Rotten God Kingdom

The collapse of the building did not generate much smoke or dust.

The building is more than ten stories high, and not only are the walls covered with pustules, but the concrete inside is also covered with blisters of all sizes.

When the building collapsed, it was soft and limp, like a lump of rotten flesh, without any of the characteristics that reinforced concrete should have.

Passing through the ruins of shops along the street, the view suddenly opened up, and the collapsed building was right in front of us.

Around the building, a dozen unarmed residents could be seen hiding behind a wall, their faces pale and trembling. Six fully equipped cleanup workers were scattered around the ruins, holding guns and forming a semi-circle around the collapsed building.

"Stop!"

The cleanup worker at the front glanced at Jiang Wang and his group, slightly raised the muzzle of his gun, and shouted sharply.

But soon, he noticed the Cleanup Bureau logo on Jiang Wang's protective suit, and his tone softened: "A colleague? According to my instructions, there are no other cleanup crew members around here."

"I just entered the epidemic area yesterday, to look for people in the central area. The commander approved it." Jiang Wang checked the gun in his hand to make sure the safety was off.

The cleaner visibly relaxed and said, "My name is Luo Xianghe, and I need your help."

"Okay." Jiang Wang readily agreed. "After I've finished helping you, I want to ask you a few questions."

"Sure, ask me a hundred."

Luo Xianghe readily agreed. He glanced at Jiang Wang's group and said, "I'd appreciate it if two of you could take these civilians out first. They were rescued with great difficulty; they shouldn't die here."

Jiang Wang gestured to Guo Jia and Hu Chengyu to go up and help "protect" the residents.

It's said to be for protection, but more so to prevent them from running around and causing trouble.

Ideally, the data should be sent to the nearest temporary work tent so that medical staff can record the data.

Jiang Wang and Lü Ang stepped forward, asking as they walked, "Brother Luo, what's going on?"

"Damn it, I've run into a tough one. There are six sick ghosts in this building. I was thinking that there were almost no living people left in this building, so how come I didn't see any corpses and there were so few sick ghosts?"

In total, all the corpses were eaten.

Then I requested backup, and together with a few colleagues, we herded them all to the first floor. And then they actually started merging! This is something that usually only happens in the later stages of a plague, and it's only been a few days, and this troublesome thing has already appeared.

Luo Xianghe's words were easy to understand, but Jiang Wang had never seen such a scene before and couldn't imagine it for a moment.

Fortunately, he didn't need to imagine it.

The building in front of me began to undulate, the blisters on the walls and in the cracks undulated and converged towards a certain place, and even the fluffy particles floating in the air were attracted by a strange suction force and gathered towards the source.

Luo Xianghe laughed and said, "Brother, don't worry, we're just waiting for it to cause trouble. This thing is about to evolve."

evolution?

Jiang Wang frowned.

Lü Ang explained, "It's not as strange as he said. It's just that the structure of the bacteria has changed, making it more infectious and more deadly. Right now, it's accumulating nutrients."

"If it succeeds and spreads the germs, then this plague will enter the next stage," Luo Xianghe said.

The air suddenly froze, the suction disappeared, and in the center of the ruins, the mass of countless germs and rotting flesh stopped writhing. Then, it began to expand.

"But this is a good thing. After we obtain the samples, the hospital can understand the next changes in the plague in advance, develop effective drugs in advance, and solve the plague in advance. Although we don't know why the changes came so quickly this time, since we have encountered it, it is a good thing, yes, a good thing."

Luo Xianghe completely ignored the changes in the environment, talking to Jiang Wang as he walked toward the wriggling thing in the ruins.

"Brothers, it's done. Let's go shoulder to shoulder. Don't use guns, and try to prevent the germs from spreading."

The eight cleaners walked forward together, while Jiang Wang and his group were a bit further away, and he had to jog a couple of steps to catch up with the team.

Accompanied by a series of ear-piercing scraping sounds, a blood-red arm covered in pustules emerged from the rubble, followed by a second, a third...

Each one was covered with dense pustules, and the blood vessels under the skin bulged out like earthworms, looking ferocious and twisted.

Finally, there's the body.

A huge, irregular sphere, pieced together from dozens of overlapping human torsos, with limbs haphazardly inserted on top of each other, resembling some kind of cobbled-together sculpture.

"Are you sure the few of us can handle this?" Jiang Wang swallowed.

Even after seeing so many sickly people, this one in front of him exceeded Jiang Wang's expectations.

The demon paused for only two seconds after emerging, then crashed down on the opposite side of where the cleaners were standing, spraying pus everywhere.

"It's trying to escape!"

Luo Xianghe saw through the sick man's intentions at a glance.

Bullets simply cannot cause much damage to such a massive, sick creature.

The cleaner closest to the sick ghost was incredibly fast, running straight into the ghost's path. He turned around, and the sick ghost was right in his face.

He didn't dodge, he didn't slow down; his eyes were bloodshot, and his muscles were bulging.

One punch!

The punch slammed into the sick man's torso, and the force of the impact caused him to sink into it completely.

The cleaner's illness was somewhat similar to Hu Chengyu's, but the tumor in his body was a chromophoblastoma.

The chromophore tumor released large amounts of adrenaline and noradrenaline, which made the cleaner extremely excited for a short period of time, and his superpower was great strength.

This punch forcefully halted the sick ghost's momentum.

The disease demon roared.

Taking advantage of this lull, the other cleaners quickly surrounded them.

Luo Xianghe stretched out his hand, his five fingers loosely clenched as if trying to grab something, but because the distance was not enough, he cursed loudly and continued to approach the sick ghost.

"Cover me!" he shouted.

Jiang Wang felt a chill run down his spine. How could he possibly cover this up?

Luo Xianghe silently estimated the distance in his mind, and when he was only twenty steps away from the sick ghost, he reached out his hand.

The cleaner who was trapped inside the body of the sick ghost was suddenly engulfed in blood.

Blood seeped from the pores of the sick person's skin, and then the blood gushed out like arrows of blood, as if it were free.

septicemia.

His superpower is bloodletting.

It's not very effective against sick people, but it's incredibly useful against people.

Bloodletting, while not able to suppress the disease demon like Jiang Wang's lung fire, can cause continuous depletion. Blood loss will slow its activity and make it sluggish.

Jiang Wang pulled a machete from the armory.

Cut off all of this sick ghost's hands and feet, and see how it runs.

Just as he approached, the sick ghost let out a wail, and a shrill cry spread from his body.

Every cleaner felt itchy skin, their throats started to itch, tiny blisters appeared on their skin, and they had difficulty breathing, as if something was blocking their airways.

This sick ghost is influencing them.

This sick ghost's supernatural ability is very strong.

"Find its vocal cords; its special ability might be to spread disease through sound waves," Jiang Wang roared.

The other cleaners were also using their special abilities to influence the sick ghost, but unfortunately, the effect was not very good.

"Damn it, this thing is even surround sound!" Lü Ang cursed.

He heard several different sound sources coming from the sick ghost, and it seemed that its body was not just for show.

"Cut off its hands and feet first, so it can't escape." Jiang Wang insisted on the original plan and continued to swing his knife.

The blade sliced ​​into the sick man's wrist, and pus, blood, and viscous tissue fluid spurted out. Jiang Wang did not stop, but continued to swing the knife, cutting along the bone seams, and an arm was severed in response.

Jiang Wang felt that the blisters on his face had merged into patches, and his body temperature was also rising.

He might die if the herpes covers his entire body.

A struggle appeared on Jiang Wang's face.

The central area is different from the peripheral area; if we take off the protective suit, it may become unusable.

Jiang Wang lacked a safe environment to clean the germs attached to his protective suit.

This struggle didn't last long; Jiang Wang removed the mask from his protective suit.

The stench of the sickly man in front of me, along with the putrid smell in the air, was inhaled into my lungs.

Jiang Wang exhaled a scalding breath. The lung fire began to burn as soon as it touched the sick ghost's skin. The flames spread along the densest part of the pustules, and the yellowish-white blisters burst in the high temperature.

The pustules on the sick ghost's body gathered towards the burning area, bursting open one by one around the flames, and the flowing pus suppressed the flames.

It's always like this.

This wasn't the first time Jiang Wang had encountered this kind of approach; these sickly people had an intuition about diseases that was even stronger than that of humans.

The optimal solution can be found without even thinking.

"Hey guys, help me subdue it," Jiang Wang shouted to the cleaners.

Because the sick ghost's body was too huge, no one could see what was happening on Jiang Wang's side. Hearing their companions' shouts, they became even more ruthless.

The bleeding from the sick ghost was increasing, and you could see that the entire ghost's body had shrunk several sizes.

The cytokine patient rampages through the body of the necrotic tumor, frantically destroying its internal structure.

The sick ghost let out a wail, its remaining limbs flailing as it clung tightly to the ground, seemingly trying to escape.

Jiang Wang circled around the sick ghost's body, setting fires in several places. The flames finally ignited when the sick ghost could no longer suppress them.

When the flames finally covered most of the sick ghost's body, it let out a long, muffled wail, and then slowly stopped struggling.

"Brother, well done!"

Luo Xianghe extracted several vials of blood from the corpse of the sick man, carefully placed them into sealed bottles, and looked up at Jiang Wang, giving him a thumbs up.

Jiang Wang waved his hand without saying a word.

The body temperature is gradually decreasing, and the blisters on the skin are slowly subsiding.

But it takes time.

Under a greyish-red sky, eight people stood beside the enormous, burning demon of disease. No one spoke; only the crackling of the flames echoed intermittently.

They spent some time collecting the severed limbs of the sick ghost, and even the soil stained with pus.

This is also one of the main reasons why they gave up using guns.

If a bullet becomes contaminated with germs and is carried to another battlefield, half of their efforts will be wasted.

"Speak," Luo Xianghe said, finishing packing the sample bottle and walking up to Jiang Wang. "What do you want to ask?"

"When you were patrolling this area, did you see a young woman with transparent skin? She has an older brother in his twenties who bought food and medicine in the neighborhood."

Luo Xianghe paused for a moment, then slowly nodded.

"I've seen it."