"Here, Fu Zhiyan, look here."

The ground was empty, and most of the dead servants here seemed to be children from poor families or young and middle-aged men. Only the brazier in one corner seemed to contain an unburned book.

There might be something else in the middle of the basin, something flowing, or some kind of ashes. Because it was dark in the room, it was really hard to see clearly.

This book-like thing was mixed in the brazier, and Gu Yisheng stepped forward to pick it up.

Fu Zhiyan quickly grabbed her.

"Eh? Have you forgotten what I said? It's just like when you were in class, it goes in the left ear and goes out the right ear."

Gu Yisheng turned back and smiled, with a contented look on her face: "Don't worry, the most important thing for every girl is a handkerchief. Before I left, I thought that the farm must be messy, so I took a few more.

Not only is it convenient for you to clean yourself, but you can also sell it for some money when you see some servants and brothers who are really sad. This veil of mine is worth a lot of money."

Fu Zhiyan just let go of her sleeve, but he didn't trust her to go alone, so he stretched out his hand. Gu Yisheng raised her eyebrows: "What for? Mr. Fu, do you also want a handkerchief to exchange for money?"

Fu Zhiyan took the veil from her and glanced at her sideways.

"I'm afraid that if you are not good at studying, you won't get anything, but you will wear all the veils. At that time, even if you want to make some useless charity, it will be useless."

He emphasized the words "not good at learning" and reminded her that he was her master - a master who was only five years older than her.

"Also, they have no place to exchange for half a piece of red silk and one foot of silk, so why not give it real money?"

Fu Zhiyan corrected him patiently.

"oh."

No matter in her previous life or in this life, she was a noble lady. Even though she dug wild vegetables in Wujiapo, she had never really understood the sentiments of the people - after all, in the peaceful and prosperous times at that time, she could not be reduced to such a land anyway.

Who knew that what I experienced in this life would be so different from my previous life.

"Bring me a longer and wider veil."

He looked very serious.

"Okay, okay."

Gu Yisheng quickly handed it over to please: "Master, please use it."

Something seemed to be "squeaking" around, like a sound of deflation.

Fu Zhiyan carefully took the book-like object and wrapped it carefully in a wide handkerchief, not touching any part of his body directly.

"Fu Zhiyan, something seems to be making a noise."

In order to ensure their personal safety, Gu Yisheng immediately expressed her doubts.

Fu Zhiyan listened carefully, and his expression changed, as if he was very frightened - Gu Yisheng had never seen him look like this - not before when he fell into the gunpowder conspiracy at the Hewei Racecourse.

"Go quickly and don't touch anything."

Fu Zhiyan pulled Gu Yisheng, and the two of them ran out of the house.

At this very moment——

There was a "collapse" sound from behind.

It was like the sound of a sheepskin raft exploding, or the sound of a puffed-up candy man cracking his mouth.

"A man's body exploded due to improper handling."

In the distance, many slaves rushed out of the manor as if running for their lives, as if they were preparing to find someone to tell them about this horrific scene.

"Fu Zhiyan, are you okay?"

Gu Yisheng looked at the man next to her. The two of them were still panting because they ran far away from the house before stopping.

His eyes were red and filled with tears. His chest kept rising and falling, and he was breathing heavily, as if he was remembering something painful. His hands were holding on to the branches around him tightly, so hard that even his hands were shaking. Blood oozes out.

The wrapped veil revealed a corner of the booklet due to his frantic running, and there was disgusting "venom" on it.

He looked at his hand that accidentally came into contact with "Venom" and looked as if his whole soul had been hollowed out by something.

"You're bleeding, Fu Zhiyan."

She wanted to go over and look at his hands, but he stopped her.

"Don't come here, don't touch me."

He avoids her.

"What's wrong? What happened?"

Gu Yisheng looked at Fu Zhiyan doubtfully.

"This is...a contagious...plague."

The book in the veil - written with a few words as its title - "Incurable Plague Sufferers in the Suburbs of Pingning, Chang'an".

Plague, thousands of dead bodies, corpse explosions, fires...

For him, it was a nightmare in the few vague memories of his childhood that was sealed deep in his memory.

Before he was adopted by the Fu family, he was just a country boy.

When he was six years old.

At that time, he was ignorant and an orphan who didn't know who his biological parents were - in his eyes, he didn't even have the concept of Aye Aniang.

He was driven and used like an ox and horse in the countryside, tending sheep and plowing the fields every day. Sometimes he would be whipped several times because he did not do a good job.

He had a tough life. Once, he lost a few sheep during heavy rain. After being beaten severely, he suddenly developed a fever. After that, the family saw that he was half dead and stopped using him. They just left him in the water. Then it fends for itself on a slope covered with weeds.

The uncles and aunties nearby saw that he was really pitiful, so they built him a shed to protect him from the wind and rain. Life was really difficult for everyone. There was a war at that time. How could anyone have the money to pay for medical treatment for a strange wild child? This kid, It only takes a few days to survive.

He survived for several days relying on the weeds in the back mountains. Unexpectedly, not only did he not die, but he also recovered from his illness.

On the contrary, everyone in this village is suffering from some disease, and you can hear the rising and falling coughs and crying sounds all around every day.

The fever persisted, corpses littered the fields, and the number of people who died because of this strange thing was almost as many as the number of Wang Shi who fought fierce battles with the rebels on the border.

There was blood everywhere, red and black pus, body fluids flowing from the exploded and broken corpses, and the stench of the excrement of poultry and livestock wandering around in the unmanaged farm pens.

People die every day.

This place is worse than the Yama Palace.

The good news is that Fu Zhiyan was hungry for only a few days before he was taken away by a young medical officer named Fu - his adoptive father who had worked hard to raise him from the age of six to the age of nineteen.

The bad news is that the entire village was reduced to ashes in the end - no matter whether they were good people or bad people, those who helped him, or those who tortured and beat him, were all burned up by the fire that reached the sky.

He clearly remembered that if he accidentally touched the relics of those who died of the plague or the "venom" around them, there would be a risk of getting sick.

Will he now...

He couldn't let Gu Yisheng get hurt.

"A Sheng, listen, this disease that harms people is a plague. Don't touch any suspicious objects in the future, including me. Those people must have escaped from this place and been attacked by those in the dark. Someone's instructions have done something evil. Our only goal now is to collect enough evidence and find out who set up the trap. I will stay with you until we succeed."
Chapter completed!