"The destruction virus?" Zhao Hai repeated in a low voice. Then, he smiled. &Quot; I heard from Grandpa that all the plants that are sick are destroyed. Even the straws are reduced to ashes. It's as if they've really been eroded by the power of destruction. This name is quite appropriate. &Quot;
Hu Yulong forced a smile and said, " &Quot; it's because it's too similar that we're so frightened. Forget it, let's not talk about this. Let's talk about this virus. This virus is really too similar to the erosion of the destructive force. Moreover, it spreads very fast. Wherever it passes, the grass, trees, and trees will wither and turn into ashes. Even the birds and beasts will turn into ashes. So, this virus not only killed a lot of crops, but also a lot of people. That's why this news is strictly kept under wraps."
Zhao Hai was stunned. His expression changed and he said in a deep voice, " "What about the professionals? Eighth uncle, will professionals be fine there?"
