Clop, clop, clop. There was the sound of a carriage moving on the muddy road, but it also sounded like a car driving on the highway.
In the pain of the explosion, Gu Jun felt as if he was rising and drifting away. The darkness around him was replaced by illusions, as if he had entered an abyss.
Am I dead? Am I swallowed by the Son of Misfortune?
Gu Jun wasn't sure if he could suppress that dark force. Am I seeing an illusion or am I going somewhere? He wasn't sure.
But gradually, he could see more clearly.
The sky was dark, and a stench filled the air. It was a wooden carriage pulled by two large horses. Its four wheels rumbled on the muddy road. A coachman sat at the front of the carriage, and the carriage was filled with corpses. This was a corpse carriage.
Be it the coachman or the dead bodies, the style of their clothes revealed their identity. They were foreign people.
"Is this an illusion from the foreign world … or is this Lenton's memory?"
It was a yellow bus. Looking through the window, he saw the driver was a person wearing an airtight protective suit. The bus was filled with sitting and lying corpses. Gu Jun was in a trance, but he could not help but feel a chill run down his spine.
The corpses were dressed in the clothes of ordinary people. Some were already rotting, and some were still coughing blood … Those were not corpses, but people on the verge of death …
"Is this … a scene from Earth? When did it happen? "
He remembered that he had never seen anything like this on his way to Jiang Xin Town of San Hai City. Was this happening in the future? Or now?
There were also people who were taking care of the corpses, instead of leaving them to rot on the road in a twisted state … it shouldn't be after the world was destroyed.
Suddenly the bus turned back into a horse-drawn carriage, the highway turned into a dirt road, and he heard a plain voice say:
"Sir, I'm not afraid of you laughing at me. I was scared to death a few days ago. But in just a few days, my wife died, my three children all died, and I'm the only one still alive, but I don't have many days left. When I think about how I will die from coughing blood, and how everyone else will die from coughing blood, then there is nothing to be afraid of. "
It was the coachman who spoke. The carriage stopped on the road.
"After I was no longer afraid, I wanted to do something, but I'm just a farmer. Other than knowing how to work with the fields, I don't know anything else."
The coachman's tone carried a hint of self-mockery. As he spoke, tears streamed down his face. He looked back at the corpses on the carriage. "But I'm the only one left. I knew all the people in the car. They were all from the same street. I couldn't let them rot there and become food for wild dogs or monsters. I have to, I have to … bury them all, even if it's just the simplest burying. "
"I'll still pray for them, whether the Life Goddess exists or not, whether she cares about us or not … If I care about that, I'll definitely drive myself crazy, and I won't even be able to bury them."
The coachman choked with sobs as he wiped his tears. "Sir, don't blame yourself. Many people blame you and say that Dr. Carlop has disappointed everyone. But I feel that doctors are the ones who can cure some illnesses and those who can't. Gods are the ones who can cure all illnesses and save everyone. I've only seen doctors, I've never seen a god. "
"I don't understand God, but I know that Doctor Carlop is a good person … My eldest son was supposed to be like you, but now he's gone, gone …"
Ta, ta, ta. With a flick of the whip and a kick of the horse's hooves, the carriage continued to move forward, kicking up mud and soil.
Yes, that was it. Gu Jun seemed to have experienced it in his memory.
The entire street, the entire city, and the entire city were swept away by hemoptysis. Everyone died.
Those who hadn't died had most likely gone mad. There weren't many people like the coachman, but … there were still some …
Not only did the plague bring death, but it also brought extreme fear. Living in a world full of fear, people would naturally behave more and more strangely. Even in places that had not become epidemic areas, people were dominated by this kind of emotion.
In a trance, Gu Jun seemed to see some modern city scenes.
On the once bustling street, there were very few pedestrians, and everyone was wearing a thick mask, looking flustered and hurrying …
"Ah!" Suddenly there was a scream. It was just someone seeing a passerby wearing white clothes that looked like a white coat. The people on the street suddenly felt like they were in a poisonous gas, and they fled in panic. There was a doctor! If there was a doctor, then there might be an epidemic.
His headache got worse. Was it a headache … or was his consciousness fading away …
The scene changed again. It was another muddy road on a wasteland, and another carriage, the carriage with the plague doctors in black hats and black coats.
Was this an illusion from the Middle Ages in Europe?
"Ellie, hurry up, we have to go!" The woman in linen clothes said anxiously. Seeing the arrival of the carriage, the villagers in this small village all became terrified. Accompanying the cursed plague doctors would only be the horrible plague.
Some villagers suddenly ran on the street and roared, "No, no …"
"God, merciful God, save us!" Some of the villagers immediately knelt on the muddy ground, raised their hands to the sky and prayed, crying and begging God to forgive them and the village for their sins. "We are all your people. We have all survived until now because of your blessing. Please continue to be merciful!"
Such villagers were not the minority, in fact, most of them knelt in the same way.
This made it difficult for Gu Jun to understand whether they had fallen into some kind of delirium or not.
But there were also lunatics walking around. Some had torn off their clothes, some had smeared mud on their faces, and some were whipping themselves. They were all shouting, "It's coming! It's judgment is here! No one can escape! "
These pitiful people, lowly people, crazy people, under the influence of the Black Plague, all kinds of ugly behavior …
Was that so? The pain in Gu Jun's heart was about to explode. Was it because of these disgusting filth?
But then he was reminded of the foreign coachman … In the days when the coachman's family was still alive and the coachman was still living in fear, the coachman must have been one of the people who knelt on the muddy ground, begging for God's mercy.
Among these medieval villagers, among the passersby in the modern city, there were also coachmen like that.
"Ellie, run, run faster!" The woman in linen clothes wailed. Her body was pulled back by the noose that the plague doctors had tossed out.
The little girl with the braids called Ellie ran forward in the wasteland. She panted heavily as she ran. Was she running toward death?
Gu Jun felt like he was following behind her, chasing after her. She could not die, she could not …
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