Plague Doctor

“Death... Gu Jun, I know you, but you don't know yourself... you will, you will...”

The stone stage collapsed, Mr. Wilde backed off on the ground continuously, still screaming madly until Gu Jun's eyes instantly became more powerful than the knife with the severed head. Mr. Wilde's tiny bean eyes were instantly filled with blood.

Weirdly harsh noises came out of his throat, and the other faux red ear fell.

“Damn, he died...” Mr. Wilder scratched his freakin 'face with both hands, a bloody scratch.

He scratched as hard as he could, first the blood, then even the flesh was caught, the screaming mixed with the mad laughter.

This unspeakable strange sound makes all the people creepy, how can there be such a madman in the world...

“Didn't King Yellow come? Didn't death come?... The crown of King Yellow has been worn on your head...”

Mr. Wilder suddenly strangled his hands to his neck, and his body, though small and deformed, was so powerful.

A few times, he broke his neck raw and bled like a slit throat, his hands twitched, and a fierce spasm made his whole body twist into a strange shape.

The sound of madness stopped, and the light in the narrow eyes disappeared.

Mr. Wilder died and was strangled with his own hands.

And with the death of this madman, all the other white masks in yellow have disappeared... which surprises the astronomers, has this been the only Mr. Wilde? Or has the twisted space brought the other yellow men back somewhere else?

The ripples of space have stabilized and the entire grand open-air theatre has dissipated like wind.

The crowd suddenly discovered that there was a hazy yellow sand surrounding it and that the red sun was rising at dawn in the sky.

Gasping peacocks, Catherine, they looked around to make sure it wasn't the desert outside of Wharton, Australia, or the Bunazik Desert. And their vehicles, and some other things, all changed back to the way they were.

Had it not been for the bodies of Zheng Jialiang and Mr. Wilde, what had just happened would have been a dream.

On the other side, Gu Jun closed his eyes, took a few deep breaths, and pressed down the disturbance in his mind.

A nightmare wonder has reduced its erosion by more than 18%. Those two blank dream bubbles that were just on the edge of the shatter didn't hold up much. Almost all of them relied on Wu Shiyun's marshmallow dream. He only survived this fight. The saltfish dream is very resistant to darkness.

After this abyss, however, an additional 3 per cent erosion was added, bringing the total back to 6.1 per cent.

He noted that in his mind, the prompt message of the system continuously popped up:

[Abyss Task “10% Abyssal Erosion in a Week” - Task Complete!

[You completed the task more than a hundred hours in advance with a 10-star rating]

[Task reward waiting to be claimed: unknown, click to claim your reward]

[Your mental erosion level has dropped to a safe area, the alarm is off]

[Your Heartbeat Hammer Refinement is up, +20000, Rank Up! The current level is second weight (0300000 hammer refinement)]

Ten star completion reward? Haven't received it before...

The strong heart has finally upgraded, the heart does seem to beat more forcefully...

“Xian Jun?” Wu Shiyu's voice is coming, "okay? Can we see you? ”

Like other astronomers, she was not aware of what was going on. All she knew was that Gu Jun had used powerful spells, and that spells would reverse themselves.

“Fine, I'm fine.” Gu Jun turned around and said, seeing that everyone was fine, the five peacocks were fine, and his heart relaxed a big stone.

He wiped the blood that was almost blindfolded and shouted: "Zixuan, come and stitch me up. ”

Wu Shiyu, Cai Zixuan and several others rushed up immediately, while Xue Ba was trying to contact the station with a satellite phone, Lu Xianning was carrying people to maintain order for the people.

“Ah Yark Jun...” Cai Zixuan is one of the doctors of the death squad and carries a small medical bag. Now let Wu Shiyu help first. He put on sterile gloves and wiped the blood from Gu Jun's eyelids with a cotton ball. He sewed it up with needle money and his hands were shaking slightly...

Not because of the horror of this face, or the blurred flesh of the eyelids, but because of the heartache.

In the past, Yark Jun existed in Bangla, but now he looks like he can stop children's nightmares. This sacrifice is too great.

Ordinary children around began to cry, and even frightened adults began to say, "Oh, my God."

Catherine, Tom, they saw that the bald-headed tattoo guy was still a little strong, shrunk aside with his girlfriend, scared of being noticed.

What we are going through today is doomed to change these people's world views forever.

Including themselves, of course.

“I look a little different.” Gu Jun said to his friends, "but I'm still that guy. ”

“Individuals are better than kangaroos.” Wu Shiyu's eyes measured him, "this face, go to Korea, should be all right? ”

Gu Jun couldn't help but laugh. Then he laughed. "There must be another way, there must be more...”

Happy days between the two infected the others, and one thing that was already very sad became a bitter laugh.

After all, Wu Shiyu is right. The most important thing is that people come back alive. Leave the matter of the face to the Korean doctor.

“You remind me of something.” Cai Zixuan stitched the thread and said with emotion: "After the ordeal, it will look sweet. ”

“Lu Xun or Shakespeare?” Gu Jun asked, isn't that what the astronomical hero said again?

“Shakespeare. ”

I liked the emotional characteristics the same, Gu Jun smiled and looked at his friends, but his hair was less.

And he really felt Zixuan's hands-on progress, and this hand stitching was much more powerful than he thought.

Meanwhile, Wang Ruoxiang, Gao Yi and others were quietly following the rules, and staying there still; while Xue Ba, who was working on a satellite phone, was suddenly happy to shout: “Connected! We're in the desert desert now, and the bureau has sent help. ”

“How's the spell department?” Wu Shiyu asked.

“Grandpa Tong said that thanks to your intelligence, there were several incidents of madness involving personnel, but they were all under the control of martial law personnel, with no significant impact.” Xue Ba walked over and handed the phone to Gu Jun, "Ah-jun, Grandpa Tong asked you to listen. ”

Gu Jun picked up this black satellite phone and answered it in his ear. "Hello? ”

“Joon!?” Grandpa Tong's roaring ecstatic voice came out, "is that really you, son? Really!?”

“Yes, it's me.” Gu Jun couldn't help but laugh again. The warmth of his heart was even stronger. He also missed this old man a little.

He listened to Grandpa's laughter, looked around the crowd, knew there was still a lot to be done, sweeping the rebel forces, healing the classical syndrome, applying and studying the old stamp technology… There was more to figure out, he did not think that the Brotherhood had only one Mr. Wilde.

The Hereafter, the Lalaire Order, there's another Brotherhood in Yellow.

Indeed, the world is deteriorating, and the future is full of variables.

But Gu Jun looked at the people around him who had not met for a long time. Let's deal with them together. As Peacock once said, the doctors of the tribe have taught us, we will guard the ordinary with superiority.