When Ning Fan and Hua Wuque arrived, a group of men in black appeared there, about thirty of them.

One of the leading men grabbed the person at the door of the agency by the neck and was asking something.

"Fat man, what kind of power are these people?" Ning Fan asked.

"I don't know, but they who dare not show their true colors must be because they want to hide something. Let's see first before talking about it."

After watching for a while, the two people turned around.

Ning Fan's pupils shrank rapidly, and he was filled with panic, because he knew the two people personally, but they were both dead.

"I recognized them. They are the two brothers of the Qin family in Beihai City, Qin Tuo and Qin Ming, but they are obviously dead."

"Hiss... That's interesting. Someone resurrected them on purpose." Hua Wuque felt his head hurt.

He immediately said to Ning Fan: "Good brother, this matter seems to be very complicated. How about adding some money?"

"Let's wait until you have the life flower and I have the life to give you."

"Forehead......"

Ning Fan said: "Let's go first, don't let them discover us. If we dare to come here, it shows that these two are not simple."

"Um!"

Now I wish that Qin Tao and the others would start a fight with the people from the Outer Eight Gates, so that they would have no time to track them down.

The two walked for a day and a night, and came across a small village here, but it was shrouded in haze.

"We have been walking all day and all night. If we continue walking inside, we will enter the inner perimeter of Shiwan Mountain." Ning Fan said.

At this time, the clothes on both of them were a little tattered, and they kept running without stopping for a moment to rest.

Hua Wuque looked at his compass: "Our direction is not wrong, it's just a matter of time. Let's go to that village and have a look."

"Um!"

Half an hour later, the two entered the village.

It was like entering a new place, the air was cold and damp, and there was a thick fog ahead.

"There is an unknown plague here, so we need to take some precautions." Hua Wuque picked up a piece of cloth and started to wet it.

When I came back, I saw Ning Fan wearing a protective mask. This thing is much more useful than a wet cloth.

"This...you kid didn't tell me earlier if you had such a good thing."

"You didn't even ask. This is Shiwanda Mountain. I thought I might encounter poisonous methane gas or the like, so I brought two of them, just enough to use them."

After putting on gas masks, the two walked in.

Passing through a foggy area, all the trees here have withered, even the dealers are like this, and there is no grass growing.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu... Dad..."

A cry came to the ears of the two of them. Looking towards the sound, they saw a middle-aged man lying on the roadside, with ulcers already appearing on his face.

Kneeling next to her was a girl who was crying, wiping her tears and looking very sad.

Ning Fan was about to go over and take a look, but Hua Wuque pulled him and said, "Don't go there. What should I do if this kind of poison can be infected through skin contact?"

"It's okay, I'll go take a look."

Ning Fan put on the plastic gloves from his pocket and said, "Little girl, what disease do you have?"

When the little girl raised her face, Ning Fan was really shocked.

I saw that this little girl also had a large area of ​​ulcers on her face, extending from the bottom of her neck.

"Hiss...what's going on with you guys?"

He didn't know what caused this, but Ning Fan knew that this disease must be very torturous and even more terrifying than the Black Death.

I felt the pulse of the middle-aged man and found that he had been dead for a long time.
Chapter completed!