Chapter 355: Doomsday Hunter 21

The next day Fancy was woken up by his own cough.

At the same time, it was accompanied by weakness in the head, weakness in the limbs, sweating profusely, and the eyes could not be opened.

In her confusion, she felt that someone had fed her medicine and water, and after about half an hour, she barely opened her eyes.

"You have a fever." Ji Zhengqing touched her forehead and frowned.

Fancy subconsciously dodged his hand.

It wasn't because she was born or in a bad mood, it was simply because she felt sweaty on her body.

The teenager broke her face involuntarily, and touched and touched the back of his palm, probably to confirm the degree of fever.

Fancy struggled twice to no avail and gave up.

Forget it, he had seen her when she was the most embarrassed, what the hell.

"You didn't have any problems in the early hours of last night, why are you burning up now?" Ji Zhengqing, who had hardly been sick since childhood, said solemnly.

Fancy and feeble said:

"I'm very weak, I can get sick anytime, anywhere, and I can't stop it."

The original owner, Dong Qinxin, grew up in a pot of medicine since she was a child. She had a small fever and a cold, and had three serious illnesses that required surgery.

Whether at home or at school, parents and teachers treat her like a glass doll, for fear that one day she will be gone.

Ji Zhengqing frowned and said:

"Let's go when you're well. The air quality outside is even worse than here. Going out now is equivalent to suicide."

Fancy glanced at Xiuhong shrinking in the cardboard box, sighed inwardly, and nodded:

"That's all it takes, but..."

Ji Zhengqing seemed to know what she was going to say, and continued:

"I'm going out to find your medicine and oxygen today, and I'll find another car by the way. Then we'll drive to Tartaros."

He has to find some antipyretics as soon as possible, and other supplies are second.

Fancy: "Do you have a driver's license?"

I'm still young, and I'm still driving...

Ji Zhengqing was silent for two seconds and said:

"I have theoretical experience."

Fancy: "...Forget it, go find it."

No, she will come when the time comes.

Don't die without being besieged by spine worms, but overturn and die.

That really ruined his old face as a platinum tasker.

......

After Ji Zhengqing left, Fancy searched around the house and finally found an intact aluminum bucket.

She wants to take a shower, just wipe her body.

She couldn't even remember when was the last time she took a shower.

In addition, she has not been a vampire for many years, and she is very unaccustomed to the sweaty human body.

Fancy rubbed Xiuhong's head, expecting it to wake up soon.

Quickly poured two bottles of mineral water into the bucket, and called for a stickman to heat it up.

After warming up, he took off his clothes and wiped his body with one of his wet sleeves.

She doesn't need to wash her head.

Because she is an inch inch now.

Since the last time her hair was burned at home by the flames carried by the Spine Gu worm, she simply shaved her head.

Facts have proved that this choice is very correct, saving her a lot of trouble.

After washing, she found the jacket Ji Zhengqing left behind and put it on in a vacuum.

Because underwear also needs to be washed.

Girls are really annoying.

No, being human is the source of the trouble.

There was no sweat on Ji Zhengqing's clothes.

Maybe something really caused his body to have some kind of evolutionary mutation that made it more adaptable to the apocalyptic environment.

Fancy is suddenly envious.

Not envious though.

Xiao An said that the character of the gunman's text is largely determined by the level of the tasker.

To put it bluntly, the higher your level, the more protagonist your character will have.

This is also the reason why low-level taskers dare not come to pick up the gunman's text.

It's all a group of fairies with halo fighting, what's the fun.

At this time, Huanhuan suddenly heard a movement outside the house. After listening carefully, it was the voice of someone talking.

And there are quite a few!

Getting closer and closer to her.

It was too late to think about being fancy, and she flashed into the "safe room" with her clothes in her arms.

This was originally the storage room of this abandoned small restaurant, but it was converted into a safe room with a lock by Ji Zhengqing last night.

The lock can only be opened by the person inside and Ji Zhengqing himself. If someone smashes the door, Ji Zhengqing's mobile phone will call the police immediately.

Fancy hid in and realized that Xiuhong was still outside. She wanted to go out and hug her in. The footsteps of the group outside had already reached the door.

"Master Huishou! Look here, someone should have been here!" A man said in surprise, pointing to the footprints on the ground.

Shang Tai followed his pointing and looked down, beckoned to the other believers, and said:

"Children, just look around here, there should be people alive, God bless."

She drew two crosses on her chest.

The other believers followed her and said excitedly and gratefully, "The chief is merciful."

Fancy heard the sound of "Headmaster Benevolent", and wondered if he had run into some kind of brainwashing organization.

She was thinking about putting on her clothes, but now she doesn't care whether the clothes are dirty or stinky, and this group of people will definitely be able to find her later.

There are only a few places in the ruins where people can hide, unless they are blind.

She had to come out, after all, Xiuhong and the stickman pretending to be dead under the table were still outside.

But she still has to see, in case the comer is not good and the strength is extraordinary, she would still be a little bit more cowardly, and wait until Ji Zhengqing comes back to talk about it.

Sure enough, within five minutes, the what-if meeting took her group of believers to the door of her safe room.

"Don't be afraid, kid, we won't hurt you, come out."

Her voice sounded particularly ethereal, it was not loud, but it seemed to hit people's hearts, making people involuntarily immersed in every word of hers.

Fancy instant alert.

Such people are the best at brainwashing people.

The woman's devout followers are all persuading, saying that they are here to redeem her, and as long as they join them, they will be able to obtain shelter and food.

Fancy hearing these words is more certain, these people are 100% cult/cultists.

In the high-pressure and harsh environment of the apocalypse, people will be afraid and anxious. This organization can effectively brainwash people, temporarily relieve fear, and quickly stabilize people's hearts.

And without the control of the state, it can grow and develop arbitrarily.

At the same time, they strengthen their power and do things for themselves through the participation of believers.

To put it bluntly, it is to give you something to eat, brainwash, and become a free labor force for cannon fodder thugs.

If someone is really desperate and can't survive, it's easy to be brainwashed and join willingly.

Fancy obviously doesn't need them for stuttering.

If she wants to eat, it is enough to enslave Ji Zhengqing.

Fancy aloud politely declined their invitation to join.

When the believers heard her refusal, they were stunned for two seconds, and the pot exploded in an instant.

The voices of accusation and dissatisfaction filled the sky.

It seems like it would be a heinous crime to refuse their great retrospective adults.

Shang Tai raised her hand and pressed it down, and asked her followers to carry the little fox out of the cardboard box.

She gently touched the little fox's fur and said faintly:

"Is this your little pet? It's the end of the world, and you can keep it so well, you must like it very much..."

How the pet is raised and eaten can be known by looking at its fur.

Obviously, Xiuhong has grown a rich hair.