Gao Qi immediately swears and pulls out the knife from his waist.

The knife was brought with him before he went out, the one he used to use to cut it in sleepwalking. He intuitively felt that there was nothing good in the town, so don't go to the side of his waist just in case, but he didn't expect it to come in handy so soon.

Gao Qi has always valued friends, and he will chop off his hands if he doesn't have eyes to touch his brother.

No joke.

Unexpectedly, the tip of his knife was about to be stabbed when another person snatched it first.

The hand was slender and powerful, holding the "patient" arm covered with sores and flesh, and twisting it in reverse.

Just heard a "click".

The rotten hand twitched a few times, fell to the ground, and rolled three times.

...

Everyone was stunned, including Gao Qi holding the knife.

He was stunned and looked at the ruthless man who was acting.

Who is it if it’s not Qin Jue?!

He pursed the corners of his lips, shook off the blood from his hands without much care, and turned to ask Yang Shu and said, "I remember you brought a tissue?"

The arrogant Miss Yang was shocked by his actions just now, and mechanically took out the bag from the pleat of her skirt and handed him a tissue.

And Qin Jue actually said gentlemanly: "Thank you."

Gao Qi: "???"

"Why are you catching him?" Miss Yang finally couldn't help but speak her heart for Gao Qi.

Qin Jue didn't raise his eyelids, and he pulled out two pieces of paper and said, "The Black Death disease can't be delayed for so long. Besides, you just said that if you are so sick, you can't live without a single arm. Is it okay to remove your arm? Or are you really planning to give him an injection and take medicine to treat it?"

Yang Shuxin said who has talked to you about the problem of curing or not? Is this the key point??

But before she could speak, she screamed.

The patient who had been removed from his hands realized it and his crying face changed his mind instantly.

His scream awakened all the "patients" in the house, and the howlings became more and more.

The candidates were shocked and subconsciously covered their ears.

The next second, the patients curled up in the quilt rushed out and grabbed the candidates in front of the bed with bloody hands.

For a moment, exclamations and screams filled the entire church.

Qin Jiao felt one hand hooking his neck and clenching his fingers into a fist to avoid rubbing against his face.

Then he was pulled by someone, bypassed the square high column on the side, and pressed against the back of the column.

You "Huo" pulled his arm back from Qin Jue's neck, frowned and said, "Are you crazy?"

"You said this?" Qin Jiao raised his blood-stained hand, "I have always been crazy, don't you know?"

The colored windows of the church were high above, and the gloomy skylight passed through the glass, leaving only a few strands.

Qin Zuo's eyes fell into the light, and he blocked You Huo's gaze like a joke and said, "Don't stare at me like this. According to what the nun said, you have been infected, are you scared?"

You "confused": "Not afraid."

I wonder if the disease in the exam will never go anywhere normally.

But he even had the coffin in it, and was still afraid of the so-called "infectious disease"?

"That's fine."

"I'm very lonely when I'm sick, the examiner." Qin Jue shook his tissue, handed over one, and said, "I'll be your companion."

You's heart was suddenly scratched by someone.

***

The church was full of war and chaos.

The candidates are afraid on the one hand, but they are worried on the other hand.

If you fight, you are afraid that you will become a rotten person if you encounter a sore.

If you don’t fight, how long will you catch up?

Gao Qi and Zhao Jiatong are very good at it.

But two fists cannot match four hands, not to mention that there are more than forty hands that are comparable to biological weapons.

They pressed down on four "patients" through the bed and wrapped them in two of them with the quilt.

Yang Shu was not from the army, so he definitely couldn't fight.

But neither she nor Zhou Qi were dragging her back. The two girls were first-class agility and softness. They even smashed one of them with high heels while dodging.

But they don't have the upper hand after all.

These patients are dead, and they still want to have something to do.

"Fuck! The knife is too short!"

Two black bloody men smashed their heads over, Gao Qi cursed angrily and took Zhao Jiatong behind him.

He subconsciously turned his head and closed his eyes, thinking: Isn’t it fucking just an infection? Come on! You have the ability to point it at your face!

At the critical moment, I heard a "boom" sound.

The expected flesh and blood did not stick to the face, but the sound of heavy objects falling to the ground came.

Gao Qi opened his eyes and took a look.

I saw the two "contagious" big guys crossing the street and swinging the stretcher bed to fight the bad guys.

The so-called strong people are afraid of being arrogant, and the arrogant people are afraid of being desperate.

I don't want to live... I'm afraid that I'm strong and arrogant and don't want to live.

You "Huo" and Qin Jue are like "a broken pot" and there are no taboos.

Those patients rely on a sore fight. In fact, they are far behind these two.

So it took only 15 minutes to go, and the dim chapel was "changed".

Most of the bed was tilted and the so-called "patients" were buried in the bed sheets and quilts, wrapped from their feet to their necks, and only exposed their heads that would not be rotten.

Twenty-five people piled up on the open space, and at first glance, they looked like a group of bowling balls.

You "Huo" held an iron square stool and stood in front of one of them with a cold face, forming a silent threat.

patient:"……"

He moved his eyes, looked up, and met the gaze of another great devil.

Qin Jue stood behind him, pressed his shoulder with one hand through the quilt, bent down and asked, "The nun walked in a hurry and said it was too general. It was a bit difficult for us to understand, so I would like to ask you what disease is this?"

patient:"……"

He suspected that if he said something wrong, the stool in front of him would swing up, and the person behind him would turn off his head with his chin.

The candidates next to them were already drunk.

On the one hand, I feel so happy, but on the other hand, I feel a little dazed...

Gao Qi said to Zhao Jiatong in a complicated way: "Hey, these two...tsk, it makes me, a peaceful middle-aged man, very embarrassed."

Zhao Jiatong: "What's the embarrassment?"

"Looking like this, we are more like villains, don't you think?" Gao Qi clenched his fists and whispered a slogan: "Justice will eventually defeat evil-we are the evil."

Zhao Jiatong: “…”

It's a bit like...

Zhao Jiatong said: "Why would they ask a different way of asking?"

Gao Qi said, "That won't work, I'll be polite."

Smashed or broken?

This is a proposition for giving away.

The patient stammered for a moment and said in a hoarse voice: "It's not the Black Death..."

Yang Shu rolled her eyes beside her arms, "Nonsense."

"There was a Black Death in the town, but it has passed. The damn person *blocked keyword*, burned clean. It took a whole season of snow to freeze and the disease disappeared. There were not as many people in the town as in Kelton Castle..." the patient said slowly.

His eyes were too big, and he could fall out of his sockets after a few turns.

There were a few moments, the rotation of the left and right eyes was even different.

Yang Shu frowned beside him, turned to look at the light in the castle, and walked away quietly with barefoot.

The patient continued: "If you want to talk about the Black Death, the Duke will do it."

Another patient next to him also said hoarsely: "Not only, Duke, *blocked keywords*, children, housekeepers, and servants... I've gone too many."
To be continued...