These murderers had been fighting Yang Xianmao and them with their lives before, and at this moment, even a child could easily push them down, and they begged the mace and the other brothers to take them away, not to leave them here, and let them go to Langzhong, but the mace and the others just looked at them in panic and indifferently, and then turned around and continued to walk forward.

The mace hoped to reach the next town as soon as possible, and they began to walk along the road, hoping to meet a carriage passing by, but it was quiet all the way, there were no carriages, and there were no pedestrians, except for the corpses that could be seen on the road from time to time. ”

This idea was quickly confirmed, and along the way there were their fallen minions, all of whom on the side of the road and never got up again, pleading in weak voices, but no one helped, and some died quietly.

The mace felt the pain coming from the injured place of his right leg wash all over his body, he really wanted to fight with someone, even if it was better to die, now this kind of mental torture, he not only has to endure the pain of his right leg and right shoulder, but more importantly, he has to endure watching the people around him get sick and die one by one, and he can't treat it, and what is even more terrifying is that even he doesn't know if he will be infected with the plague, and whether he will fall next will be himself.

The mace's incomprehension was soon answered, for he felt a rumbling in his stomach and a throbbing pain, and struggled to get into the thatch, and when he heard the crackling sound and felt the pouring like a spring, his last hope was drawn out with the.

If he was still a little lucky, his last hope was dashed when the churning of his chest and abdomen and the uncontrollable splashing of vomiting began, for along the way he saw his dead brothers begin like this, and then die quietly in the grass, just like the men on the road.

When he had vomiting and diarrhea, he was thinking about the two attendants coming to help him, but the two attendants were no longer nowhere to be found. - While he was vomiting and, they had quietly fled from the bushes, and the hundreds of minions who followed him had fled, except for the dead, most of the remaining ones had already fled on their way, and there were only thirty or forty people around him, most of whom were his best friends.

These loyal guards had wanted to follow him from birth to death, and they did, but they came here under the lure of the horse's huge money, and they encountered the plague, and one by one they died, and now they are them.

How many of those who have escaped will actually escape, but the claws of the plague will follow them until they fall.

Therefore, these loyal dead soldiers have an idea, that is, fate sometimes will come eventually, and life will not be forced at any time. If you really catch the plague if you hit, even if you flee or stay, you can't escape the fate of this fate, rather than fleeing without ambition, it is better to firmly follow the leader you chose at the beginning, until you fall with the leader.

There were indeed more than a dozen people who fell with the mace, and these people had already developed severe symptoms of vomiting and diarrhea, and soon lost the strength to continue walking, and when the mace pulled off the last bit of strength and fell to the grass, the dozen or so dead bodies also fell weakly in the filthy grass, watching their lives disappear into the night sky with the afterglow.

Although Yang Xianmao didn't see the final fate of the mace, he had expected it to be like this, but he was not in the mood to gloat, because they were also facing the threat of death. The reason is very simple, among the murderers who surrounded them, there were obviously people infected with the plague, and in the process of fighting, Liu Dongyan and Yang Xianmao were both wounded, and their wounds were directly exposed in front of these murderers who were infected with the plague, and they also had direct or indirect contact with them.

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Despite knowing that Yang Xianmao and Liu Dongyan were most likely infected with the plague, Liu Qingmei, Fluttershy, and Gui Ling'er did not hesitate to bandage their wounds and help them sit down on the stones, because the lives of the three of them were saved by Yang Xianmao's master and servant.

After bandaging the wound, several women looked at Yang Xianmao, waiting for him to decide what to do next.

Yang Xianmao's head spun rapidly, thinking that they had come here with a burden all the way, Yang Xianmao knew that Yinzhou was not a traffic artery, but was located in a remote mountain, that is, the closest city to Yinzhou might be on the other side of the mountain hundreds of miles away. If they walked, it would take at least ten days and half a month, and once any of them had a seizure, the problem Yang Xianmao faced was that he did not have the medicinal materials to treat him.

Yang Xianmao has read countless medical books and learned that the plague of cholera is extremely terrible, and there are few records of cure, even if there are a small number of records of cure, according to Yang Xianmao's judgment, it may not actually be cholera, but just an ordinary gastrointestinal typhoid fever. Comparatively speaking, the difficulty of treating the two diseases is simply incomparable, therefore, after discovering that it may be cholera, Yang Xianmao has been thinking about the prescription that can be used to treat it, and he found that there is no prescription that makes him feel sure in his heart, this is why he decided why he should strictly isolate the injured young master Gui Biao and his little servant when he returned home, because he had no other treatment methods, only prevention. Prevention is the best cure, for this terrible plague.

And the current reality forced him to reconsider how to deal with the plague that was likely to befall them, and he had to think of a way to deal with it before it happened, of course, as soon as possible, and it was better to think of a way to help fight off the disease to some extent, in case other people who were not infected also died.

After thinking about it, Yang Xianmao had no choice, he said: "Let's go back to Yinzhou, there are at least medicinal materials in Yinzhou, let's continue to move forward here, once the disease is incurable, we had better hide in the Tibetan Immortal Cave like Gui Ling'er before, waiting for this plague to pass." ”

Several other people nodded together, and they also felt that Yang Xianmao's suggestion was the only choice, especially the three women who had just experienced being surrounded by gangsters, even more so, rather than being surrounded by a large number of gangsters at any time in the terrible wilderness outside, it was safer and more practical to hide in the cellar, if you really want to get sick, flee and hide, but I am afraid that the result will be the same, and they will not be able to escape the chase of fate and the pursuit of death.

This proposal was immediately approved by everyone, Liu Qingmei and the others wanted to help Liu Dongyan to go back, Yang Xianmao shook his head and said, "From now on, a few of you will keep a certain distance from the two of us and don't touch." lest if the two of us are infected with the plague, you will die too. ”

The other women all shook their heads together, and said with tears in their eyes, their lives were saved by Yang Xianmao and Liu Dongyan, how could they sit idly by and ignore Yang Xianmao when they needed help.

Yang Xianmao told them: "If you don't get sick, you will help us, I have the ability to carry her back, remember, don't come near us at any time." ”

Saying that, Yang Xianmao put the injured Liu Dongyan on his back, and walked down the mountain in front, while Liu Qingmei and the others did not dare to disobey Yang Xianmao's decision, and followed behind him and kept wiping tears.

They went all the way down the mountain back to the city, the city was still full of flames and dead bodies, and there were fewer living people to see than before when they escaped from the city, and occasionally there were rangers who were still robbing in the city, and the bandits were ready to attack them, and there were obviously plague people running towards them, hoping to be rescued, but they were all solved by Yang Xianmao with money darts or plum blossom needles, of course, for the latter, he used plum blossom needles to shoot the opponent's leg acupoints, so that the other party could not get close, but could only let it fend for itself.

Yang Xianmao carried Liu Dongyan to Guijiazhuang, and at the same time his eyes were vigilantly watching on the road at any time, and paying attention to whether there was a pharmacy on the side of the road, he remembered that a few streets in front of him, it was the famous Qi Langzhong pharmacy in the city, and the medicine in it should be relatively complete, so he chose this road.

Liu Dongyan lay on Yang Xianmao's back weakly, pillowed his shoulder with his head, he felt that God was really not thin on him, even if he was seriously injured, he could still get the young master's meticulous care. The young master not only saved his life, but also gave him the most longed-for family-like care, this time when he was facing life and death, he was saved by the young master again, he felt that his life had been closely linked with Yang Xianmao, and he would not be separated in this life and this life.

Thinking of the sadness and joy, she leaned her face on Yang Xianmao's headrest more kindly, smelling the manly smell of blood emanating from his body.

Finally, they came to Qi Langzhong's pharmacy, there were several corpses in front of the pharmacy, and there were obvious scars on the corpses.

Obviously, they died under the sword of those dying and struggling, and finally crazy robbery murderers, Yang Xianmao suddenly became vigilant, because Qi Langzhong was like a god in medicine, known as a miracle doctor, so he could be regarded as a rich businessman in Yinzhou, and he was the focus of these crazy gangsters to loot, I don't know if there were hidden murderers inside, so Yang Xianmao put Liu Dongyan under a bluestone slab across the street, and then beckoned Liu Qingmei who came up with them to sit down next to the bluestone slab more than ten steps away, waiting for themselves.

Liu Dongyan was still carrying the captured long sword that was as sharp as clay, although she was seriously injured, but mainly because of too much bleeding and weak body, she could still support it for a moment if she really wanted to fight hard, although Yang Xianmao was still a little uneasy in her heart, but told them to lean against the wall, because the street was full of dead bodies, and no one would carefully check whether each corpse was really dead. Even if you encounter a gangster, it may be safer to pretend to be dead and hide from the other party without knowing whether the other party is infected or not.

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