After Marrying an Evil God

The life assistant said: "The air traffic control department of our city called the Aviation Administration of City b, but the other party did not answer the call..."

"I don't answer work calls during working hours?" Qi Ye raised an eyebrow, "Is it dead?"

Life Assistant: "..."

City b, Eastern District.

Although city b is only a city, its area is larger than some provinces. It is divided into five regions in the southeast, northwest and middle. The previous red rain fell in the east.

It started in the evening and went down all night, and didn't stop until dawn.

Of course, most people rest at home at night, but there are still many people who work night shifts outside or engage in night life. One of them was Mao Wenwu, the operator of the Aviation Administration. He was working overtime that night and the wind was strong outside. Although he brought an umbrella after get off work in the early morning, he was still wet when he got home.

After that, I caught a cold, dizzy and sluggish. There is no need for social animals to delay work because of a minor illness, and they still insisted on coming to work the next day.

I was absent-minded at work all day.

The colleague said with concern: "Lao Mao, why don't you go to the hospital if you feel sick? I think you have been slouched all day."

Mao Wenwu waved his hand: "If you catch a small cold, it costs more to go to the hospital. It was all caused by the red rain the day before yesterday."

"Hong Yu is really weird. I'll see you when I'm so big...By the way, you work too hard. It's too hard to work overtime." said the colleague, "you sleep and take a break." . I'll be watching for you on the phone."

"Who doesn't work hard in the city?" Mao Wenwu couldn't bear the tiredness, and did not reject the kindness of his colleagues, "Thank you, Lao Zhang, I'll be squinting here for a while, and wake me up in half an hour."

"Row."

Mao Wenwu lay down on the table and fell asleep without worry. Seeing that he was sleeping soundly, his colleagues didn't bother him till that point. Mao Wen and Wu are good, and it's okay to work for him for many generations.

The colleague sat for an afternoon and was called out halfway through. The phone rang in the office, Mao Wenwu was not awake and did not answer.

After the colleague and the other person came back, it had been almost two hours since they had been watching, and then went forward to push Mao Wenwu up: "Lao Mao, wake up, it's almost four o'clock—"

His face changed.

The one who raised his face was Mao Wenwu, whose face was blue and gray, with raised eyeballs and sharp fangs.

The colleague was instinctively frightened and fell to the ground. After reacting, he scrambled to run out to call for help.

The monster was so excited when he saw the living person, he rushed to bite——

"No one answered the call from the Air Traffic Control Bureau of City B, and the route was not approved." After Qi Ye hung up the phone, he explained the situation to Qi Baicha, "I'll book a ticket."

Qi Ye took out his mobile phone and checked: "The flights are full tonight, and the earliest one is tomorrow morning."

"There are many universities in city b. Recently, the high-speed rail and flights must be overcrowded. Tonight should be the first group of college students to return home." Qi Baicha thought about it, "Wait for tomorrow."

Qi Ye nodded, expressing no objection.

It's just that some things can't wait for a day.

In the middle of the night, a Weibo hit the hot search.

A marketing account broke the news that major hospitals in the eastern district of city b admitted several patients with the same symptoms today. There is not a single case of them looking hideous and sane, so they bite when they see people. The only thing the patients had in common was that they had been exposed to the red rain, and both had colds and fevers in the past two days.

The blogger also provided a picture. The patient in the picture described it as horrible, with sharp fangs and long dark black nails, making it more like a monster than a human being. He was being held vigorously by a group of doctors and nurses, tied to the bed with restraint bands, and a group of people pressed him with a very hard expression.

The accompanying text is very eye-catching-#红雨后后的市UB suspected zombies#

Such a title is shining brightly on the hot search, and it can earn clicks. Only two days have passed since the Hongyu incident, and the heat is still warm. People go in with a curious heart, but only want to curse after reading it.

Because everything is just speculation by the blogger. The blogger’s title is so popular, but how many patients and which hospitals they are in are all vague. There is no evidence whether they have a cold or a fever in common. From the beginning to the end, the pictures are all angles of the same patient, which is unconvincing. Moreover, the blogger added fuel and jealousy to say that some medical staff turned into this appearance after being bitten by a patient, but did not show any evidence, which is even more nonsense.

——The marketing account is rolling, and it is not disgusting to rub the heat.

——The blogger caught the fish, and your mother is gone.

——Does this marketing account understand what privacy is? This patient should have become like this because of a strange illness. It's pitiful enough. If you post his photo, you still don't give a code to someone's face. Wait until five hundred bloggers have been forwarded to enter the bureau.

——Stupid marketing account, Lao Tzu is in the east district of city b. It's calm here. If there are zombies, can I still type here? I've already performed a place to go

——Hello? ? ? How is the brother upstairs? It's scary to report peace in reply, and don't break it halfway through the word.

——Be clever, pretend to die in place, I will hahaha like

...

In a residential building in the East District of City b, a young man lay on the keyboard with his eyes closed, with a deep wound on his neck, and the screen was just saying "Go to the same place".

Before the word "World" could be typed out, just now, a monster turned into a neighbor broke into the door and pounced on him. The young man's neck hurt, his head knocked down and hit the send button directly.

Qi Bai, who leaned on the bedside and brushed Weibo, entered the hot search and frowned when he saw the photo.

He zoomed in on the photo, took a closer look, and instantly straightened up.

Qi Ye turned his head: "What's wrong?"

"Go to city b." Qi Baicha looked serious.

Qi Ye: "I didn't order it for tomorrow..."

"I'll go tonight." Qi Baicha pointed his mobile phone towards him, "Something happened in city b."

Qi Ye glanced at the patient in the photo: "Is there any problem?"

"..." Qi Baicha said blankly, "Did you not read "Encyclopedia of the Plane World" carefully?"

That is a must-read for gods, a compulsory subject.

Qi Ye quietly don't open his eyes. Of course he didn't read it. He just flipped through a few pages, and it would be nice to remember the life spring.

Qi Baicha stated: "The Encyclopedia of the Plane World, page 1436, the racial illustration, this thing is called a zombie."

To people in the 999 world, zombies are only the existence of novels and movies. There are no zombies in this world, and zombies should never appear.

But in the Great Thousand Worlds, there are planes of the last days.

How can zombies appear in the 999 world?

Qi Baicha thought of the weird red rain.

Now is not the time to struggle with this.

"City b needs to be closed." Qi Baicha said, "If it is too late, it will be a disaster in city b."

"It's too late... is the end of the world."