The female supporting role who passed through time was poisoned again

Chapter 266 Farewell and Encounter

Zihua stood still, looking straight at Priestley.

There was a flash of determination in her eyes, if—if Priestley would kill her because she was different from ordinary people, then she would fight back first.

As long as she stood there waiting, Priestley stood by the door for as long as Robertson and Isabelle came out, and they ended their staring.

"What's the matter? Where's Marity? Did something happen to her?"

As soon as Robertson came out, he asked several questions in a row. He looked out anxiously, looking for Marity.

"She was bitten, and the market is full of people with tree roots entangled in their mouths. If possible, it would be better for us to leave here as soon as possible."

The appearance of the stranger told her that even the manor was not safe now, and running to the dark and humid south was the most important thing now.

Isabelle's originally confused eyes were full of surprise when she heard Zihua say that the market was full of weird people like that, "Sister Gina, you just said that the market was full of weird people, how do you know what's going on in the market?" , unless... you went to the market last night?"

Three pairs of eyes looked at her in horror, and Priestley's eyes even flashed frustration.

Zihua didn't answer her words, but said lightly: "Go and pack your luggage! Before there is any corpse tide here, we will leave when night falls."

She walked past them back into the house, and if she was selfish, she wouldn't have to remind them to go to the rainy southern world, just run into Karda's Love, and live her little life there, waiting for this plague Come out when it's over.

But looking at these people who were similar to herself, she still wanted to get along with them longer. Maybe after being alone for a long time, her heart longed for companions - but how long could they live.

Zihua lowered her eyes, and her long eyelashes covered all the emotions in her eyes. She looked down at the reddish-brown steps one after another, stepping on them expressionlessly.

The luggage and so on were packed out very quickly. Several people knew that they were fleeing disasters, not on vacation. They brought very few clothes, and not much money. The most important thing was I brought all the medicines.

Zihua put all the things that they couldn't part with but wanted to part with into the space. Just when they packed all the things, they discovered that all the servants had gone on strike. To be more precise, they had all been bitten, otherwise they would not have been able to do so. There will be no one to prepare lunch.

While Isabelle and Robertson were cooking in the kitchen, she patrolled around the house, and after making sure that she really wouldn't be bitten, she tied those people up with thick ropes.

Everything was ready, and after enjoying the last lunch at the manor, they gathered in the study, observing the situation outside through the window, and waiting for nightfall.

The coming of night was reassuring. A black carriage drove away from Clefke Manor. They only knew they were heading south, but they didn't know what to do when they got there.

A few people stopped and stopped along the way, and finally arrived in the south in a state of embarrassment.

The air here is worse than theirs. There are black cotton wool floating in the air, and the road is full of dirty water after the rain. But there are no weirdos here, only workers marching for a raise,

Zihua and the others finally bought a wooden house built on the coast, which was not particularly big, only one-third of the manor, but considering their current situation, it was considered pretty good.

They don't know when those weirdos will come here, and they don't know if there are refugees like them rushing here in the city. It is the most economical thing to find a place to live first.

After settling down here, Priestley went out to find a job. He still held his job, but the position was not that high.

Another ten years have passed, and Zihua, who has completed the 30-year contract, told Priestley all about her background. Priestley is now in his 60s, and he has long put aside the world, but faced with With his aging appearance, he is no longer inseparable from Zihua as before, but chose to escape.

Even when Zihua told him her secret, he still didn't look her in the face.

Zihua understood that the fate of the two had come, and one morning, after writing a farewell letter, she left the tall building that was built close to Clefke Manor.

She rode a horse to the west to check the epidemic situation there. However, the south and the west seemed to be a faulted land, and the two sides did not affect each other. One side was normal human life, and the other side was the walking dead of strange people. Walking aimlessly, stopping when it gets dark, and heading east at dawn.

Zihua rode across the overgrown Cliveke Manor, the orphanage covered with bruises, and met a bunch of small saplings on top of bones. She didn't know what fruit those saplings would bear, let alone Did they bring this plague?

All results come to an end.

She walked eastward all the way, and she didn't stop until a person stopped on the road.

In ten days of traveling eastward, she had never met a normal person, so even though the back of the person in front of her looked so gentle, she had to label him as the villain behind the scenes.

The man was squatting on the ground watching the ants with great interest. Even Zihua stopped the horse, but he didn't look back at her right away.

Seeing that he didn't have the slightest intention to talk to her, she got on her horse again and planned to go around him.

The man was anxious, and called a few times behind her. Seeing that she didn't respond, he flew on the horse and sat behind her.

"Would you like to rush the beauty like this? The person you are looking for is clearly right in front of you."

"Who are you?" Zihua didn't talk nonsense to him, and directly cut to the point.

The person behind was not in a hurry to speak this time, and lightly passed her hand, pulled the rope, and signaled the horse to run in another direction.

Zihua thought he was taking her somewhere, but she didn't expect that when the horse had already passed through a dense forest, she heard him say: "The scenery here is good, much better than what I saw in that direction just now."

What a bloody answer, Zihua stopped the horse, and the man soon became unhappy.

"Hey, I said why did you stop the horse, I haven't appreciated it enough?"

She turned her head with icy scum in her eyes, but was stunned when she saw that somewhat familiar face.

"You...why are you here?"

How could that young man named Daolang, who made a living by selling weapons in the foggy city, appear here?

Dao Lang grinned, "Can't I stay here? Do I have to stay in Wudu?"

Zihua looked at his black pupils, what memory was emerging in his mind, that very long memory.

(End of this chapter)