Chapter 632: Mr. Lu is angry

"Stop!"

Lu Hualiang suddenly spoke.

Yang Li, who was driving in front, subconsciously stepped on the brakes.

He was tempted to say that there was no parking on this stretch......

However, he only dared to think about it.

The car behind drove over and wanted to honk the horn, but when I saw this kind of luxury car with hundreds of millions of dollars, I walked around the road with interest.

Those who can drive this kind of car are probably not something they can mess with.

The traffic police not far away wanted to come up and copy the license plate, but when they saw the license plate number, they instantly pretended to be deaf and dumb.

I can't afford to provoke it.

After parking, Lu Hualiang had no other instructions, and Yang Li was a little strange.

From the rearview mirror, I saw that he was turning his head and looking out, his face gloomy.

Yang Li's heart trembled, and this look was only about the young lady.

So Yang Li turned his head secretly and looked at the square outside.

I saw that on the big screen in the square, the news of the plague in Qinghua Village that had recently made a lot of noise was being played.

In the picture, a woman wearing a white hexagram carried two gift boxes and forcibly broke into Qinghua Village, and the scene was a little out of control.

The woman in white was wearing a mask and heavy-rimmed glasses, and the lenses of the glasses were reflective, making it impossible to see her eyes clearly.

It's tightly covered, and it's mysterious.

Although it is a little incomprehensible that someone has forcibly entered the place where the plague broke out, the master should not be angry about this matter, right?

Unless, that woman is Xia Weibao!

Yang Li's heart almost jumped out of fright!

That woman is crazy!

Now everyone wants to be far away from Qinghua Village, she actually ran in to die!

Qinghua Village.

Xia Weibao walked on the lifeless road, and did not see a living person on the way.

Those who had not yet been infected with the plague all ran outside to resist, and no one dared to stay in the village for fear of being infected.

And those who have been infected hide at home and suffer.

All the way deeper, I saw a few dead bodies, and no one cleaned them up.

Originally, a doctor came in in a quarantine suit to clean up the body, but after the village was closed last night, the villagers rioted and beat those people when they saw them come in.

So no one dared to come in and dispose of the corpses.

Because of this, the village is more like a mass grave.

After walking for more than ten minutes, I finally saw a living person.

He was already infected, his face was covered in abscesses, and his body was covered in red blood.

Maybe it was because it was too itchy, so he kept scratching the skin on his body with his hands, scratching stripes of scratches.

The abscesses on his face were also scratched several times, and the pus flowed out, which was very disgusting.

As a doctor, I have seen more disgusting symptoms, so Xia Weibao didn't feel anything.

She walked over and looked at the man's illness.

I have to say that the glasses Hepburn got are very effective, with a special reflective film, outsiders can't see her eyes, but in her opinion, they seem to be transparent, which does not affect her vision at all.

The man saw a slender woman standing in front of him, and looked at him with some curiosity.

This person is not from the village, and the people in the village are not so temperamental.

Although I can't see her face, I just feel that she is beautiful.

Wearing a white big diagram, he doesn't look like those armed police officers outside.

So who is she?

"Who are you?"

The man asked, puzzled.

The tone was very weak, obviously, his current situation was very bad, his eyes were a little sluggish, and it was estimated that he was about to come to the end of his life.

From his body, no life can be felt.

People infected with the plague were in great pain and simply did not have the strength to get out of bed.

He stood in the doorway, probably wanting to see the sun one last time.