room and started reading...

This is not a medical book, but a medical practice diary.

Zhao Enyuan worked for the Prince of Fujian and studied under the imperial physician Wu Fuzi.

The prince was critically ill and died.
To be continued...