Doctors are also divided on the cause of this weird winter flu. But most people think that this is inseparable from the polluted natural environment.
Garbage floats in the river, and the air is filled with dirty smells. No matter who lives in this environment, it is difficult not to get sick.
In fact, Jenkins still has a certain degree of understanding of this flu. He almost understood it as early as last month when he was investigating the vampire incident. At least half of the responsibility for this flu should be attributed to his [Curse of Disease].
The last time he used this ability was to curse that vampire demigod. God knows how the disease mutated in him, and finally evolved into what he is now.
He was very guilty of this incident, but this guilt was quickly diluted by another incident.
"Mr. Williams, Mr. Williams~"
Because he really didn't have much to do, Jenkins, who was extremely bored, saw that it was only ten o'clock, so he fell asleep in the doctors' office.
He clearly remembered that before he fell asleep, there were still many people in the office, and there were people coming and going at the door.
But after waking up, not only the steam pipe in the room seemed to stop, but even the figure disappeared.
In the office, only the oil lamp in front of Jenkins was still on, and there was no light in the corridor. Looking around, he couldn't see the voice calling his name just now, and even the chocolate was gone.
"what's the situation?"
For a moment, he thought he was still dreaming, and even guessed when the huge black cat that often visited the dreamland would appear. But he soon realized that this might not be a dream, and he didn't feel any falsehood.
"Tricksters? Mysteries? Or hallucinogenic spells?"
He opened his eyes of reality and looked around, but only saw the soul of a sad man standing in front of Jenkins. The appearance of this soul looks normal, and the closer to a human-like soul, the higher its rationality. He wasn't hostile at all, so Jenkins didn't feel that there was another spirit here just now.
"Hello~"
Jenkins tried to say hello,
"Hello sir, can I do you a favor?"
"You can think about it, what do I need to do?"
"Someone is desecrating my body, I hope you can help me."
"..."
Jenkins looked at him suspiciously:
"So, can you explain what's going on now?"
"I was born with some strange abilities. As an adult, I can even hear other people's voices when I am mentally relaxed. This is probably the reason why I can move around after death. As for now... this is the gap between dreams and reality, semi-illusory Half real. Sir, your soul is stronger than mine, the most powerful around here, and I cannot enter your dream."
There is no response from the priesthood, which is the truth. That is to say, the person in front of him is likely to be a mortal with extremely high talent, but unfortunately he has never been in contact with the extraordinary world until his death, which is exactly the opposite of the key keeper who has been chasing after the extraordinary for half his life.
"When was your body desecrated?"
"Now."
"Um?"
Jenkins froze for a moment, then immediately realized that this was an opportunity.
"Okay, I'll help you... Oh, do you need me to send you on? I think you understand that your current form of existence..."
"No, thanks for your kindness sir, I know how to go about it."
As he said that, the sad man turned around, and a pure white beam of light in the sky hit him immediately, and the man slowly rose into the sky amidst the hymn of the Hermit of Destiny.
"Thank you, Mr. Williamette."
He didn't forget to wave goodbye to Jenkins before disappearing.
"You're welcome."
Jenkins stared blankly at this scene, feeling a little funny. Suddenly, he woke up as if raising his head from a pool, and stood up from the brightly lit office.
"Meow~"
Chocolate yawned, then continued to push the ball under her claws.
Without hesitation, he ran to the corridor with the cat, his eyes swept towards the morgue, and as expected, he saw some black shadows like skeletons. Although the skeleton sword and its current owner were not seen, any harvest now is a clue.
Jenkins immediately notified the hospital's guard team, and the team of nearly thirty people arrived at the morgue on the second basement floor of the main building of the hospital without stopping, and then fought into a ball with the oncoming corpses.
This should belong to a successful annihilation battle. Because of the preparations in advance, the team did not panic even when facing the two high-level undead in the corpse group.
Due to safety concerns, Jenkins was left at the end of the line to help with treatment. Such a decision was right, because even if he didn't make a move, the corpse group would be wiped out quickly.
Not long after that, Miss Bevanna, who heard the news, forcibly took Jenkins out of the hospital, not even giving him a chance to say goodbye to the doctors.
The woman breathed a sigh of relief when she got off the carriage at the door of the church, and then asked where Jenkins was going to live today.
"You can just go home... What happened just now?"
"Recently, corpses have been stolen frequently in Nolan City and surrounding towns, and those who steal the corpses are controlled undead. Remember, you encountered undead in your abandoned cemetery?"
"of course I remember."
This incident directly caused Jenkins to obtain [Contact Death].
"The current view of the church is that the owner of the skeleton sword first sent out the undead secretly to investigate the location where a large number of corpses may be stored, and the second step now is to take those corpses away. He probably wants to create a huge army of undead, which requires Quite a lot of material."
The two said as they walked that the atmosphere in the church was very tense at the moment, and most people were in a hurry. Jenkins searched the memory of the original owner, but he couldn't find such a thing that happened in the past.
"But isn't that sword able to revive the corpse directly? Why is it so troublesome to search for the corpse?"
Jenkins quickly followed Miss Bevanna's pace, and he felt the crisis of the current situation like never before.
"It's not that simple to create powerful high-level undead... Jenkins, we may be facing a war, a war between the living and the dead."
The woman's tone was unusually serious, and Jenkins thought of the team of dolls he and Hathaway met in the jewelry store. Hathaway said that the appearance of those dolls heralds that there will be war in the local area.
He originally thought that this indicated that the disputes within the kingdom would evolve into a large-scale struggle with hot weapons, but he didn't expect it to be a contest of life and death.