Central part of Tianyuan territory, fifth floor area.

The slightly cold morning breeze was filled with thick water vapor, causing the golden wheat fields to sway gently.

The dew-wet land exuded a strong earthy smell that lingered throughout the area.

As the leader of the Desolate Bone Tribe, the village chief of the Desolate Bone Village, and the person in charge of the Fifth Floor District.

Walking in the neat gravel streets that had been repaired, Huang Xiong's face was filled with a look of deep uneasiness and fear.

Since last week, the coughing sound has not stopped in the fifth floor area.

Whether it was morning or noon, afternoon or evening, almost everyone was struggling in the water vapor that was so thick that it was almost suffocating, making violent sounds that almost made them cough up their lungs.

Like a person falling into the abyss and drowning, under this continuous 100% humidity.

More and more people with poor physical fitness have begun to fall ill, with unbearable pain like needles all over their body.

And just yesterday, something even more desperate happened.

"This is not an ordinary cold or water poison, but an infectious disease. You can see that his skin has begun to ulcerate. This is definitely a very serious infectious disease. He is definitely hopeless!"

"It's hopeless, old man. I suggest you be careful what you say. This is my boss."

"No matter what, we have to save him."

"How to save him? We don't even know what infectious disease he has. Besides, where can we find medicine for him?"

"There must be a way. Hope Village and Tianyuan Shelter. Let's go find the manager. He must have a way."

"Oh, for the sake of an insignificant ordinary person, do you want the manager to specially allocate doctors to give him meaningless treatment?"

"What does it mean to be meaningless? Be careful what you say. Don't think that because you are an old man, I won't dare to hit you."

"Come on, hit me. Hitting me can cure infectious diseases, right?"

Nearby is a building specially designed to isolate flu patients.

Before getting close, Huang Xiong heard bursts of noise mixed with the patient's painful moans.

infectious disease?

Huangxiong's brows that had not yet relaxed were furrowed even more tightly, and the anxiety on his face could hardly be restrained.

They are not the gophers in the shelter to begin with. Their physical fitness is basically at the bottom level of humans due to their years of wandering.

Let alone any extremely bad weather, even if the weather is sunny and sunny, people will often get sick and die.

That is, after the world changed drastically, I came to this strange area and joined the manager's staff.

Only then did the small ancient tribe receive sufficient food supplies, and their physical fitness gradually began to recover.

However, this only lasted for more than three months.

Here we are today.

The rise in humidity has caused the immunity of the residents of Barren Bone Village to continue to decline, reaching an extremely dangerous critical value. In addition, in order to open up wasteland for planting fields some time ago, most of the villagers were working at full capacity, and there was already some

Contusion immunity recovery.

Thanks to the two-pronged approach, 17 people have fallen ill as of yesterday.

It doesn't sound like much, but it's already close to one-tenth of the entire tribe!

"You don't want to live, right? You know he has an infectious disease, but you still stick so close to him and make a lot of noise."

"Everyone get out of here!"

When Huang Xiong entered the building, he looked around, and his eyes fell on an area where more than twenty people were gathered and arguing, cursing angrily.

These damn foreign residents, although they all worked hard some time ago, also contributed a lot of "seeds" to the village.

But since the disaster struck during this period, their character shortcomings can't stop being exposed.

He has a bad temper and is difficult to control.

The heart is higher than the sky, and life is thinner than paper.

The behavior of these guys doesn't look like wanderers foraging for food in the corners of the city at all. Instead, they look more and more like those damn predators who like to gather in groups to cause trouble and always want to cause big things in the tribe.

No, when the corner of his eyes glanced at the man lying on the ground, Huang Xiong immediately knew something.

"Ahem, our Barren Bone Village will not give up on any villager."

"Whether it's a common cold, water poisoning, or any infectious disease, we will do our best to help treat it." Huang Xiong comforted him as he walked over, lowered his head and took a closer look.

It doesn’t matter if you don’t look at it, you will be shocked when you look at it.

Osmond, who was originally strong and strong, was really unlucky, and his body showed the most violent reaction.

Regardless of the patterns appearing on the surface of the skin, there is a frightening blue-black color crisscrossing the blood vessels.

There were still circles of rot under the belly, revealing the whitish minced meat underneath.

Osmond's bloodless face was as white as a piece of paper, and he looked like he had reached the end of his life.

only.

"How long has he been ill?"

"day and a half."

"What, he's been like this for a day and a half, why don't you take him out quickly?"

Huangxiong's eyes widened and he took two steps back, as if he couldn't believe that the tragedy that happened in front of him only took such a short time.

What kind of infectious disease can turn a healthy person into what he is now in less than two days?

What? The biochemical virus is coming?

After all, Huang Xiong is just the leader of an ordinary wanderer tribe.

At this moment, fear still arose in my heart involuntarily.

And when he panicked, the residents of the nearby Barren Bone Village who were watching the excitement suddenly became excited, and they seemed to want to "transfer" Osmond.

"help me."

A weak voice came from the ground.

Osmond, whose consciousness had fallen into a daze, suddenly woke up, stretched out his right hand and trembled in the direction of the wild bear.

"Boss, you wake up!"

"Don't worry, we will guard you, there will definitely not be anyone here who can carry you away!"

A similarly burly man walked out of the crowd, protecting Osmond behind him.

He is Quincy, the current vice-captain of the entire Marauder team.

Although predators often kill their companions for profit, there are times when they are extremely loyal.

Even though the two sides were already at war with each other, several Barren Bone Village guards standing at the door to maintain order came over with weapons.

A team of more than a dozen plunderers still did not flinch at all and surrounded Osmen.

Of course, this "sometimes" is naturally

"Boss, tell me the location of that thing, and I'll take it to Gopher Man's shelter to get you some special healing medicine!"

"They definitely do, they absolutely do!"

Taking advantage of the interval, Quincy lowered his head and leaned into Osmond's ear, speaking very quickly.

"What...what?"

Osmond opened his eyes, looked at him weakly and said.

"Of course." Looking around carefully, Quincy lowered his voice: "Boss, you took the industrial core of the bounty in Sunny Harbor Sanctuary, right? You don't have to be surprised. Brothers are not fools, and they can't be everywhere in the city.

Even though it’s a wanted person, I don’t know what it is.”

"You" Osmond's voice trembled, as if he wanted to say something.

But the torture caused by the illness was so severe that the second half of his sentence was completely stuck in his throat.

"Boss, if you are alive, my brothers can still hope to live a good life following you." A trace of regret appeared on Quincy's face: "But you are about to die now, you might as well tell me the location of that thing, maybe

There is still a chance of survival.”

"In the entire Qinggang City, only Qinggang Shelter has medicine to treat your infectious disease."

"No, no..." Osment wanted to refuse instinctively.

But what Quincy just said was like a curse, reverberating in his mind.

At this moment, human instinct kicked in, and the hope of survival had occupied his entire brain.

Give the Industrial Core to Clear Harbor Sanctuary.

Replace with special medicine.

Survive!

There is hope only if you survive, otherwise the thing is a dead thing.
To be continued...