Pseudo master, she just wants to live

Chapter 117 Check Miss Zhang
Every time Jiang shaved off a piece, Fang Yao sprinkled the crumbs of green hair balls on it.

It was the most tormented when the layer next to the skin was cleaned up. The festering wound was uneven, and some extremely fine white coccal mycelia were hidden inside, which needed to be picked out little by little.

To avoid re-infection, the knives need to be replaced constantly, and two daggers are not enough to roast in turn, so I asked Li Fugui outside for three more.

After more than half an hour of cleaning, it took a full three green hair balls to completely wipe out the endless white balls on Yang Gao's hands.

As for the arm, fortunately, he took off his clothes in time, and it didn't penetrate into the skin.

It's just that Yang Gao's whole body was already exhausted after just doing this, and the cold sweat on his back completely soaked his inner clothes.

And Jiang shi was not too strong, it was the first time she saw this kind of weird injury, after treating Yang Gao's wound, her hands were so soft that she couldn't even hold a knife.

"Sister, wash your hands and go back to the car first, leave it to me here." Fang Yao felt distressed when she saw Jiang's pale face and sweaty hair on her forehead.

Jiang Shi waved his hand, "The sweat on his body has to be wiped off, and he should put on clean underwear, otherwise it is easy for wind and evil to enter his body."

"I can..."

Before Fang Yao finished speaking, she was glared at by Jiang Shi, "No, you are still an unmarried girl, so leave this kind of matter to other people, you go out first."

Fang Yao was pushed out indiscriminately, and Li Fugui and others greeted him with worried faces: "Master, how is Yang Gao?"

"Fortunately, there should be no major problems."

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, with a little joy on their faces.

Li Fugui pointed to the back, "Master, the beasts are all fed, and we have almost packed our things. Since Yang Gao is fine for the time being, do we have to set off?"

Fang Yao took a look at the snow that was getting heavier and heavier. In less than two hours, the snow on the ground was no more than half of her calf, almost half a foot deep.

It really needs to be sent out immediately, otherwise according to this situation, if it is later, the carriages will be unable to move an inch.

"Let's go."

As Fang Yao was talking, she suddenly remembered something, looked at Fan Chen's carriage, and asked, "Where is Mr. Fan... Mr. Mu? Has he come back?"

Everyone, you look at me and I look at you, only to realize that they are missing someone here.

"I'll go to the river to have a look!"

Ah Wu held up the lantern and was about to leave, but was stopped by Fang Yao, "I'll go, you guys hurry up and get ready, I'll go straight away when I come back later."

"But, Master, you are alone..."

Fang Yao had already walked seven or eight meters away, waved her hands without turning her head, "It's okay, I've already seen where Mr. Mu is."

Everyone looked at the dark woods, and they couldn't see anything clearly except the snowstorm that almost blinded their eyes.

Fang Yao wore a mask, and didn't even need a lantern or torch.

She saw a long figure standing by the river, and a thick layer of snow had already fallen on his head and shoulders.

When she got closer, she finally saw clearly that there was a petite figure huddled beside Fan Chen.

Fang Yao narrowed her eyes slightly, it was the maid Dong'er, and the latter was sobbing.

"Wuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu of you..."

Is it really dead?

Fang Yao couldn't tell what it was like, since she traveled to this world, her hands were inevitably stained with blood.

There are bad guys and there are plague monsters.

This Miss Zhang... Although she didn't do it herself, there is no difference.

She took a deep breath and walked quickly.

The snow was very thick, people stepped on it and made a creaking sound. Soon, Fan Chen turned around and looked at her.

"We're leaving."

Fang Yao's sudden utterance seemed to have frightened the little maid, whose thin body trembled suddenly, and turned around quickly in panic.

"what--"

Seeing Fang Yao's mask with a faint cold light on her face, the little maid's voice changed a little in fright.

Fang Yao was silent, and Fan Chen explained lightly: "This is the master of the team."

The little servant girl blinked at her with red eyes, and said with a timid look, "Hello, master."

Fang Yao really has no resistance to this kind of little white rabbit-like girl.

Originally planned to ask her where she went just now, and what happened to her young lady, but she was stared at by the little rabbit-like red eyes, and the words she said became: "Death cannot be resurrected, let's mourn .”

As soon as she finished speaking, the little girl's eyes turned red again, and tears rolled down her face, Fang Yao could only keep her mouth shut.

Fan Chen frowned slightly, and said: "It's getting late, hurry up, Master and the others are leaving the mountain."

"Ah, the servant girl knew it was wrong."

The little maid hurriedly got up from the ground, her plain quilted skirt was covered with muddy water, she ran back tremblingly with her arms folded.

Fang Yao had already caught a glimpse of the place where the maid was kneeling and squatting, there was a hole in front, and beside it was a pile of mounds covered with snow.

There are several shovels and hoes around, which should have been dropped by Ah Wu and the others just now in desperation.

"I told her that her lady can't be buried directly, she has to be burned." Fan Chen glanced at Fang Yao and said.

Fang Yao was very surprised, she lowered her voice: "You know?"

Fan Chen hummed lightly, broke off a dry broom grass from the river, shook off the snowflakes on it, and walked to Miss Zhang who was lying on the ground.

Ms. Zhang's body was covered with snow, and she only had the shape of a human figure.

Fang Yao also walked over.

Fan Chen knelt down and brushed the snow off Miss Luozhang's face with a broom.

Seeing the latter's appearance clearly, Fang Yao's little heart trembled slightly, and she gasped.

I saw the latter's pale skin glowing black and purple from underneath, and his two pale eyes stared round, full of unwillingness and hatred, staring straight at her, even protruding from the eye sockets.

Fan Chen frowned slightly, took out a veil to cover those eyes, and said coldly: "I killed people, so there is nothing to be afraid of."

Fang Yao: "...I'm not afraid."

Just feel unwell.

Fan Chen didn't answer, but just swept away the snow in other places with a broom.

"Hey, don't move!" Fang Yao suddenly shouted softly.

Fan Chen really stopped.

Fang Yao got closer, squatted on the other side of the corpse, picked up a twig, and gently scratched the white snowflakes off Miss Zhang's forehead and neck.

Sure enough, a bunch of white balls appeared there, probably because the wound was not big and it didn't look conspicuous.

"What is this?" Fan Chen narrowed his eyes.

Fang Yao said: "This is very likely..."

Said it was some kind of mutated fungal spores, the surname Fan would definitely not understand, she thought for a while, "It may be a disease infected by some kind of toxin from the Plague Demon."

Fan Chen didn't speak any more, but his thick eyebrows instantly became pimples.

Fang Yao suddenly thought of something again, picked up a branch and tried to pry open Miss Zhang's bloodless mouth.

"hiss……"

This time, Fang Yao's scalp was really numb.

I saw that in Ms. Zhang's mouth, the palate tongue and the surrounding oral wall were covered with clusters of large and small white mycelia.

No wonder... No wonder she has a weird voice when she speaks, and she smells bad...

Fan Chen also came over, quickly got up and took a few steps back, turned his head and retched twice.

"Here we come, Mr. Mu, master..."

(End of this chapter)