The Demon Swordsman 3
Ch. 143 - Infected Type A
Southeast Campground in an uproar. Yu returned to bring a bitten man into the camp, although the rules forbid anyone to do so. The woman laid Xin Chen down in one of the tents, giving orders to bring medicine.
"What do you see?!" Yu drove away the people who were crowding in front of the tent. The water is cloudy. It could have come out at a time like this.
True to his expectations, Yu had to deal with people who rejected his decision. There was a moment of commotion, while Xin Chen inside endured the tremendous pain whacking his body.
He sat down, stabilizing his breath and staring at the veins on his arm turning red. His gaze began to blur, his heartbeat turned abnormal, Xin Chen did not expect the effects of the bite earlier would be this severe. His body was burned and grazed by thousands of insects
His hand grabbed his injured shoulder, healing as quickly as possible.
"No way, no way. I can't end up here ..." Xin Chen closed his eyes repeatedly, his body would lose consciousness for a moment longer - or lose consciousness forever.
Vague voices outside the tent could be caught.
"You want to save the man who is going to die? Don't expect him to survive! There's no life expectancy for him, you know. Even though he was immortal, a top-tier infected bite was an exception, whether he was king, commander, or emperor. He's gonna stay dead! " The old grandfather's voice screamed, burning Xin Chen's ears inside. The young man clung to the wooden table next to him, trying to stand up.
He came out of the tent, with the rest of his consciousness his mouth spoke. "I'm okay"
Wrongfully. The second before he finished the sentence, his body collapsed. Yu held Xin Chen's body from falling.
"He ... Still breathing?"
A minute later, the crowd that had been violent became very quiet. They knew Xin Chen would soon turn into a mindless beast, but that guess did not happen at all.
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Bright beams of light entered through the gaps of the tent. It was noon, but the air was still as cold as morning. Xin Chen woke up, examining the wound on his shoulder that had been bandaged. At that time his head was like he had just been pounded by a large stone, he could not stand for a while.
"Where are you cockroaches. Sleep on!"
Lang Voice. Who else, early in the morning his face was like a lion that wanted to pounce. Xin Chen looked at it, yet open his mouth Lang had already replied.
"You've been bitten by a half-human demon, let's call it type A infection. You know, meaning A? Levels above it."
Xin Chen looked at his wrist that was previously filled with red veins. Everything has returned to normal. "What's going on?" the young man asked as if he could not believe it.
"You fainted. Somehow you're still alive from that bite. And just be prepared, the news about this has spread. You're gonna be a target for the researchers out there." Lang's snort was accompanied by the wagging of his tail.
"Moreover ..." Xin Chen put on a astonished face. "How can your barrel body fit into such a small tent?"
Lang looked at the surroundings, he was completely pinched. Overnight guarding Xin Chen, he timidly changed and attacked the Southeast Campground. Lang himself was surprised Xin Chen survived the bite of the type A infected. No one can explain it.
"Forget about it." Lang thunts. "You slept for five days, didn't you realize? Five days."
Xin Chen reflexively woke up. Suddenly the pain reached the tip of his foot, Xin Chen's hands trembled, the veins on his face and hands looked back. Lang retreated in disbelief, he already realized something was wrong with Xin Chen. The bite could not have disappeared completely.
"Hey, buddy. Calm down."
Xin Chen was trying to control himself. His instincts turned violent, his sense of wanting to kill anyone felt so urgent to his mind. Seeing Lang in front, Xin Chen started to approach him to tear the wolf's body apart.
Yu came carrying a wooden stick, swinging it at Xin Chen's back until he fell down.
"Take him to ZeiShu's house. He needs treatment, as soon as possible!" Yu entrusted one of his colleagues to take the young man to a house that was opposite the source of the spring. It was indeed far enough away, but it was the only place that Xin Chen could be pacified. Lang was about to escort him but Yu forbade because he received word from his other friend, that lately the surveillance around was more strict. The demon looks like it will be in danger if it is not careful.
Lang's premonition worsened. One man took Xin Chen away with his horse.
The horse crossed the road which on its right was lined by iron wire, becoming the only barrier of the infected so as not to spill into the road. The man who was carrying Xin Chen was trembling instead of artificial. The iron hinges of the door began to detach, the horse's path began to slow down as one by one the infected exited the alleyways of the building.
"Damn ..."
One of the infected climbed an iron fence, the man spurred the horse to run fast but the animal instead stayed in place, advanced unable, retreat even they had been surrounded. Xin Chen was still unconscious. There is no place to ask for help there. They can't go back to this kind of situation.
The man was about to run to the next street but he was immediately confronted by three infected, they attacked his legs. Pulling the man into the street and eating him alive to the organs.
The dying roars and screams invite more infected. The horse that carried Xin Chen escaped, leaving him who had fallen on the ground. But his fate was no different from that of the man before. Dying torn.
One infected began to approach Xin Chen, faintly able to smell a living human. But the others were not very aware of it because Xin Chen's body odor was different from that of most humans. He is infected and has not been cured. The creature drew his hand close, about to tear the face apart.
One shot right at the head broke the infected head. One of the shooters took aim from the window of a house, shooting the other in succession.
"Move!" command a man with a uniform and the highest rank among dozens of other militaries. Infected flocks were scorched, some ended by gunfire. He raised Xin Chen's body, then brought back his troops.
"The victim was saved. Back off and go back to camp!"
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The blazing fire in front warms up while providing illumination in the middle of the dark night. The faint noise from the distance had disappeared, now his eyes could only capture the ceiling with one lighting source above. His hands and feet were chained. The buzz in his ears was again felt, propagating to his brain and eroding his sanity.
One liquid injected. His mouth was open, about to squeal. Pain is so great in his bloodstream. There was no stopping for fifteen minutes. He seems to want to die.
But a man with a syringe next to him spoke peacefully. "Calm down, you'll heal."
One last injection, allowing him to rest. Forgetting the pain that finally disappeared from his body.