Plague Doctor

“Joon? Joon, are you okay? ”

So many beautiful women by the oak grove, the first person to come in the wind was Uncle Egg.

Uncle Egg held on to Gu Jun and looked at the wound that was still bleeding on his shoulder and abdomen. “Fine, it wasn't deep...” Gu Jun was worried about more than just these two wounds. Everyone could see that he was already scaled, covered in mud and dead leaves, and he didn't know how to suffer.

“Everything is a little greedy.” Wu Shiyu's heart hurts to help him too, "I wish I had known only that you wouldn't be beaten up in the New Year. ”

Deng Xiaomei looked silently and his eyes were also concerned.

“I'm fine...” Gu Jun sat down as they helped him to clean up the surgical cloth in the distance. Uncle Egg and the team's other medical staff, Sammy Walter and Garina Sokolova, immediately handled his wounds, morphine, cleaned, stitched and bandaged.

At the same time, he listened to Shinning's scolding talk about what was going on back and forth. His memory fragments were right. Three hours ago, after he left Little Wally's ward, he went insane, and then outside the psycho-psychological building, he summoned an unknown alien blackbird with an unknown spell and rode away.

Wang Ruoxiang of the base of the spell department saw the surveillance footage and said it wasn't Bayaki.

Peacocks, they say, are not nightmares.

The big blackbird was flying at an incredible speed, but if it was to be intercepted by warplanes or attacked by missiles, the command center did not do so, but tracked it by satellite, and when it found the blackbird in this mountain forest in the northern part of the state, it immediately sent a team of concentrators to look for it.

The satellite had already locked an area, inspired by Wu Shiyu and Deng Ximai, and the team quickly found his trail and caught up to this juncture.

In that case, Gu Jun knew that he had arrived early in the forest and woke up a few hours later by the pool.

Or the witch, which took hours to muster her strength here.

Her power made his eyes see the night above this forest, but now there's sunlight, and it's clear.

“Hey, was that an anomaly?” Xianning asked again, staring at Gu Jun with his left eye, "You seem quite spirited? ”

Everyone was surprised when they heard about it. Gu Jun's condition made his heart really feel like riding a roller coaster. He used to look crazy and now looks better.

“It seems a little different...” Wu Shiyu wiped Gu Jun's face with sterile wet paper and turned his eyes. “Uh, I don't know, is that a good change? ”

Everyone knows that Wu Shiyu is not the type of person who can easily speak poorly, and she has unique insights even in the face of what others feel is a mess.

Now even she doesn't feel clear, it must be too messy.

“It's complicated...” Gu Jun just said, "I can't say that mysterious signal, that strange thing for the time being,“ but I don't think I'm crazy... that was an evil believer, not actually my sister, not from the Lalaire Order, a witch, to eat me, the existence of a thousand faces... ”

He stated that some of the information he had just received had been returned to the command centre by military radio stations. Grandpa Tong and others are listening, and they are happy that his stress seems to have improved and this victory.

“Another evil organization?” Grandpa Tong asked at this time that this is really not good news, but it is not surprising, because evil organizations have always been numerous.

“I don't know if it's Division.” Gu Jun said his feelings, "The only thing behind this incident may be a witch...”

But the power of this witch is too strong, unlike the evil followers of the past, but it's kind of like, a demon of the same level as the son of bad fortune.

Gu Jun looked at the black mud surrounding him, and at the twisted and dull oak trees. It was getting a little creepy.

Has it been resolved? Is that it?

No, the witch didn't “really come” to the world, and it didn't disappear. They may have defeated just a little intrusive shadow this time, but that's the shadow that accidentally created the 520 Torres disease children, creating the tragedy of the fall of the oak tree...

How did she do this, Gu Jun's a mist.

And the shadow of a witch can come back, “I've got you," isn't he like an anchor, a key, a connector? Just because he exists, he attracts this witch from other spaces like a flower attracts bees...

At this time, Deng Xiaomei and several others packed his backpack, the callup equipment on the woodland, and Wu Shiyu's watercolor painting.

Gu Jun's head fluctuated slightly, and the dissent suddenly appeared again, not very strong, but so many people in… may have affected the reception intensity of the signal.

I have to figure out this signal, that's what the witch should be looking at, I have to figure it out before she comes back... otherwise there may not be a second chance...

Thinking about it, Uncle Gu Jun, they simply wrapped his eggs up and were ready to take him away from here to the base for processing. He held onto his body to get his backpack, especially the watercolor painting, and said: “Guys, I have to go away for a while. Don't follow me. Trust me, don't ask me why. ”

Uncle Egg, Lu Xianning and others frowned, but Gu Jun said so earlier and did bring them here.

“By him, by him.” Grandpa Tong's voice came out of the walkie-talkie, "this kid, it's so hard to take a vacation. ”

“Then be careful.” Wu Shiyu saw him holding her painting because of the signal?

“Mm-hmm.” Gu Jun nodded, turning and walking into the forest.

But Wu Shiyu always felt a little strange about the taste. He stopped wanting to talk and watched him gradually go away. His heart suddenly panicked.

She remembered the night of his first visit to her house. Those sweet and worried people couldn't help but chase him up, "Xian Jun! ”

Gu Jun stopped and looked back at the lover running to her front. He couldn't help but kiss her forehead and shake her hand. "Wait, soon. ”

He waved his hand again at Deng Ximai and others who were quietly watching behind him. After looking at the last of the eyes of the salt rain, he continued to walk to the dense forest in front of him, stepping on the dead mud of the woodland, and from time to time looked at the watercolor painting in his hand, looking in the direction of the strong signal.

By the trees, by the mountains, he did not know how long he had walked, but gradually, the strangeness grew clearer.

This watercolor painting is the sky, enriched with bright colors and lines that outline flowing clouds, air, and nothingness. At this time, in his eyes, the images in the painting really flowed, becoming an unspeakable chaos...

“If you can hear... we... are good people...”

Gu Jun saw the split cross on the painting again. Suddenly, the painting appeared bright and bright.

What's going on... What's going on...

His arm trembled slightly somehow, but he soon realized that he was holding both palms of the drawing paper, both missing. His hands melted into this painting... is there another space inside? No, no, this painting, this painting connects to another space, another world.

“No, it's that symbol! ”

Gu Jun just shouted and suddenly saw the symbol in front of him shining brightly. There was a fierce suction pulling him into it.

In an instant, he disappeared into the watercolor painting, and the paper landed on the floor, and the forest returned to silence.