Author: Qingcha is still the same

Although the Hehuan Sect in the past was not popular, it still had some concerns. Although some people in their area could not do their best, they would take care of them.

But now, I don’t know what’s wrong, but in the past month, I’ve become more and more scruples.

For the plague, they do not do anything.

As an immortal cultivator, it would be fine if he didn't want to protect ordinary people, but instead he despised those who had the plague and drove them out.

Even if there is no gain, if one of the family suffers from the plague, they will be driven away together.

The people who were driven away had no place to live, so they naturally ran around, and the plague was brought out.

An epidemic broke out everywhere in the world, and this disaster seemed to be telling something.

My mother, who knew the causes and consequences, never let go of her eyebrows, and she kept feeling angry.

She didn't know what she was angry about. Is it because of the attitude of the Hehuan Sect toward the people?

It seems to be so.

She pursed her lips and touched her chilling forehead, "Liaohua, let's go to Yuanxing Town to have a look."

Yuanxing Town

The lively streets in the past are now lifeless.

There was a strange smell everywhere in the air.

Like rotten rot.

This taste is too volatile!

My mother subconsciously raised her hand to cover her nose, and her eyebrows were frowning.

Looking around, the deadly breath made people feel a little depressed.

"Senior Brothers and Third Brothers, I'm from Xingzhen. Where are you now? I'll go find you."

Mama took the jade slip and shouted at the other side.

South of the city, a place for epidemic patients to gather

Feng Ming, who was checking a child's body, suddenly felt a strange movement in the transmission jade slip in the storage ring.

"This junior brother, please take a look first."

He handed the child over to a disciple and got up and went out.

In a quiet corner, he took out the jade slip and pointed his fingertips, and the voice of the junior sister came from inside.

Why did this girl run out if she didn’t stay in the sect properly?

She finished copying the book so quickly?

Could it be that the elder of the Library Pavilion lets the water go?

Since the person has arrived, you cannot drive him back.

"You're staying there, I'll pick you up."

He left his own spiritual mark on Zamiao, so he had found the person in just a few minutes.

But when someone found someone, he had a slutty face and pinched his nose with his hands.

"What's wrong? Where is it uncomfortable? Is there a problem with my nose? You see, you feel uncomfortable, why are you still here?"

Don’t you know if this is an epidemic area? Not taking protection yet?

Feng Ming quickly made an isolation barrier for Mama.

Mama waved her hand.

With the barrier of isolation, she finally survived.

She let go of her nose and took a deep breath. If she hadn't used up her talisman, would she have let herself hold it in such a way?

"You are feeling unwell, I'll take you back."

The young junior sister has little spiritual power in her body. Although she has his barrier, she is also worried that the young junior sister will get involved in the plague.

It seems that people don’t feel very comfortable, so I’d better send them back quickly.

He would avoid something that could not get through himself and would be hammered by several senior sisters.

"It's okay, I'm not at all, it's just too smelly."

She kept holding her breath and didn't dare to open her mouth. She felt that the stench seemed to be able to penetrate her mouth.

Smelly?

Feng Ming sniffed, but didn't smell anything except the slightly bitter medicinal smell.

"You are talking about the smell of Chinese medicine, right? This smell is really not good."

Mama was surprised.

"No, it's a stinking smell or a rotten smell. Can't you smell it?"

The smell is so smelly, won’t the third senior brother’s nose be broken, right?

"It's like rotten meat that has been soaked in water and rotted for several days. I saw your expression as usual before, but I thought you were using the technique of closure."

Feng Ming frowned, his nose twitched a few times, and sniffed hard, with nothing but the bitter Chinese medicine smell.

"Little Junior Sister, have you smelled the wrong smell?"

Mama immediately denied, "It's impossible, it's so smelly, how could I smell it wrong?"

She was really impressed with the smell and never wanted to smell it again in her life.

"this……"

Feng Ming still believes in his junior sister.

But he really didn't smell anything, and they had been here for so many days and so many people, and no one said there was any smell in the air.

"Didn't anyone smell this? What about those people?"

He has never asked about this.

"Let's go, let's go to the epidemic area first, and then ask."

The junior sister noticed something was wrong as soon as she arrived. What does this mean? It means that the junior sister is a lucky star.

I can't say that the junior sister can solve this plague?

The epidemic area in the south of the city.

As soon as the two of them arrived, they heard a crying sound.

"Immortal Chang Xianchang, please save my child, please save him. He has only been less than three months old, please."

Some people felt unbearable, but they had to dissuade them.

"Oh, Aunt Hua, don't make things difficult for the immortals. The immortals have been working hard for us for days. The child has gone, so let him take a good rest. He is already suffering enough."

Aunt Hua was not willing to accept the truth. She shouted in a little collapse, "You are talking nonsense, my baby is still fine, my baby is not dead, he just fell asleep."

The disciples of Yijianmen who were surrounded were in a dilemma.

It’s not that they don’t want to save the person, but they can’t save the person who has lost his breath.

They are also human beings, not gods of Daluo.

A disciple hurried over when he saw Feng Ming.

Lower your voice and explain to him.

The little kid had an outbreak of the epidemic and she couldn't stand it, so her mother couldn't accept it.

Mama frowned, "Why don't you use elixirs or spiritual power to protect his heart veins?"

Children are weak and their strong medicinal properties will harm them, but they are not without gentleness.

Feng Ming explained, "It's not that I haven't used it, it's just..."

It's just that the pill is useless.

I dare not use spiritual power

There were people who were dying before, who wanted to protect their hearts, but what was hopeless was the injection of spiritual energy, which made the epidemic more severe.

The person who could have lived for two days suddenly died.

Although the family had never blamed them, they felt guilty in their hearts that they could not use spiritual power or pills. From the beginning, they didn't know what to do and were helpless. Later, they thought about making soup with ordinary medicine.

There was indeed a little relief, but it was only a little relief.

Is this strange?

She frowned, but didn't ask at this moment.

Instead, he pushed the crowd away and walked over.

Feng Ming and the disciple also quickly followed.

Mama squatted down and looked around in the cradle.

The little doll looks so good.

Just too thin.

"Can the aunt give me a hug of the doll? He looks so beautiful. Who would have the heart to take his life as a little angel?"
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