We all looked at each other, and never expected that Lao Yang would use this move, and he acted so much like that...

"I see that you guys are dodging and hiding. What you are definitely not telling the truth. If I don't cheat like this, I can really fool you!"

"Okay, let them all loosen up. Tell me what's going on and what's going on in that box."

Lao Yang smiled and personally untied me, "You must watch this thing well. Burying it here is not a long-term solution. Can you see if you can handle it?" Wen Na said to Lao Yang.

Lao Yang pondered for a while: "Well... I think about it, let's put this thing away first and take it to the territory where we will camp next. There is a volcanic group more than 100 kilometers south of it. There is another important task for us to transfer the camp, which is to search around the volcano before the volcano erupts, and then you can throw this box in. No matter what it is, once the volcano erupts, it will turn into a pile of ashes."

"This is a good idea, so I'll leave this box to you." Wen Na solemnly handed the instrument for ingesting the spirit body to Lao Yang.

The young man beside Lao Yang was very eye-catching and quickly went to the truck to pick up a very solid safe. Then Lao Yang put the instrument in himself and closed the heavy cabinet doors.

Then, we briefly told Lao Yang about what happened when we entered here. Of course, I hid the content of the narrative of the little boy and the puppet.

Lao Yang also told the story of their raid since we left the desert camp.

On the night we left the camp, everything was no different as usual. The scholars who studied mummies were sampling and testing materials day and night. No one noticed that the sand piles around the camp had changed, and the change happened at midnight...

The night in the desert was very quiet. Although the injured victims would groan from time to time, the sound dissipated by the vast wind outside the frontier. The night watchmen were also dozing absent-mindedly, until the violent impact and shrill screams cut through the night sky, everyone woke up from their sleep.

The tent parked with the boat coffin was already split, only the lights inside were still shaking bleakly. The boat coffin was no longer found, and even the scholars who were studying were gone, only some blood stains were left on the ground. "We thought it was an attack from hostile forces. Someone wanted to steal the boat coffin, so we quickly raised the alarm and looked for all the staff on guard. We searched the surrounding five kilometers with equipment and found no suspicious biological signals. In just a few minutes, if the sneak attack was impossible, it would have been evacuated so quickly. My first reaction was that there was an insider in our camp!"

"At that time, I asked everyone to stand outside the tent. As soon as the team stood, the tent was right in front of everyone, and I fell into the ground for no reason!"

"Did those sandworms do it?"

"Yes!" Lao Yang emphasized.

"Those bugs can escape from the sand, and we can't see anything on the ground, and these bugs can also change the structure of the soil in the sand. Wherever they drill, they will produce quicksand vortexes."

"Hey...don't mention, we lost at least one platoon that night! We didn't know where to shoot the gun, and the people were already trapped in the quicksand. The bugs dragged the people into the sand and then bit the trapped people's heads!"

"Did you catch those sandworms later?" I asked.

"Also catch it? It was the sandworms that let us go. I think the early arrival of this wind season may have something to do with those sandworms. It's best for you to avoid it here in the next few days."

We chatted, and the people who went out to search quickly brought batches of refugees into the high wall. I didn't see the crazy woman among these refugees. There were a lot of refugees surviving in this town. I roughly counted the number of people brought in batches. There were at least dozens of people.

The refugees were all placed in the reception desk. The people from the desert camp counted the supplies here, pulled out a kitchen team to cook three or four dishes for everyone, and carried them out.

Before the food was put on the ground, the refugees left their positions and rushed over. The bowls and chopsticks were placed beside them, but they grabbed them with their hands. They ignored the hot soup and burned their hands red. They grabbed them and stuffed them into their mouths. Several people were stuffed with their mouths full of tears, and they were so hungry that they burst out.

"Oh... it's pitiful... it's such a sin." Old Yang shook his head and sighed.

The refugees gathered around the bucket of vegetables and counted the food inside within a few minutes. The remaining few thin arms and legs did not grab the food. They crawled into the bucket and licked the soup on the wall of the bucket...

"Ada, let's ask the kitchen team to do some..."

"Uncle Yang, we have seen a complete biological circulation feeding system here before. If used properly, it would be no problem for these victims to survive here. You can send a few people to station here and manage these refugees in a centralized manner. Wouldn't these equipment and materials be used for the full amount?"

"Brother Xiyuan, your idea is very good, but..." Lao Yang grabbed his chin, "It's okay for me to lead troops to fight. If you ask me to manage the refugees and arrange their food, drink, defecation and urination, it will be really difficult for me. And you see that they are now like this, they are already seriously stimulating at first glance, and they can't control it..."

A new pot of food was brought up again. The refugees who had already had difficulty walking with their belly were still crowded into a bunch of people and rushed forward in a hurry. As the snatch, I saw a person hitting the ground in the outer edge of the crowd, and the people behind him stepped on his body and squeezed forward regardless of it.

The soldiers who were making food were scratched by the arms that stretched out from the left and right around them, and the hats on their heads were tilted to the back of their heads, which was also very funny.

"Don't rob! Everyone has it! Stepping on people!"

The soldiers around were all hungry to maintain order. They still had no rice in, but the persuasion did not work at all. I saw that the people who fell to the ground were stepped on several steps. If this continues, he may be trampled to death because of a bite of food!

"Bang!" Old Yang took out his pistol and shot him outside the window.

The crowd turned a deaf ear to the point, and even the gunshots could no longer be a deterrent effect.

"Take it all away! If you don't listen, use a stick to beat it!"

Lao Yang spoke, and finally controlled the refugees who were grabbing food. The people who fell to the ground kept twitching and foaming at the mouth, "Is this an epilepsy?" Lao Yang pulled out the belt and put it in the man's mouth to prevent him from biting his tongue, "Call the medical soldier!"

When the medical soldiers arrived, the people on the ground were no longer breathing... The refugees were squatting on the ground, staring at the corpses on the ground, without a trace of pity in their eyes.

"What is the cause of death?" Lao Yang asked the medical soldier.

"This...is not easy to confirm now. You need an autopsy to know. Maybe it is the deceased's own disease or genetic disease, but the possibility of viral infection is not ruled out."

"Viral infection?"

The medical soldier stood up, opened the folding stretcher and carried the body up, "Prino, we have met several such dead people before."

"Ah? Will we get infected? Can we help me disinfect it?"

After leaving the shelter, I haven't even worn a gas mask! Isn't this unlucky?

"Don't worry, prions are not really viruses."

"Hu..." I let out a sigh of relief, but I didn't expect that there was something to go after the medical soldier.

"The human immune system is completely helpless against prions. Our general disinfection methods cannot deal with prions, so disinfectants are useless. Even if they are cooked at a high temperature of 120 degrees for 4 hours, the prions are still contagious."

"Ah?! Then what if we get infected, we have to wait to die?"

"As long as you don't have necrophilia, you will generally not be infected with prions." After the medical soldier said that, he carried the body to test...
Chapter completed!