Oil City, trading market wall.

Zhu Xiao looked at the imperial concubine, Dongfeng and others coming up from the wall with a confused look on his face.

Dongfeng wore combat uniform, walked to Zhu Xiao and said:

"After receiving the minister's order, we will come to replace you."

When Zhu Xiao heard this, his tense body relaxed.

"You're here now, okay, I'll leave this to you."

Later.

He greeted the surrounding team members and asked them to hand over to Dongfeng and others.

The imperial concubine was wearing a black combat uniform with uneven texture, which made the guards of Southern Paradise take a second look.

"Holy shit, who is that? You have such a great figure!"

After Chen Er saw the imperial concubine, he leaned into Zhu Xiao's ear and asked.

Zhu Xiao saw the direction Chen Er was looking in and realized that he was looking at the queen of the imperial concubine.

The corners of his mouth twitched.

"I advise you not to mess with this bitch, she is very cruel."

He still remembered that there was a non-staff member who teased the imperial concubine half-jokingly.

He was slapped twice by the imperial concubine.

The non-staff member was so angry that he cursed that women are all...

When she was beaten violently by the imperial concubine, it was not because this non-staff member allowed her to do so. She really couldn't beat her...

Moreover, the imperial concubine starts by kicking men at their most vulnerable places. Who can bear this?

Chen Er didn't quite believe how powerful such a beautiful woman could be.

"Are you afraid you're fooling me? Does she have a boyfriend? What's his name?"

Zhu Xiao saw that he did not listen to his advice and insisted on going his own way.

I didn’t bother to explain to him,

"Wang Guifen, it would be better if you call her imperial concubine, and hurry up and chase her."

"Thank you, brother." Chen Er secretly glanced at the imperial concubine again, feeling a little excited in his heart.

Zhu Xiao ignored him. Seeing that the team members had all been handed over, he waved his hand and led everyone down the wall.

He had been guarding the wall for more than ten days and was exhausted both physically and mentally.

When he walked down the wall, he happened to meet Guo Peng who was on duty on the other side.

Two teams and hundreds of people gathered together.

It attracted the attention of the survivors in the trading market.

"Brother Ye, the guard team went down the wall? What happened?"

"Changing of the guard, didn't you see a new group of people climbing up the wall just now?"

"Oh, I just didn't notice, I was sleeping."

"Cough cough cough."

There was a coughing sound.

Ye Mingshan turned his head and looked at the young man next to him, then reached out and touched his forehead.

piping hot!

"Old Feng, Zirun's body temperature is even hotter." Ye Mingshan turned to look at the man wearing a straw hat next to him.

Old Feng came over and reached out to touch the young man's forehead.

Somewhat hot to the touch.

"Well, there has been heavy wind and rain recently. His clothes are soaked and he has insufficient nutrition. He must have a fever."

"Cough, cough, cough, it's okay, Uncle Feng, I can get through it." The young man's pale face had beads of sweat flowing down his face.

He felt that he had no strength at all and was dizzy.

There seemed to be a fire burning inside his body, which made him thirsty.

He forced himself to get up, but he had no strength at all, so he leaned against the wall and gasped.

"Don't move, what do you want to do?" Old Feng sighed and looked at the young man with some worry.

"Uncle Feng, I want to drink some water, please." The young man's lips turned white, and he was a bit stubborn. He didn't want others to help him, but he was really thirsty.

Old Feng rummaged around behind him and found a steel cup.

Standing up, he raised his feet and carefully avoided the people sitting on the ground.

"Please give way. Thank you."

Passing through the long room and arriving at the door of the house, it was raining heavily outside.

Rain kept falling from the eaves and hit the ground.

The rain at the door splashed and wet his already damp trouser legs.

Lao Feng held the steel cup in his left hand and placed it under the eaves for cleaning.

He didn't want to run into the rainstorm to get water, which would make him completely soaked.

In such humid weather, once it gets wet, it's not easy to dry it out.

Wearing wet clothes for a long time is extremely uncomfortable.

After cleaning it several times, he held the steel cup tightly with both hands and filled it two-thirds full.

The impact of falling rainwater makes it impossible to fill it up.

Moreover, there were so many people on the way back that it would easily spill when it was full.

Carrying the steel cup filled with rainwater, he was more careful than when he came out, for fear of spilling it on others.

There were too many people in the room, some standing, some sitting, and some simply lying on the floor.

"Come."

Lao Feng held the steel cup and brought the rim of the cup to Zirun's mouth.

Zirun opened his eyes with difficulty and took a gulp of water.

When Lao Feng saw him like this, he couldn't bear to say:

"There is no way, the conditions are limited, there is only rain water, it was originally boiling..."

call--

Zirun drank more than half of the cup and said to Lao Feng: "It's okay, that's all. Thank you."

It was a bit difficult for him to say this. Zombies were burning outside the wall, causing insufficient oxygen in the trading market.

I now have a fever and am weak, and I still don’t know what caused the fever.

"I... take a nap."

Zirun leaned against the wall and slowly closed his eyes.

Old Feng watched him close his eyes and felt a little itchy on his waist.

I scratched it, and the more I scratched, the more itchy I felt.

"Brother Ye, please help me see what's growing on my lower back?" Lao Feng said nervously to Ye Mingshan.

At the same time, he lifted up his shirt.

Ye Mingshan looked at the densely raised red rash on his lower back. There were white dots inside the red rash, which made his scalp tingle when he saw it.

"Old Feng, you are suffering from the herpes zoster virus. It may be because your resistance has decreased, or it may be because it is too humid."

After the itching, there was a sharp pain.

This kind of shingles is not on the surface of the skin, but is a neuralgia under the skin.

Nerve pain is the most painful!

Lao Feng collapsed on the ground, covering his lower back, feeling terrible pain and itching.

"Hi! Damn it!"

"Brother Ye, stay away from me, this thing is contagious."

Old Feng sat on the ground, frowning and said to Ye Mingshan.

Ye Mingshan looked at his arms and calves, which were also covered with eczema.

"Oh, it's okay, this thing won't kill anyone."
To be continued...