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

Song Yu looked up.

Song Shi'an was very fast and ran to her in a blink of an eye. He lowered his voice and said, "Aunt, Song Shixu and the team he led are all going crazy. Grandpa asked you to go over and take a look."

Song Yu frowned slightly. She didn't like Song Shixu at all, and even felt disgusted for no reason.

She suspected that Song Shixu and his son were directing and acting in the Baicao Garden incident last time, but she had no evidence. After that old man named Ge kidnapped Zebao and the others, she didn't put too much energy into him. On the body.

Song Shi'an knew that she didn't want to see Song Shixu, and he was disgusted with that bastard, but no matter what, he was a member of the Song family, his brother, and he couldn't ignore death: "Aunt, the uncle said, for your sake For the sake of face, go over and take a look."

Song Yu nodded, hummed, and asked, "Why are you crazy? What are the symptoms?"

Song Shi'an said: "They were the first group of people to come out. The people in the team, including Song Shixu, were all seriously injured. They were fine when they returned to the hotel. When the doctor came to see their injuries, they suddenly went crazy. Like zombies, they grabbed the doctors and nurses and bit and gnawed them. Two of the five medical staff were bitten to death on the spot. Sedatives and drugs, no matter how high the dosage, had no effect on them."

When he thought about the bloody scene he saw when he passed by, his scalp still felt numb.

Facing dozens of people who suddenly turned into zombies, they were all direct descendants of the Song family. Their identities were there, and they couldn't be shot in the head, so they could only be locked up first and then see how to deal with them.

Song Yu has seen zombie movies, but he has never seen a real zombie.

He followed Song Shian all the way to the room where they were locked up.

Through the glass wall, you can see about fifty people, with dull eyes, dilated pupils, and stiff limbs, walking around in a small space. They look exactly like the zombies on TV.

There was blood on the ground, on their bodies and on their faces, but the bodies of the medical staff were long gone.

She glanced at the blood on the ground and then at the people walking around, her expression a bit complicated.

Song Shi'an knew what she was thinking and hurriedly explained: "They didn't eat people. They had people wearing protective gear go in and rescue the corpses and injured people."

The nausea in Song Yu's stomach felt better now, and he said, "I can't tell anything from looking at it this way. Find someone to control it and pull it out, and I'll take a closer look."

Song Shi'an quickly ordered the people next to him wearing full protective gear to go in and get one person out.

Those who went in were two early-stage heaven-level masters who were accompanying them. It didn't take much effort to get them out, but one of them had the protection on his arm torn off and a deep cut on his upper arm. of finger marks.

Just when he passed Song Shi'an.

Song Yu discovered that the scar was turning black at a speed visible to the naked eye, and his movement speed also became a little slow. He shouted: "Song Shi'an, get out of the way!"

When Song Shi'an heard her warning and wanted to run away, it was already too late. He saw that person becoming like the zombie inside and rushed towards him, shouting: "Auntie, help!"

Song Yu moved quickly.

Fu Hanyu moved faster than her. The moment he kicked the man away, he walked over with the rope on the ground and handcuffs. Before the man had time to react, he tied him up tightly.

Song Shi'an turned pale with fright, and patted his heart with lingering fear. Tears of gratitude filled his eyes: "Uncle, I don't know how to repay your life-saving grace. Let me give you one!"

Song Yu rolled his eyes at him with disgust and walked towards the man tied up by Fu Hanyu. He did not squat down to check his pulse, but only observed him carefully.

Fu Hanyu stood beside her, alert to the surroundings.

Song Shi'an also walked over and said, "The people who were injured by them before have not mutated. They are all fine."

Song Yu asked: "Are the people injured by them warriors? Do they have spiritual power in their bodies?"

Song Shi'an didn't know this, so he hurriedly called to ask, and he quickly asked her. He looked at her with surprise and admiration, and said, "Auntie, you are right, those three people are ordinary people and have no spiritual power."

What my aunt said meant that she had found the direction in which these people suddenly became mutated.

Song Yu nodded and said: "They must have been poisoned by some kind of poison, which is only effective for people with spiritual power. The higher the level, the more spiritual energy in the body, and the faster the attack."

Song Shi'an looked serious, nodded with deep understanding, and said: "Then it must be that something they brought out from the ruins was poisonous. When they were treating the wounds here, the poison somehow leaked out, which made them all suddenly Get sick."

Song Yu said: "It should be that we must find that thing, otherwise, we may be tricked at any time."

Unknown danger is the scariest thing. It's like a knife hanging above your head. You don't know when it will fall, which makes people feel panic and fear.

Song Shi'an turned his head and glanced at the zombies in the room. He couldn't help but shuddered, not knowing how to get the things they brought out.

At this time, Song Yu's pupils suddenly shrank. When he got close to the sick man, the silver needle in his hand also pierced the left side of his face.

Song Shi'an saw that the skin on the man's face was moving where she had inserted the needle. Under the skin, there seemed to be a finger-long caterpillar struggling and squirming, which made his hair stand on end.

Song Yu twisted the silver needle in his hand and pulled it out with force. A black soft-bodied insect-like thing was pulled out along with it.

"Little furball."

Song Yu shouted.

The little fur ball suddenly jumped out from nowhere, and sprayed fire at the dark thing.

The black thing was still struggling at first, trying to escape. The moment it was touched by the flames, it became even more distorted. In just a moment, it was burned into a plume of black smoke.

Song Shi'an didn't even have time to wonder where this little fluffy thing came from. It looked like it had no mouth and how could it breathe fire when he heard the sick man talking.

"Eight Young Masters." The man's face was pale, and his face was not injured at all, as if the disgusting thing just now was not pulled out from his face.

Song Shi'an breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that he was back to normal. It seemed that those people could be saved. As long as the disgusting, black bugs were removed from the body, they could regain their consciousness.

Song Yu also confirmed his idea: "It's this thing that's controlling their bodies."

The bugs in their bodies can be pulled out one by one and burned to ashes, but if the source is not found, someone will be infected, and everything will be in vain.