He did eliminate a lot of bugs.
There are diabetes, fatty liver, various types of stones, and more dangerous ones, such as tumors that are just sprouting like new sprouts, and HIV that lurks quietly and never shows up.
Even if there is no war, the God of Death has already set the mark of directional blasting on everyone who is enjoying the rest of their lives.
Meng Fei can easily cure these people's problems one by one. But a certain coldness and cruelty kept him on the sidelines.
What do these people have to do with him?
They are not Qingmang people.
In essence, he is not a Qingmang person. He traveled from a distant time and space. I don’t know how it came, nor how I will leave.
But people will always naturally classify themselves into a certain group. He has silently stood on the Qingmang people's side.
The Tower of Babel in this world is as fragile as the world before it.
The people of Xizhou do not understand the people of Qingmang, and the people of Qingmang do not understand the people of Xizhou. Since you don't understand me and I don't understand you, then I'll waste my negative entropy and emotions on you.
Now he only cares about whether there will be a bug that will cause someone to try his best to kill people, or even spread the bug to others.
It seems not. Even if it exists, its proportion in the population must be extremely low, and its ability to infect is also very weak.
In such a densely populated residential area, if this "syndrome" is as contagious as influenza, then a few sneezes would be enough to infect half of the population.
He has scanned dozens of people along the way and found no bugs that could kill people.
Until he set his sights on that person.
When he turned his gaze to that person, that person's gaze immediately came over him like a reflection. A bolt of lightning seemed to shoot out of those gray and empty pupils.
The hollow gray-blue color expanded violently, and the man's eyes instantly swallowed up all directions. The roof was gone, the surrounding walls were gone, the corridor and all the beds and floors were gone.
Intentional realm?
no.
Meng Fei has forgotten the word "intentional realm". He even forgot who he was.
The scorching sun burned the side of his face. The other side of his face was almost buried in the dirt. The soil has become as fine as prickly heat powder due to exposure to the sun.
The hot air was mingled with the strong smell of blood and filled with the glistening buzz of blue-headed flies. A wisp of blood squirmed slowly on the mud floor like a dirty bug.
There were corpses all around. He could name these corpses without looking. They were all his comrades.
They were trapped in a dry and hot open land, and the surrounding favorable terrain and cover were occupied by the enemy.
Insidious snipers kept shooting at them from the east in the dazzling morning light, leaving them with no way to escape. The dazzling sun made it impossible for them to fight back.
They also launched many assaults in an attempt to carve out a bloody path, but they were always met with relentless firepower, resulting in numerous casualties.
In despair they fell one by one. Most of the time wars are one-sided massacres. The kind of fierce fighting in movies and TV dramas is actually very rare.
He didn't even see the shadow of his enemy. Because when you look up you see either light or dim shadows.
He was shot in the shoulder and the bullet may have lodged in his shoulder blade. It was as if a sharp knife was constantly cutting into his flesh at that place, and severe pain flowed through every blood vessel in his body.
Blood vessels are like broken water pipes. No matter how much you press them with your hands, blood will squeeze out from between your fingers.
He wanted to go to the hospital, where the doctor would inject him with painkillers, remove the bullet, and sew up the wound. He will lie comfortably on the bed with snow-white sheets, and the air conditioning in the room will be turned on.
But when people arrived, there was only a black gun pointed at his head. He finally saw the enemy!
The opponent's armband is a yellow moon and a black swallow. The scorching sun scorched the other person's red skin, gray pupils, brown hair, and a silly smiling face.
"Don't kill me, buddy, I surrender."
He kept repeating these words in strange language, as if these words could prevent a bullet from being ejected from the black hole of the gun and crushing his head.
Die...he doesn't want to die. He was not ready to die at all. He didn't know what death was like. The other person is the same kind as him and speaks almost the same language. Why must we treat our own kind so cruelly?
Upon hearing his begging for mercy, the opponent's gun was raised an inch and left his head.
He breathed a sigh of relief.
But on the man's red face, the corners of his mouth were cracked, revealing a few pale teeth. He sneered and turned the muzzle of the gun down again, aiming at the wound on his shoulder:
"Go to hell, Bei Ming Pig!"
Then he fired a shot.
"***Mom, poodle!"
In a rage of rage, he fought back, holding back the pain of his wound.
"You're so tough!"
The other party's smile became even more distorted.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Bullets were flying all over his body, and the intense pain and fear of dying but not yet dying were like grinding on a stone mill, grinding him into flesh and turning him into a mass of hateful paste flowing out from the cracks.
Meng Fei was awakened, as if he had had an intensely emotional dream.
He clenched his fists and was sweating profusely. His heart was filled with hatred for all the Weiyue people. He wanted to kill them all immediately and chop them into pieces, leaving no one alive!
"Warning! A system-level anomaly has been detected. The memory has been partially modified. Do you want to restore it?"
Although the program written by Suzaku has been deleted, this part of his mind has been "programmed" by itself. As long as this part of consciousness has not been destroyed, it can function independently.
"this……"
At this time, his heart was filled with hatred and sorrow. This strong emotion was like some kind of drug, making him deeply addicted to it. Revenge is his only desire now.
Once he recovers, he is afraid that this deep-seated hatred will disappear and be extinguished forever, and revenge will never be carried out!
"It's better... to recover."
Fortunately, his remaining sanity won the fierce battle.
Unknown powers began to absorb injuries from the void, and strange brain waves were generated deep in his brain, sweeping around along the lines of nerve cells.
Recover, recover, recover!
Wherever you come from, go back.
No matter where you are now, everything goes back the way it came!
Meng Fei seemed to have stepped into the time of the sage, and the fire of all emotions and desires gradually subsided.
He suddenly felt funny.
Isn’t it natural for Weiyue people to stick to their country?
Isn’t it natural for Beiming people to protect their own living space?
The Beiming people and the Weiyue people design each other, frame each other, kill each other, hate each other, and fight to the death. This is the arrangement of the Creator.
But does this have anything to do with him?
He is not even a Qingmang person.
No, he was actually tricked!
It dawned on him. Is this the source of the spread of "sleepwalking murder syndrome"? Wouldn't it be better to seize this opportunity and "repair" this weirdo?
But when he opened his eyes, there was only an empty aisle in front of him. Was there any weirdo anywhere?
