☆, reunion

Shen Qingqiu sat up abruptly.

Floating corpse, lean on!

As soon as I said "The water is so clear", you floated a floating corpse over to me, don't do it again!

Liu Qingge hooked the floating corpse with the boat pole, turned him over, and it turned out to be a bone again. Because the whole body, including the head, was wrapped with black cloth, and the face was soaked down again, didn't notice it just now.

Shen Qingqiu asked, "Junior Brother Mu, do you know what kind of plague there is in this world that will instantly turn people's whole body into bones?"

Mu Qingfang slowly shook her head and said, "It's unheard of."

Going against the current, if you don't advance, you will retreat. After a while, the boat has retreated a certain distance. Liu Qingge propped up the pole again, and after a while, he said, "There is still ahead."

Sure enough, five or six floating corpses floated from the front one after another, all of which were white bones wrapped in black cloth, exactly the same as the first one.

Shen Qingqiu was concentrating on thinking, when suddenly, Liu Qingge inserted the long plaster into the stone wall next to him. The thin and brittle bamboo pole was inserted straight into the hard and seamless stone. The hull was fixed and stood still. Shen Qingqiu also noticed the difference, and suddenly stood up: "Who?"

In the dark depths ahead, there was a burst of rapid breathing, and the silhouette of the person was faintly illuminated by the lights on the bow. I just heard the voice of a young man say: "Who are you? What do you want to do when you sneak into the city from the dark river?"

Shen Qingqiu said: "I would like to ask you who are here too."

Although he was standing on a small wrecked boat, he had a pleasant appearance, with black hair in blue clothes, a long sword hanging from his waist, and he was calm in his gestures, and he looked quite immortal. In addition, Shen Qingqiu now pretending to be B has pretended to have experience, and pretended to be his own style, this image is still very intimidating.

The young man was stunned for a moment, and wanted to be shocked by his appearance. After a while, he shouted: "You guys go! You are not allowed to enter the city now!"

Liu Qingge hummed, "It's just you? Who can stop me?"

The boy said: "There is a plague in the city, if you don't want to die, get out!"

Mu Qingfang said warmly, "Little brother, we are here for this..."

Seeing that he could not leave, the young man said angrily: "I don't understand people's words, do you? Hurry up! Otherwise, I'm welcome!" Before he finished speaking, a spear stabbed at him, and it was quite scary. Liu Qingge sneered.

After 5 seconds, the boy was defeated, and his body sank and fluttered in the water.

Liu Qingge lifted him into the water with one finger. Shen Qingqiu heard that the boy was still yelling in the water and asked, "Do you want to fish or not?"

Liu Qingge: "What are you fishing with full of vigour? Entering the city." He pulled out the bamboo pole and continued rowing.

The three came out of the dark river, and without tying the illegal boat to the shore, it floated back into the darkness on its own. This exit was in the most desolate shallow lake in the city, and there was not one person in sight. The three of them walked towards the center of the city for a while, and suddenly someone behind them caught up.

The young boy who was like a chicken in soup rushed up and said angrily: "I told you not to enter the city! What's the use of entering? There are too many people who came to save the plague, such as the big monk Niubi, the flower palace, not all of them. I can't get out! I'm courting death myself, alas!"

It turned out that this young man was ambushing in the dark, but he was thinking of them. Shen Qingqiu couldn't help laughing and said, "Then we've all come in, what do you think we should do?"

The boy said, "What else can I do? Follow me and don't run around! I'll take you to find the great monk and the others."

Shen Qingqiu saw that the other two had no objection. They were all unfamiliar with Jinlan City, and it would be best if they were guided to avoid detours, so he lowered his head and asked, "Little brother, what's your name?"

The boy raised his chest and said, "My name is Yang Yixuan, the son of the golden weapon shop in the city."

Could it be the weapon shop merchant who risked his death to report to Zhaohua Temple for help?

Seeing that Shen Qingqiu kept looking at the boy, Liu Qingge asked, "What are you looking at?"

Shen Qingqiu said in a low voice: "I see, this kid can do a few tricks under your hands, and he has a good temperament. Both are rare, but he is a malleable talent."

Walking into the main city, the number of pedestrians gradually increased.

But this "many" is only compared to the empty one just now. There are at most three or four figures on a street, and they are all buried in black cloth from head to toe. Yang Yixuan took the three of them to his home. This weapon shop is not small in scale. It occupies four storefronts on the widest main road, which are connected to each other for family use, and there are also inner courtyards, inner halls, and cellars.

The Dust Master is in the cellar. He was lying on the bed with the quilt covering his lower body, and when he saw the reinforcements sent by Cangqiong Mountain, he "Amitabha" got up.

Shen Qingqiu said: "Master, the situation is critical, so I won't say much else. What kind of plague is prevalent in Jinlan City? ?"

Wuchen smiled bitterly and said, "What Immortal Master Shen asked is actually a question."

Saying that, he lifted the quilt from his lower body. Shen Qingqiu froze.

Under the quilt, there were only a pair of thighs, and it was empty below the knees. All the places where the calf should have been have disappeared.

Liu Qingge said coldly, "Who did it?"

Wuchen shook his head: "No one did it."

Shen Qingqiu was puzzled: "Who did it? Could it be that it didn't exist by itself?"

Who knows Wuchen nodded and said, "It's the legs that I don't have."

The black cloth was still wrapped around his legs above his knees. Wuchen stretched out his hand and tried to untie it, but Mu Qingfang hurriedly helped him. Wuchen said: "This thing may make you fellow Daoists feel slightly uncomfortable."

The black cloth was undone layer by layer, and after seeing what was wrapped inside, Shen Qingqiu took a breath.

Master, do you call this "slight discomfort"? ! ? !

The place that used to be his thighs had all festered, the skin was necrotic, and the flesh was rotting. After the black cloth was released, the stench erupted.

Shen Qingqiu: "...Is this the plague in Jinlan City?"

Wuchen said: "That's right. At the beginning of the disease, erythema appears in a small area. The short time is three to five days, and the long is half a month. The erythema will expand and rot. After a month, it will fester to the bone. Rare scenery can delay the attack."

No wonder everyone in the city wrapped themselves up as black mummies.

Shen Qingqiu said: "The attack period lasted for a month, but why did Mr. Yang, who went to Zhaohua Temple to report the news, turned into bones in an instant?"

Wuchen's face showed grief and said: "Ashamed, Lao Na only found out later that people infected with this disease can survive for about a month if they are in Jinlan City. But if they are too far away from Jinlan City after contracting the disease, the attack will accelerate. My two brothers and sisters just hurriedly left the city and returned to the temple, and the attack happened on the spot."

No wonder he had to be able to go in and out!

Liu Qingge said, "What is the source of the disease? How did you get it?"

Wuchen only sighed: "I am ashamed. After entering the city this time, I hesitated for many days, and I still can't do anything about the root of this plague. I don't know where the source of the disease is, nor how it is transmitted. I don't even know whether it will be contagious."

Mu Qingfang was stunned: "How do you explain this?"

However, Shen Qingqiu seemed to understand: "Look at the son of the weapon shop family, he has been taking care of Master Wuchen for so long, but he does not wrap a black cloth around his body. It can be seen that his skin is intact and healthy. If this is indeed a plague , Master Wuchen didn't infect him, it's really strange."

Wuchen said: "That's exactly what I meant. I didn't succeed in my apprenticeship, but it tired you all, and I felt really sorry in my heart."

Shen Qingqiu said: "Master's original intention is to save people from fire and water, don't say that." He saw Mu Qingfang concentrate on studying the ulcerated parts on Wuchen's legs, as if he couldn't smell a trace of rancid odor, he asked: "Junior Brother Mu has What discovery? Can you formulate a cure?"

Mu Qingfang shook her head: "It doesn't seem... like a plague." He looked at a few people: "I need to see more patients before I dare to draw a conclusion."

Shen Qingqiu went out of the cellar and saw that the weapon shop's son walked back angrily carrying a long knife, and asked with a smile, "Young master, what's the matter?"

Yang Yixuan said vigorously: "Someone has entered the city again. They are all rushing to die!"

It is estimated that another faction has sent a helping hand. Seeing his face bulging like a bun, Shen Qingqiu deliberately teased: "Little brother, I think your kung fu is good, can someone teach you?"

Yang Yixuan ignored him. Shen Qingqiu said again: "I tell you, you go to the elder brother who kicked you into the water today. He is very powerful. You fight him a few more times, it will be more useful than anyone you learn from."

Hearing this, Yang Yixuan's eyes filled with eagerness to try, and he left Shen Qingqiu and ran away. Shen Qingqiu gave Liu Qingge some trouble, and he was overjoyed. He took a few steps to turn around the corner, saw the scene ahead, and stopped.

The city was dead, and every door was closed, and many people who were homeless before could not find a place to go and gathered on the streets. In the past, the streets were full of traffic, people came and went, and they dared not show their faces, but now it is empty, and they are unscrupulous. Pluck there. Everyone was wrapped in airtight black cloth, and seeing Shen Qingqiu whose painting style was incompatible with them was not surprised at all, looking at him was like looking at a dead person. After all, these days, no matter how many cultivators who entered the city with majesty and said that they wanted to rescue them, they have all seen them. Die faster than they do!

The man with the spoon knocked on the iron pot: "The soup is ready! Here it is, here it is!" Immediately, many homeless people who were lying beside them catching lice grunted and got up with their bowls. The picture is like a disaster relief for the hungry.

This plague disrupted the rhythm of life in the entire city, and such self-organized meals can actually save lives.

We must quickly find out the root cause of the epidemic, so that Jinlan City can return to its former appearance as soon as possible. Shen Qingqiu secretly made up his mind, turned around to leave, and faced a person, leaning on a cane, stooped, and his hands were shaking so much that the bowl was about to fall off, she seemed to be an old lady.

When he saw this, he wanted to make way for her, but she didn't know whether she was old or frail or fainted from hunger, and the soles of her feet swayed and bumped into Shen Qingqiu.

Shen Qingqiu gave her a hand, and the old lady said in a mixed voice, "I'm sorry... I'm sorry... I'm so confused..." She hurried past him and walked forward, probably because she was afraid of the vegetable soup. Gone.

Shen Qingqiu took two steps and suddenly stopped, feeling that something was wrong.

wrong.

This old lady looked like a candle in the wind and fell down as soon as it was blown. Why did it feel so heavy when she hit her body just now? !

He turned his head sharply, and in the crowd vying for the hot vegetable soup, there was no figure of the "old lady" just now.

On the left was the entrance to the flower alley. Shen Qingqiu chased after him, just to see a shadow with a curved back like a hook flashing past at the end of the alley.

The speed of the fog grass is not worse than the 100-meter sprint hurdles, right? ! Also "old lady"! I just went blind!

Shen Qingqiu chased after him. Although think now that the image of this old lady is indeed suspicious, can blame him for not discovering the abnormality sooner? Now, in the whole Jinlan city, everyone has this suspicious image of walking with a black cloth all over her body!

While chasing, he suddenly felt a little itchy on the back of his hand and raised it to take a look.

... This hand is really a disaster. It was the one that was stabbed with holes by the elders of the Sky Hammer at first, and now it is also the one that started to grow red spots first!

Speaking of which, it was also the one who opened the strange book "The Proud Immortal Demon Way". Ahhh, I really want to chop off this hand! ! !

So distracted, Shen Qingqiu took a step slower, and suddenly noticed that someone was attacking with sword energy above his head, he folded his fan, and was ready to fly out with a wind knife at any time, shouting: "Who?!"

The man slammed to the ground from the eaves on the side. The two faced each other, and Shen Qingqiu blurted out: "Gongyi Xiao?"

The young man immediately withdrew his sword, surprised and happy: "Senior Shen?"

Shen Qingqiu said, "It's me. Why are you here too?" He suddenly remembered that Yang Yixuan had said that someone else had come into the city from the dark river, presumably Gongyixiao's group, and asked, "Huanhua Palace sent you to bring it with you. People enter the city to investigate?"

Gongyi Xiao said: "The junior was indeed ordered to go into the city to investigate, but... it's not me who leads."

Shen Qingqiu was surprised. Gongyi Xiao is the most favored little disciple of the old palace master of Huanhua Palace. Before Luo Binghe appeared, he was basically the leader of the next generation by default. The only daughter of the old palace master also fell in love with him. , that must be him leading the team, except Luo Binghe who can hang him with the halo of the male lead, who can grab his position?

But I can't think about it right now, all kinds of thoughts turned around in an instant, Shen Qingqiu said: "Chase together!"

Gongyi Xiao responded loudly, and the two jumped out together.

The hunched figure flashed into a five-story building. This building can feel fragrant powder from the outside, and the stage is full of flowers. It seems that it used to be a place like a hook. It's just that there is no laughter and laughter now, Yingge Yanwu, only the door is open, and the hall on the first floor is blank.

The two held their breaths and stepped towards the threshold.

Tables and chairs were turned over in the hall, a mess. Shen Qingqiu glanced at Gongyi Xiao, and said in a low voice, "Check separately. Look at the private room on the left, I am in charge of the right."

He pushed open the nearest door with a folding fan. On the bed Yingyingchaochuo could see a person lying on the bed, he first raised his mind, and then quickly put it down.

It was just a white bone, wearing a colorful shirt with pearls all over its head, lying in a very serene posture. Probably the woman in the building, knowing that the time of death is coming, dressed up, put on the best clothes, and slept peacefully to die. Even death should use the most beautiful posture, probably it is the nature of women. Shen Qingqiu sighed for a second, then exited the room, still closing the door.

In several rooms in a row, there are the skeletons of women in formal suits. It seems that this hook bar is almost wiped out. Shen Qingqiu was about to push open the sixth room when noises and voices came from the second floor.

The two flew upstairs. Shen Qingqiu took the lead, and the person was still on the stairs. Suddenly, a young man's warm voice came: "No problem. You don't have to worry about me."

As soon as he heard this sound, Shen Qingqiu felt like he was struck by lightning, and he squeezed the folding fan in his hand until it clicked.

In an instant, even breathing seemed to stop.

He was stuck on the stairs stiffly, but he could already see the Accord at the end of the promenade on the second floor. A group of disciples dressed in Huanhuagong was surrounding the person in the center.

It was a handsome young man in black clothes. The hair band fluttered with the blue silk, and he carried a simple and simple long sword on his back. With a face like a crown of jade, and two eyes like Shen Tan's cold stars, he was looking over here inadvertently.

Although it has grown a lot, and its temperament is also very different from before, but this face can be chosen as the cover of a romance novel from any angle, Shen Qingqiu will not admit it when he is killed!

At the same time, a familiar voice that has been sealed, accompanied by a rigid tone like Google Translate, a series of reminder messages exploded one after another in his mind:

【Hello. The system has been successfully activated. 】

[General activation code: Luo Binghe. 】

[Self-test: The total energy is running normally and in good condition. 】

[Sleep mode disabled. Standard mode starts. 】

[The update package is downloaded and installed]

Wait a minute, I'll give you a swipe, did you really update? !

【Thank you for using again. 】

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