Three months later, Yang Xuan, who was in the sky, saw his gaze fall on a place below the clouds.

There, there was an acquaintance.

This is a small village away from the hustle and bustle, and when Yang Xuan quietly landed, he saw that the yellow pond from the Heavenly Medicine Valley was busy.

This small village is located in a very remote area, and the nearest county seat is also dozens of miles away, surrounded by mountains, winding paths, and has its own artistic conception of paradise.

In such a fairyland, it is now full of death and despair.

Yang Xuan, who had performed the stealth technique, was not afraid of being discovered, and walked wantonly among the villagers who kept moaning.

The skin is festering and rotten, and the black blood is constantly flowing down the ulcerated place, emitting a fishy smell, and in severe cases, black bones can even be seen in the ulcerated place.

To the west of the village, dozens of bodies are piled up in a wasteland, unburied.

Huang Chi was busy in such an environment, his forehead was sweating, and his eyes were full of helplessness and despair.

With him, there were two other men, like Huang Chi, whose eyes were full of despair.

Yang Xuan gently squatted beside a little girl who did not have a single intact skin on her body, trying to send the wood-based aura into her body.

The little girl's brow gradually relaxed, and she felt a warm power flowing through her, very comfortable.

The power of life is against the sky, and the ulcers on the little girl's body are slowly disappearing, and new skin grows.

But Yang Xuan's brows furrowed!

Wrong.

The wood-based aura he had injected into the little girl's body had reached a relatively alarming level, and it had only been before her injuries had recovered.

You must know that the aura he has channeled into the little girl's body is already hundreds of times that of the aura needed by a Huitian Pill.

That is to say, if you feed the little girl to eat the Tiandan, you need a hundred pills to achieve such an effect.

Yang Xuan stopped conveying, and the next moment, his brows furrowed even more.

Because when he stopped sending aura, the place on the little girl's arm where new skin had grown began to slowly fester.

His mind had already scanned the little girl's body, but he didn't find any toxins.

"Senior brother, the water and food we brought have been eaten, and if we don't leave, we will be buried here. At this time, a young man said to Huang Chi with a pale face.

Another older man also chimed in: "Yes, senior brother, let's go quickly." ”

Huang Chi's brows were furrowed, his eyes were full of red bloodshots, and he could see that he was physically and mentally exhausted.

"But we're leaving, what about these villagers?" Huang Chi's voice was a little hoarse, and he angrily scolded the two.

"We can't save them, we've tried everything we can for days, but we haven't even saved a single one. The young man who had spoken before had a hint of crying in his voice.

Huang Chi was silent, his face became even paler, and the sadness in his eyes became even stronger.

"What's going on here?" Yang Xuan appeared behind the three of them.

"Who?" Huang Chi and the three of them were startled, and turned around suddenly, only to see a man in black standing behind them, his eyebrows a little red.

"My surname is Bai, but it's just someone passing by!" Yang Xuan smiled and said.

Huang Chi looked at Yang Xuan, and from Yang Xuan, he felt an aura that belonged to the seventh or eighth layer of internal strength.

This is the martial aura that Yang Xuan deliberately simulated, which can be regarded as a simple application of his earth aura.

Huang Chi breathed a sigh of relief, arched his hand to Yang Xuan and said: "It turned out to be Brother Bai, I am a doctor who travels the rivers and lakes, and I also passed by here not long ago, but I found that the villagers here have the plague, that's it, alas!"

Yang Xuan said to Huang Chi, "I don't know what to call it?"

Huang Chi said: "The contemptible surname is Huang, and these two are my junior brothers. ”

The young man who spoke first said absentmindedly: "Liu Hao!"

Another young man also spoke: "Mao Yuxuan." ”

At this moment, a villager who was lying on the side suddenly screamed hoarsely, and Huang Chi was startled and hurriedly ran over.

But before he could run, the middle-aged villager's screams had stopped abruptly.

Huang Chi squatted down beside the villager and looked at it for a moment before standing up.

"Another one died!" there was sadness and helplessness in his tone.

Yang Xuanshen swept away, which villager had stopped breathing, and his internal organs were ulcerated in a large area, and even his heart was rotten.

Huang Chi, as a disciple of the Heavenly Medicine Valley, was helpless in the face of illness, and Yang Xuan could understand the feeling of powerlessness.

"Senior brother, let's go. The young man named Liu Hao spoke again, and there was even a little fear in his voice.

"Let's go, how to go, let them fend for themselves?" Huang Chi said to Liu Hao, as if he was saying to himself.

"We can go back to the master, he must have a way. Mao Yuxuan interjected.

"When I find my master and return here, I'm afraid they will all be turned to bones. Huang Chi let out a long sigh.

Yang Xuan suddenly asked, "Is this a disease or a poison?"

Huang Chi said: "It's an epidemic, a plague in the water source." ”

Yang Xuan's gaze fell on the well in the middle of the village, the well looked very ancient, mottled and overlapped with green bricks, covered with traces of time, and looked hundreds of years old.

Yang Xuan walked over and reached out to lift the barrel.

"Don't move!" Liu Hao was startled and hurriedly shouted.

Then, he ran over and handed Yang Xuan a pair of gloves.

"If you wear this, you don't want to die!" Liu Hao said angrily.

Yang Xuan touched the gloves, but he didn't know what material they were made of, soft and elastic.

After putting on the gloves, Yang Xuan fetched a bucket of water from the well.

It's so clear and it doesn't look out of the ordinary.

But Yang Xuan's face changed, and from this well water, he "saw" something different.

It was a living, wriggling little worm, so small that it was difficult to distinguish with the naked eye.

Bacteria?

This word popped up in Yang Xuan's mind.

Could this be the culprit?

His divine thoughts probed into the body of a nearby villager again, and this time he saw clearly that in the body of that villager, there were a large number of small insects that were exactly the same as those in the water, and they kept gnawing at the villager's body.

Yang Xuan's divine thoughts followed the well water all the way down, and soon after, he "saw" it.

Under this old well, there is an underground river that flows quietly, and the originally clear and transparent underground river water is full of a large number of small insects.

Yang Xuan's divine thoughts continued to spread along the river, and then, his face changed.

After some distance, the underground river joins the Ming River, and downstream of this river is a huge city.

A huge city with a population of one million.

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