When I woke up, I became the King of Hades

"I just looked at the book of life and death, and all the lists of hundreds of people who had lost their hearts were all red. After a few days, the plague came, and these lists came into being." Huatian analyzed, "The death lists before and after this are by no means accidental. "

After regaining his spirit, Hanada's mind was exceptionally clear.

"Then what are we going to do next, solve the case? Find the source of the plague?" Although Huatian's words were reasonable, the avatars were too weak to do two things.

"Let's deal with the immediate emergency first, and go all out to fight the plague." Huatian pulled away and came to Jianjian's side to help him carry the dead body together.

A few of them also came to the front line to help wholeheartedly.

After a busy day, Hanada was so tired that she couldn't straighten up, and was still applying medicine to several patients.

"Brother Hua, take a break." Chai Qiming threw over a jar of wine.

Hua Tian took it, finished the work in hand, and sat side by side with Chai Qiming in front of the camp to drink.

As the sun sets, the distant sky is smudged with a light yellow radiance, hitting the busy figure, and the blood stains on the shroud become dim. Dawn stays in the next life.

The more he drank the wine, the more tasteless he became. Hua Tian threw the wine jar away and curled up on a chair to rest.

After seeing so many deaths, my mood became depressed.

"Brother Hua, why don't you drink anymore?" Chai Qiming asked.

Hua Tian didn't want to speak, lowered his head, and shook his head feebly. Only today did he realize that he couldn't be the cold-faced Hades at all.

The evening wind blew, clearing the smell of blood in the air, and Jian Jian touched the last thin layer of sweat on his forehead, got up and looked for the figure of Huatian.

Searching around, seeing the dejected flower field on the chair, Kaneken sighed and walked forward.

"Why are you drinking again?" Jian Jian pinched his waist and asked.

Hua Tian found support, wrapped his hands around Jian Jian's waist, buried his head in front of his clothes, relaxed his body and mind, and said in a hoarse voice, "I didn't drink much."

While drinking, Chai Qiming observed secretly, the wine he drank was tasteless.

"Go back and rest when you're tired." Jian Jian persuaded.

Hanada's legs were wrapped around Jianjian's thighs, and he squeezed hard, entangled with Jianjian.

Jianjian pushed Hanada helplessly, Hanada didn't let go, and with a big hand, he pulled Jianjian onto his lap, hugged him in his arms and scratched it

"Hehe... I admit defeat, I admit defeat." Jianjian dodged left and right, begging for mercy.

Hanada let go, hugged Jianjian's lower abdomen, lifted him up vigorously, and embraced him to enjoy the last trace of warmth.

Chai Qiming took the last sip of wine, threw the wine jar back, Gulu got up, cast a glance at Huatian, and left angrily.

"What's the matter with him?" Hua Tian was confused, Brother Hua just yelled, why did he suddenly get angry.

"Probably drunk." Jianjian looked at the direction where Chai Qiming was leaving and smiled awkwardly.

"Tsk tsk" Huatian shook his head and said, "This man is not good at drinking, so I won't drink with him in the future."

Lan Zijun knows a little bit of medical skills, which is very precious in the military camp. After checking the pulse here, he hurriedly ran to the other side.

Having been dizzy and busy all day, he stood up abruptly, seeing darkness in front of his eyes, spinning around, and fell headlong.

"Xiao Lan!" Emperor Hua Gai hurriedly caught Lan Zijun, grabbed his wrist and felt his veins.

"You idiot, your body is so weak that you dare to risk your life to save others." After complaining, Emperor Hua Gai hugged Lan Zijun in his arms, came to an empty space, and hurriedly pulled off his coat.

The dark green juice flowed out from the pores of the acupuncture, dyeing the inner shirt green, and the white back was bruised and purple.

Emperor Hua Gai produced a row of thin needles, and with the residual heat of his hands, he gently pierced Lan Zijun's back.

"Hiss..." Lan Zijun gasped, convulsed from the pain, and dodged the needle.

"Xiao Lan, don't move, it will be fine in a while." Emperor Hua Gai sat down on the side, moved Lan Zijun's head to his lap, and gently stroked his hair.

Lan Zijun struggled for a while, then gradually regained his composure, bit the hem of Huagai Emperor's clothes, and persisted.

Emperor Huagai quickened his movements, and soon, the blood on his back rose, and Lan Zijun's face gradually turned rosy.

Opening his sleepy eyes, Lan Zijun said softly, "Thank you."

Emperor Hua Gai knocked on Lan Zijun's forehead: "Why are you being polite to me?"

"Wait a little longer, I'll take you back to the camp to rest." Emperor Hua Gai rubbed Lan Zijun's back.

Only then did Lan Zijun realize that his upper body was lying naked on Emperor Huagai's lap, his cheeks flushed, and he buried his face in his robe to cover it up.

Chai Qiming ran away in anger and rushed into the corner where there was no one.

"What are you doing...?" Chai Qiming looked at the two people on the ground. Lan Zijun was lying naked between Huagai Dijun's legs. Huagai Dijun was disheveled and dripping with sweat.

Lan Zijun suddenly sat up in shock.

The "hiss" was too big, pulling the wound, Lan Zijun's body went limp, and he fell down again.

Emperor Huagai grabbed Lan Zijun's shoulders, picked up the robe on the ground, covered Lan Zijun's body, and looked at Chai Qiming with angry eyes.

Chai Qiming retreated resentfully, and returned to the lobby scratching his head, feeling even more depressed. The little heart that had been lonely for many years was stimulated by love every day, and he couldn't stand it anymore.

The night returns to calm, the noise turns into a deafening sound of sleep, and the exhaustion of the day dissipates in the night.

When everyone was sleeping soundly, a sharp cry broke the silence.

"General, I beg you to save my child..." The heartbroken cries hit everyone's heart, no one came out to visit, the heart of pity was overflowing, and no one had any energy.

Huatian put on his robe and went out to watch. A woman with a baby in her arms threw herself in front of Chai Qiming, tears streaming down her face, and shouted hoarsely: "Master, please save my child's life, he is not yet a hundred years old. "

With his back on his back, Chai Qiming looked away, and said weakly: "There is no medicine in the barracks, and I... can't do anything."

After the woman heard this, big tears of despair rolled down, and she shouted to the sky: "God, open your eyes and see, save my child's life!"

Kowtowed non-stop, blood oozed out, staining the yellow sand red.

Huatian was stunned for a while, then sighed, and put down the curtain.

The entire camp was filled with heart-piercing cries.

The curtain that had just been lowered was raised again, and Kaneken got out.

"Where are you going?" Hanada turned her head and asked, but Kaneken had long since disappeared, and followed out helplessly.

Like Wei Zhi, Lan Zijun couldn't sleep, and opened the curtain to watch.

Jianjian stepped forward quickly, helped the woman up, and said: "Don't waste time, cherish the time with this little guy."

The woman looked at Jian Jian's clear eyes, like a hot spring, continuously radiating power, the woman suddenly realized, hugged the baby tightly, bowed her head and comforted softly.

The baby's whole body was covered with pustules, his chubby face was pale, he was short of breath, and his crying became softer and weaker.