With a light stroke of his finger, a little flame was thrown in. In an instant, the bright red blood burned violently like gasoline, and a crackling sound came, as if something was buried in the fire.

"Your blood is strong enough, it is more flammable and explosive than gasoline."

Wu Chongyang had never seen such a situation. He checked it countless times, but he had no problem, but he never thought that his blood could be ignited.

Seeing this, Wu Chongyang thrust down to Su Ran, "Help!"

Su Ran was helpless, "Get up first, there is a good show for you to watch."

A good show?

What other good shows?

Su Ran stared at the blood in the cup, and the burning was reduced little by little, just like lamp oil.

After a moment, the blood was exhausted and the flames were extinguished, but when it was extinguished, a small white flying insect flew out.

Su Ran's fingers pinched.

The little white worm looks like a tiny moth.

The moment he touched Su Ran's finger skin, he began to desperately try to get into the flesh and blood.

Unfortunately, Su Ran is not an ordinary person, and his skin is hard to hurt even if he is a sword. Naturally, a little bug can't get in.

In just a dozen seconds, the little bug died and turned into white ash.

Wu Chongyang was already shocked by such a scene, and everything he saw completely subverted his cognition.

It's like the blood that gasoline can burn, small insects in the fire.

Su Ran shook off the ashes in his hand. Such a small insect reminded Su Ran of the black feather insects that had been traveling to the desert before.

They are all strange bugs, they are all harmful bugs.

Wu Chongyang swallowed, "Su Ran, what is that?"

"Oh, nothing, it's just an ordinary bug. I've pinched to death, don't panic."

There are some things that should not be known to Wu Chongyang.

"Okay, without further ado, I'll go home with you now."

"good."

Although Wu Chongyang didn't understand anything, he had already determined that Su Ran could definitely help them.

In the car, Wu Chongyang hesitated for a long time and was embarrassed to say it.

"Su Ran, that, because of medical treatment, I really have no money, but don't worry, even if I do something to you, I will repay you for your kindness in the future."

Su Ran smiled, it was really an honest person’s idea.

"Don't worry, I won't ask you for money."

"But I don't have anything else."

"It's better to do this. If you really want to repay me, give me the little tree you threw away."

"no!"

Unexpectedly, Wu Chongyang immediately refused.

"That's a poisonous weed. It has ruined our family. I can't let it harm you anymore."

Su Ran smiled, "Don't worry, you forgot, there are poisonous weeds there, but I'm not fine, I have a way to control the poisonous weeds."

"It's really okay?"

"Would my body be false?"

"But, you're very thin."

Su Ran smiled bitterly. I was thin because I had no money to eat meat, but it had nothing to do with the poisonous weed.

Wu Chongyang smiled, "Thank you, there are really not many good people like you now."

"No, there are still many good people now."

"Good guy? Haha," Wu Chongyang looked out the window, "Since I got sick, my friends and relatives around me have been hiding from the plague god when I saw me. Not to mention borrowing money, I dare not get close to me, for fear that I would infect them."

Su Ran was speechless. Such things are not uncommon now.

It is indeed a phenomenon that people feel cold and weak.

"I sold everything I could sell at home. If I hadn't met you and Meng Duanhun, I might have jumped into the river and committed suicide long ago."

Su Ran didn't want to say any words of comfort, not to mention that what Wu Chongyang needed was not sympathy and comfort, but a good recipe for curing the disease and hope to survive.

Meng Duanhun gave him hope.

Su Ran gave him a good recipe.

Meng Duanhun, what is this woman singing about?

Very ordinary community.

It was really just like what Wu Chongyang said. People here were really like hiding from the plague god when they saw him. When the security guards at the door showed contempt when they saw Wu Chongyang.

Wu Chongyang bowed his head and was passively endured all this.

He knew that defense was useless. He would be frightened when he looked in the mirror, let alone others.

After entering the door, Su Ran was shocked again.

Is this a home?

Nothing, no exaggeration at all, no sofa TV, no refrigerator and washing machine, no everything most common in a home now.

What's even more exaggerated is that there is not even a bed.

It's just a few pieces of cardboard and dirty quilts.

The empty kitchen has only three bowls, three pairs of chopsticks and a pot.

There is nothing else, and such a house is not as good as a rough house.

Wu Chongyang said that he sold everything in his family to treat his illness, but Su Ran did not expect that he would sell it so thoroughly.

What kind of dilemma is that it forces a man to such a level.

A little girl with pale face, thin skin, dark eye sockets and messy hair slowly walked out, "Is it my dad back?"

"It's me, Tongtong, Dad."

Tongtong's muscles moved a little, and Su Ran knew that it was because she wanted to laugh, but she didn't have the strength.

When Tongtong saw Su Ran, he instinctively appeared in fear and dodging in his eyes.

But she leaned against the wall and had no strength to dodge.

"What is this uncle?"

"Can this uncle save us?"

"Really?"

"real."

Su Ran smiled and took out the food he brought and placed it in front of Tongtong, "You can eat these things at will."

It can be seen that Tongtong was happy and wanted to reach out to hold it, but the extended hand still shrank back.

"But, we have no money."

Su Ran felt sad, "It's okay, uncle doesn't want money, you can eat whatever you want."

"Thank you uncle."

A woman also walked out when she heard the sound. Seeing Su Ran, she couldn't say anything and smiled.

He was originally only thirty years old, but he was tortured like a skeleton mummy, with a thin figure, like a withered flower.

I looked around and said, "Sorry, there is nothing left at home and I can't even treat you."

"It's okay, I'm not the kind of picky person."

Su Ran was watching and waiting.

This meal was the best and fullest meal that Wu Chongyang family had eaten in recent months.

Especially after drinking Su Ran's water, their spirits were obviously much better.

Tongtong has a better impression of this kind uncle.

"Uncle, don't you eat it?"

Su Ran smiled and shook her head, "Uncle doesn't eat, there are still many things in my uncle's place. From now on, you can go to my uncle's place to eat a lot of things at any time."

Speaking of this, Tongtong felt a little sad, "Uncle, can I get better?"

"Of course it can."

"But, all of them said we were about to die, and they also said that we were plague gods and would be transmitted to everyone."
To be continued...