The female supporting role who passed through time was poisoned again

Chapter 264 Knot 20
Zihua has already wandered through so many worlds, she didn't feel pain about Senior's death, she really didn't feel pain, she didn't even shed a tear.

Liuliu Ai'er was eager, seeing her playing with two coins in her hand, her heart skipped a beat, and seeing that her expression was normal again, her eyes flashed anticipation, and she hurriedly backed away, but it was still as she thought, Senior Already asleep.

There was crying in the room, loud, very loud.

Zihua left with a blank expression.

I don't know when it started to rain heavily outside the door, and the rain slanted down. Zihua wrapped her cloak tightly, got on the horse, and rode the steed all the way to Clefke Manor.

When it was dark, I stepped into the love of Karda to rest, and when it was dawn, I set off. Why did I rush back in a shorter time than taking a carriage.

"Miss Gina, why do you look so bad?" Maritis looked at her worriedly while helping Zihua lead the horse.

Zihua smiled back at her, "It's okay, I'm tired from rushing back, so I'll be fine after taking a rest."

"That's good."

Zihua walked into the house, and just two steps away, Priestley came down from the stairs, and the two met at the stairs.

"Gina, do you need anything?"

Zihua looked at his originally green and handsome face, now it was like a wrinkled apple with a few fine lines, her eyes flickered slightly, she just shook her head lightly and passed him by.

Maybe she didn't have to bump on the horse that day, she slept very soundly, and didn't wake up until late at night when the stars were full.

When I got up, I met Isabelle's face, her light green eyes were full of worry, "I heard..."

Zihua nodded, and Isabelle immediately gave her a hug with certainty.

She grabbed her hand, "I'm not here these days, have you helped Robertson to be lazy, Mr. Smithing asked him to finish the painting the day after tomorrow."

"Where is it?" Isabelle smiled, her eyes wandering.

When Zihua saw her like this, she didn't know that she was panicking. She immediately put on her clothes and went to check on Robertson's work progress.

This looks pretty good. It has been a week so far, and Robertson has only completed one-third of the work required for the album. The manuscript will be handed in the day after tomorrow, and I don't know what to do.

Robertson saw it and promised her that he would finish overtime tonight.

Helpless, Zihua and Isabel helped Robertson complete the album all night in order to deliver the drawings on time.

I spent the whole night happily, but all the previous depression was diluted.

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The recent spring rains have wet the sharp leaves in the courtyard, and even the road in the distance is foggy.

Zihua stood by the window watching the mist outside, picked up the iron frame next to the fireplace and turned the wood in the fire, the fire was burning vigorously, and the humidity in the room was not so heavy.

Zihua was the only one sitting in the hall. Since Isabelle and Robertson got married, they liked to stay together. She also understood that and didn't bother them.

Priestley came to sit by the fire at some point, with suspicion in his eyes.

"Recently, the outside has really become more and more chaotic. I don't know when and where a large number of refugees came. The already crowded streets are full of people, and many people are begging on the streets. You are fine, or less It's better to go out."

Zihua nodded, she only went out occasionally when she wanted to find some weird things, she would not have that heart, and the weather was wet, so she would not go out on a whim.

On the contrary, he still has to go out to work, "Be careful yourself."

"Well, I will, don't worry!" Priestley looked sideways at her face, wanted to say something more, but remembered the answer she had given many years ago, and finally just closed his mouth.

What Priestley was worried about happened very quickly. At first, he was worried that these refugees would flee here from other places. He swore that there must be famine or plague. Many of them vomited to varying degrees, so he knew they must be carrying some kind of virus.

In an instant all work stopped.

Priestley did not go out any more, and no visitors came to Clefke.The manor was far away from those streets, surrounded by high walls, and dogs were tied by the side, so it was safe.

It's just that they have completely lost contact with the outside world when they are safe. They don't know the situation of the epidemic outside, so they can only stay in the manor, hoping for someone to deliver the letter.

During the closed period, there was a shortage of food, and the food in Zihua's space came in handy. She put two green vegetables in the locker in the kitchen every day.

Relying on the previously smoked meat, two meals a day can be regarded as enough.

It was only after ten days that Clefke Manor still hadn't received the letter that it was safe outside, and Priestley's originally indifferent mood gradually became anxious.

"No, it's not an option to stay here any longer. I'm going to the street."

Priestley finally couldn't bear it anymore and got up from the dining chair, picked up the clothes hanging on the wall, and was about to go out, but was stopped by Robertson.

"Father, can't you wait until the front is sure, and then go out? We all need you, if something happens to you... think about Sister Gina. Isabelle and I, and Sister Gina, we what to do?"

Priestley's resolute feet stopped when he heard Zihua's name. After all, he was afraid that there was an abyss outside, and it would be difficult to come back after going out. He took a deep breath and restrained his impulse.

But he was not in the mood to continue eating, and went back to the study with a heavy heart.

Zihua looked around and saw that each of them had unresolved sorrow on their faces. She lowered her eyes, and after thinking for a long time, determination flashed in her eyes.

The night is deep and the fog is thick.

I don't know when, the climate here has become more and more weird. When it snows in spring, she will not be surprised. Anyway, this world is fake, and no matter how it looks like, it is just a piece built with data brick by brick.

So where did this anomaly come from?
Zihua rode on the horse and hurried to the market, but saw a scene that would cheer even her.

I do not know when the noisy market has remained the same. After removing the noise, the chaos on the street still shows the lively daily life.

If the vegetables hadn't turned yellow and turned black, the fruits hadn't been rotten, and the meat hadn't been chewed to the bone, then everything here would probably be the same as it was ten days ago.

In front of the entrance of the alley, there were several people lying there with their eyes tightly closed. If you ignore the root-like things entangled in their mouths, then Zihua will definitely think that this is just an ordinary plague, so let it go.

It's a pity not, their stature is thin, their lips are black, and there are blood stains on their bodies, which made her think of the word zombie.

(End of this chapter)