I had no choice but to tell him, stop talking too much and just swallow the meat in your mouth before talking.
That Zhang Weimin hadn't eaten enough for a long time.
Not to mention eating meat.
I ate too much all at once.
I couldn't swallow the meat and it got stuck in my throat.
I almost choked to death.
Fortunately, Wu Yong was by his side and patted him twice to clear his intestines, so that the meat reached his stomach smoothly.
belch.
Zhang Weimin burped, with a look of satisfaction on his face. He sighed: "Ah, it feels so good. I haven't felt so full in a long time."
Wu Yong said: "Now that you are full, let's talk about it. Explain the ins and outs clearly. Let's focus on the main point. Let's not talk about your messy experience."
Zhang Weimin agreed wholeheartedly and then spoke eloquently.
According to Zhang Weimin’s narration.
When he came here, the plague had just happened.
He heard this from the boss when he was staying in a shop.
The plague first originated from a restaurant next door. First, the chef in the restaurant suddenly developed a fever and cough without warning.
Then the waiters in the store also became infected one after another.
Because the spiritual energy has revived.
Everyone should practice some exercises to some extent.
His physique is much stronger than before.
Symptoms such as fever, flu, etc. were common in the past.
Has disappeared for several years.
Doctors pay more attention to symptoms such as severed limbs and limbs, and obsessions.
So, no one paid much attention to it at first.
I just feel that their cultivation level is too low.
If you practice more, you can eliminate the virus.
Unexpectedly, everyone made a mistake in their judgment.
The symptoms of these people became more and more severe, and finally they could no longer breathe and died of suffocation one after another.
Since then, it has attracted attention.
But it's too late.
First the owner of the restaurant was infected, then the diners who had eaten there, and then the infection continued from generation to generation.
On the second day after Zhang Weimin arrived here.
There was an explosive spread.
The number of people with symptoms accounts for almost one-tenth of the city.
Because this is close to Taishan Pai.
The critical survival of the Taishan Sect was at stake, and they could not just sit idly by, so they urgently issued an order to seal off the entire city.
Try to stop the spread of the virus.
"Why."
Zhang Weimin sighed and said: "The virus has not spread outside, but it has spread inside. Now almost everyone in the city has been infected with the disease, and everyone is staying behind closed doors. But it is of no use. Many people die every day.
, some even have no one to collect their bones.”
He said this.
Wu Yong cast a surprised look at him. Although Zhang Weimin was hungry and malnourished and looked slovenly, he was still in good health. According to Wu Yong's judgment, he had not contracted the virus at all.
Zhang Weimin seemed to have seen through Wu Yong's thoughts and smiled self-deprecatingly: "The way I look at you, you think it's strange. Why is it that almost everyone in the city is sick, but I am not? Not only do you think it's strange, beggar
The people who helped me also thought it was strange.”
Speaking of which.
Zhang Weimin gritted his teeth angrily: "His grandma, those idiots, see that I am not infected, come here every day to grab my things without saying a word, and even spit on me, trying to make me infected. But I am awesome,
Just don’t get sick and make those idiots like them angry to death!"
From his words, Wu Yong found out two important messages.
One is the source of the plague, which is probably related to the restaurant where the disease first appeared.
The other is Zhang Weimin himself. Since he is not infected, it means that there is likely to be some kind of antibody in his body, which may be the key to fighting the problem.
However, these two conclusions cannot be easily drawn.
It still requires multiple comparisons before a final conclusion can be made.
Wu Yong then gave Zhang Weimin a talisman and told him: "Take this talisman. It is the lucky talisman I asked for. It is very effective and can make people live in peace and prosperity. As long as you carry it with you, you will definitely be able to reverse your fortune."
Achieve a comeback.”
When Zhang Weimin heard this, he was extremely excited and quickly took the talisman: "Is it true?" Although his tone was questioning, looking at his expression, he already believed it 90%.
Wu Yong said: "Of course it is true."
In fact, this talisman is not a transport talisman, but a talisman that can protect Zhang Weimin from unexpected disasters. If there really is some kind of antibody in his body, Wu Yong will still be able to use him in the future, so he cannot die easily.
Lose.
After leaving him a talisman.
Wu Yong was planning to go to Mount Tai again to see what was going on with the Taishan sect and where he could get some information.
Just getting ready to leave.
Zhang Weimin asked him: "Are you leaving?"
Wu Yong asked back: "Why, what else do you have to do?"
Zhang Weimin laughed twice and said with a shy face: "Well, your meat is very fragrant. Can you give me another piece?"
Wu Yong looked at his protruding belly.
His stomach was already filled with meat.
"If you keep eating, I'm afraid your stomach will burst."
"Hey, I can save it for dinner."
"..."
Wu Yong rolled his eyes and was speechless for a while. His request was not too much, so Wu Yong took a piece of meat and prepared to grill it for him.
The fragrance has just come out.
Zhang Weimin was swallowing saliva.
There was a sound of footsteps.
Then there was the sound of chirping and people communicating loudly.
“The scent is right here!”
"Quick, find it quickly!"
"I saw it!"
I saw a group of people dressed in rags and dressed as beggars emerging from the street corner.
They looked at the meat in Wu Yong's hands, their eyes were full of greed, and the saliva from the corners of their mouths was about to flow to the ground.
When Zhang Weimin saw this group of people, his body jumped up.
"Damn, no, the Beggar Clan is coming! Run!"
He pulled Wu Yong and tried to run away.
Not waiting to leave yet.
The group of beggars had already rushed forward.
One person shouted sternly: "Zhang Weimin! What the hell do you want to do! You want to leave, right? Give me a try! I'll skin you!" His voice was high and sharp, shaking Zhang Weimin's eardrums.
There was a buzzing sound, and two streams were fighting in the lower body.
When Wu Yong saw this posture, he understood.
This group of people should be the same group of beggars who usually bully Zhang Weimin.
Not only were they dressed in rags and smelled like sewers, but almost all of them were sick.
Cough cough, coughing non-stop.
Some of them have more serious symptoms and have difficulty breathing.
Wu Yong raised his head and took a closer look with the Chaos God.
Good guy.
The lungs of these people have all turned black, which is a sign of terminal illness.
Now he can still run out alive and loudly threaten Zhang Weimin.
It all depends on the true energy in their bodies.
This is a bunch of dying people who are about to die!