With a hook from the gang pet boss, Master Fu fell

Fu Hanyu's subordinates paused, and subconsciously turned their heads to look over.

Song Yu also turned her head for the first time, only to see a black figure, whooshed past the door, like a ghost, and her erratic figure made her pupils constrict suddenly: "Fu Hanyu."

Fu Hanyu had already picked her up immediately and at the fastest speed, and arrived at the door in a blink of an eye.

Song Yu saw the black shadow, twisting and disappearing on the wall, as if it was absorbed by the wall suddenly, the black gave her the same feeling as the thing on Mrs. Ali's body. .

Rotten, rotten, evil breath of death.

Fu Hanyu also saw the shadow, and before she could speak, he hugged her to the place where the shadow disappeared, felt it carefully, all the negative aura seemed to disappear in an instant.

Song Yu also frowned, and said: "No more, the breath disappeared out of thin air."

She has no spiritual power now, and she can't track that thing, but that shadow is very strange, and it seems to be holding an ax in her right hand.

Fu Hanyu picked her up and said, "Don't think about it, have a good rest, and talk about something tomorrow."

Song Yu felt the same, put his arms around his waist, rested his chin on his shoulder, and glanced at the wall where the thing disappeared, frowned slightly, and said: "Fu Hanyu, I remembered, the one who took me to take a bath room."

Fu Hanyu carried her to that room, and under her guidance, he went to the things next to the owner's sundries, and saw it clearly through the silver moonlight shining in from the window.

On the wall near the left corner, there is an ax hanging, and the ax has fallen off the top corner.

Song Yu looked solemn, pointed at the axe and said, "The one just now may be the owner of this house."

She felt that the ax was strange and familiar, and it really was this one.

Before she took a bath, out of habit, she looked through the whole room carefully. When she saw the axe, she didn't pay much attention to it.

People who live in the mountains live a primitive life like the ancients. Naturally, they want to go up the mountain to cut firewood. To cut firewood, they need an ax, which is normal.

Until just now, when she saw what the shadow on the wall was holding, she suddenly thought that the ax in the room, like the shadow, was missing a corner.

this evening.

Song Yu slept very well and peacefully. Anyway, her foundation is damaged now. Even if there is Fu Hanyu, a walking aura generator beside her, it is useless. She can only store that point, and can't absorb any more.

It's like you have seen many, many delicious meals, but your stomach has been removed, and you can't eat even if you want to, and you can only starve.

Since it is useless to think too much, the Buddhist system is fine.

Because of the black shadow, Fu Hanyu was always alert, and he didn't sleep for a long time, so he got up to work and guarded her.

The owner of this house should be a carpenter before. There is a lot of wood in the house, as well as various tools for carpentry. When she participated in "Three Meals a Day", he once watched her do carpentry, making tables, chairs and benches. Also bought it to try it out.

The tools are not the same, but fortunately he has seen them all and knows how to use them. After trying them twice, he will be able to master how to use them.

time.

It passed quickly.

Until daybreak.

Fu Hanyu didn't notice any abnormalities in the yard anymore. After working hard for most of the night, the very simple wheelchair he made for her was basically completed.

when the sun rises.

Mrs. Ali came to deliver breakfast to them. She thought they were still up, but she didn't expect to hear movement in the yard. She glanced through the crack of the door and saw the man was polishing the wheelchair with sandpaper.

The wheelchair should have just been made, and it looks exquisite and practical.

When Fu Hanyu heard someone coming, he got up and opened the door, took the breakfast from Mrs. Ali, thanked him, then turned around and went back, glanced at Song Yu who was still sleeping, smiled dotingly, and served the food Put it all in the kitchen pot.

Some water was added to the cauldron, and when she woke up, she could eat it when it was hot.

Song Yu slept until the sun was high and the sun was shining into the room, and finally opened his eyes lazily, and saw a man squatting on the ground, carefully polishing something.

When she regained consciousness, she saw clearly that it was a wheelchair made of wood.

"Wake up, I'll finish this side and let's go wash and eat." Fu Hanyu didn't look up, but there was a warm and happy smile in his eyes.

"My wheelchair?" Song Yu suddenly had a very strange and special feeling.

He used to be in a wheelchair.

Now, it's her turn to use the wheelchair.

"Well, it's more convenient to take a wheelchair." Although Fu Hanyu didn't mind being her leg at all, she could just hug her and carry her wherever she wanted to go.

But she must always have her own small space, and he can't occupy all her time so selfishly.

Song Yu looked at him and smiled, opened his arms, and just woke up, his voice was still a little hoarse: "Fu Hanyu, hug me."

Fu Hanyu put down the sandpaper in his hand, walked up to her, picked her up, turned around and walked out.

Song Yu was a little impatient, and pulled him: "Where are you going, I want to test whether my wheelchair fits, and you let me sit in it."

Fu Hanyu said: "There are some places that haven't been polished well, they are full of burrs. You can try again after the burrs are smoothed and the varnish is applied to dissipate the smell."

Song Yu didn't want to, so he pulled him to act like a baby: "I'll just try it, just a little bit."

Fu Hanyu had nothing to do with her. How could he not satisfy her wish? He took a clean sheet and laid her on it before putting her on it, and told him: "The burrs on the wheels haven't been polished well yet, don't touch them."

Song Yu raised his hands up and looked at him with a warm and lovely smile: "This wheelchair is quite comfortable, can it move by itself?"

Fu Hanyu walked to the back, tried to push it, and said softly: "After a while, I'll try to see if I can make it."

"Come on." Song Yu smiled.

Next.

After the two had breakfast.

Fu Hanyu washed the dishes and cleared the dining table.

Song Yu's hands were wrapped with a thick layer of cloth, and he rolled the wheelchair and walked out. When he reached the yard, he cleared his throat and said, "Patriarch, the door is unlocked, you can come in."

Only then did the patriarch bring people in.

Song Yu took a cursory glance and saw that there were hundreds of people, including men, women and children.

Yesterday the patriarch said that there are a total of 200 people in the village, that is to say, those who are sick account for about [-]% of the total population.

The patriarch said to her respectfully: "Doctor Song, I lined up them according to the order in which they got sick. What do you think?"

Song Yu said: "Yes."

After that, he looked at them again and said, "You can think about it, have you ever done the same thing, or been to the same place, only you have done it, other people who are not sick have not."

It is definitely not a coincidence that so many people have the same disease, they must have something in common.

She finished.

The people present all whispered and began to discuss.

at this time.

A shivering man wrapped in a quilt walked in at the door, a young man in his twenties, with a hoarse voice: "The patriarch."

The patriarch looked over, frowned, pointed at him and scolded: "What do you look like, can you come out dressed like this in front of guests?"

The young man's face was flushed, he was still swinging, and he said in a trembling voice: "Patriarch, I heard the second grandpa calling me last night. I came out to have a look, but I didn't see anything."

The patriarch frowned even tighter: "What nonsense are you talking about, you must be sick!"

The young man's voice trembled even more: "I'm sick. When I just got up to pee, I saw writing on the corner of the wall. I don't know who wrote it, and I don't know it."

The patriarch felt ashamed and wanted to scold him.

Song Yu became vigilant and asked, "Do you live next door?"

The boy still hasn't spoken.

The patriarch pointed to the side and said, "His parents passed away last year, so he lives next to him."

Said, and pointed to her.

The expression in Song Yu's eyes was slightly concentrated, and he looked at the position over there. That wall was exactly the wall where the thing disappeared yesterday. He didn't look carefully yesterday. After looking at it again, he found that the two families shared the same wall, and said: " Take me to see."

The young man was trembling and led the way ahead.

Fu Hanyu had already come out when she heard the commotion here, pushing her wheelchair and following behind.

The patriarch followed along, and scolded everyone else who wanted to follow, telling them to wait obediently next door.

Soon, the group arrived at the place where the young man said there was a word.

That word was engraved on the ground. It was very big and messy. If you look carefully, you can still see traces of an axe on the ground. It was written in a panic with an axe.

Others don't know that word.

However, Song Yu knew that it was not a word in the Yang world, but a word commonly used in the underworld. It was a word: escape!