But when Fang Zong blinked, he saw a completely different scene.
coffin!
They're all coffins!
A plain wooden, black coffin!
The coffin lids were all opened, revealing stiff bodies, not corpses, but living corpses being cultured!
The zombie still had the yang energy fluctuations of a living person, but it was already hardened and unable to move. Ghostly energy and resentment continued to grow, and under the influence of special drugs, they devoured the remaining life and suffering of the living person.
There are only three that I can kill, just some minor demons.
Fang Zong thought to himself.
As a doctor, it's heartbreaking to see so many patients who can't be cured.
For a moment, Fang Zong seemed to see the SARS outbreak of 2002.
The SARS outbreak, commonly known in East Asia as atypical pneumonia, is abbreviated as 'SARS'.
It was once a sensational incurable disease that caused widespread panic around the world. I believe that back then, the doctors and nurses, wearing protective suits and looking at the patients, felt much the same emotions we did.
However, the mortality rate for this so-called terminal illness in Dongguo is only 6.5%, which is among the lowest in the world.
So, what would the mortality rate be for these hundreds of coffins in my hands?
"zero!"
Fang Zong uttered a single word, his voice laced with bloodlust, and then let out a sinister and terrifying laugh.
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Do you all remember SARS? The global death toll was 919, with a case fatality rate of 11%. In my country, it was 6.5%, which was lower than that of developed countries.
For 5,000 years, from our ancestors to the present day, we have been living diligently, and we will continue to live better and better.
You, me, and everyone else will live better and better lives!
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