"I will make you all the spreaders of a new plague!"
What's the meaning?
The people in Wuji Palace stared at Ye Qingran fiercely. Although they couldn't understand the meaning of her words for the moment, it was obviously not a good thing.
"Ye Qingran, what do you mean?!"
Ye Qingran calmly took out a jade bottle from Shennong's space and weighed it in his hands.
"Don't you, the Wuji Palace, like to play with plagues? It just so happens that I also have an old plague here, and I want you, the Wuji Palace people, to have a taste of it."
The people in Wuji Palace stared at the bottle in Ye Qingran's hand, their eyes full of horror. The Master of the Medicine King Valley who could undo the plague on Tongtian Road, how terrifying must the plague she developed be?
No doubt about it!
"Ye Qingran, what on earth are you going to do?!"
The people in Wuji Hall felt like they were going crazy.
What kind of monster did they provoke?
Ye Qingran smiled lightly, "I didn't want to do anything. Aren't you begging me not to kill you? I promise you, but as a condition, you have to do me a favor."
"What's the deal?"
"It's very simple. I will plant the plague in your bodies, and then after you return to the headquarters of Wuji Temple, you can infect a hundred of them from me. Those who have completed the target can come to the top of the competition to ask me for the antidote."
"If you can't finish it... you will rot from the inside out in a month and die!"
horrible!
How terrible!
This is to treat others with their own medicine!
However, Ye Qingran was even more ruthless and wanted to let the Wuji Palace people harm his own people!
"Don't try to play tricks on me. When I say a hundred people, I refer to the people in Wuji Palace. If you infect one of the others, the antidote will be gone."
"impossible!"
The Nose Ring Holy Son gritted his teeth and said.
"It is impossible for us to do such a thing and betray Wuji Palace!"
"Really?" Ye Qingran asked lightly, and then immediately planted the plague into the body of the Nose Ring Saint.
A few seconds later, the nose-ringed saint was still twitching all over, as if he was suffering from epilepsy, but he soon returned to normal.
"Open your clothes and look at the chest you bought."
The Nose Ring Saint was startled. He pulled open the clothes on his chest and saw that red pimples had grown there.
"What is this? What on earth did you do to me?" The Nose Ring Holy Son said angrily and helplessly.
"Of course I have planted the plague on you. From today on, every day that passes, you will have more and more red bumps on your body. When red bumps appear on the soles of your feet, it means that you are not far from death. In the next three days
All the red pimples on your body will fester and rot, and on the thirtieth day, you will turn into a puddle of pus..."
Hiss~
Just listening to Ye Qingran's description made everyone's scalp numb!
"I don't believe it! I will definitely be able to find the antidote!"
The nose-ringed saint roared loudly.
"No, you can't! Even the Tongtian Lulan family can't do anything with the virus I developed! If you don't believe it, you can try it."
The nose-ringed saint's eyes trembled, and fear and panic finally appeared on his face.
Afterwards, Ye Qingran, with the help of Fu Hanxiu, planted the new plague she developed on everyone present in Wuji Hall.
A total of more than a hundred people from Wuji Palace came. After planting the plague on them, Ye Qingran generously released them.
Even so, the people in Wuji Hall couldn't be happy, especially when they lowered their heads and saw the red bumps on their chests, their hearts sank to the bottom.
"Ye Qingran, my father won't let you go if you do this!"
Luo Qingcheng's soul was screaming.
"When you have this time, you'd better worry more about yourself!"
With that said, Luo Qingcheng was imprisoned in the soul-inducing bead again.
"Jiaoxi Ye, just let them go like this?" Hong Wu was a little unhappy. These people from Wuji Hall should give them a lesson they will never forget!
"Don't worry. Letting them go is far more torture than killing them. It may even be more rewarding for us!"
"How to say?"
"You calculate it yourself. If one person has one hundred indicators, there are more than one hundred of these people. When they all return to Wuji Hall, each person will infect one hundred, that is more than ten thousand. Besides, you can't calculate like this.
Those more than 10,000 people who are infected will eventually become the base number. The speed of infection is simply not too scary. I believe that it won’t be long before Wuji Palace will become a complete epidemic area, and no one can escape!"
Qin Zixie explained leisurely.
After listening to his analysis, everyone's eyes brightened.
Xia Zhimeng couldn't help but clapped her hands, "If this is the case, wouldn't Wuji Palace be destroyed soon?"
"Wow, this is a series in my lifetime!"
"To be honest, I have been unhappy with the Wuji Palace for a long time. I deserve to die! The big day when everyone will celebrate is coming!"
.......
The plague was cleverly repelled by a thunderstorm arranged by Ye Qingran, and the people of Wuji Palace retreated in despair.
Xiliang City has returned to its former tranquility.
Emperor Donglin was grateful for Ye Qingran's contribution and ordered someone to build a sculpture for her in the most prosperous square in Xiliang City.
The sculpture is not big and not so high-profile, but it is very obvious. People can see her at a glance and immediately think of everything she has done for Xiliang City.
Gu Dongliu relieved himself of the pressure and responsibilities, put on fresh clothes, and finally lived his dream life of drinking horses from rivers and wielding swords across the world.
He joined Xia Zhimeng and Ling Shaoyang on their training trip, and the Xiliang City training trio was officially established. They walked out of Donglin and towards a wider sky, starting a life journey as passionate as fire.
Until Ye Qingran left Xiliang City, she never saw Dongfang Qingxuan again, nor heard any news about him.
She will think of this person, it has nothing to do with romance, but just recalls the past.
Flowers bloom and fall, clouds roll and relax, many people turn out to be just passers-by in life!
But people always have to look forward, life will always go on.
Tomorrow is another new day.
Nanyinzhou.
Yunfu.
The Yun family, father and son, were sitting in the living room, frowning.
In the past few days, they have been searching for Ye Qingran's whereabouts, but have made no progress.
They knew that Ye Qingran had gone to the Demon God Ruins. At that time, Yun Zhongyue and Yun Zhongge were also planning to find Ye Qingran and break into the ruins together. But who knew that at that time, the chief of the Bai tribe led a group of Bai tribe people to the Yun tribe to cause trouble.
, which delayed their whereabouts.
After the Bai clan made such a fuss, they did not go to become the Demon God's ruins.
They didn't think much about it at the time, but later they found out that the Holy Lord of Wuji Palace went to the Demon God's ruins to try to kill the Emperor! As for the Bai tribe, they deliberately came to hold back their Yun tribe!
At this time, someone came in and the three of them stood up together.
"How's it going? Is there any news about Xiao Ran'er?"