Under the bronze cast of the Xuanyue Temple, it was still lying neatly on the ground.

The disciples of the Xuanyue Temple were still boiling pots and pots of medicine, and the walls that had been smoked a little black exuded the smell of medicine.

The summer was already hot, and a disciple lit a fire and fell down with a slight shake.

"Sanqi!"

The disciple next to him hurriedly helped Sanqi to a cool place. As soon as he fed Sanqi a little water, Sanqi was guarding the stove and the fire was extinguished.

The disciple hurriedly put down the water bowl, picked up Sanqi's fan and hurriedly fanned the fire against the stove.

Sanqi leaned against the slightly cooler wall, with the shade above his head, and Sanqi's hand rested on the cold roots.

Suddenly, the soil under the roots of the tree moved, and a very inconspicuous dark red bug emerged from the soil.

The insect circled around Sanqi's hand a few times, and then climbed down from Sanqi's hand.

Along the corner of the corridor, the small dark red insects quickly crawled forward, quickly crawling under the bronze Xuanyue.

Small dark red bugs crawled on a sick patient who was already unconscious.

The man had a yellow-skinned face, and only an old bark-like layer of skin was left on his body, tightly wrapping the bones in his arms.

Without hesitation, the little dark red worm bit through the man's thin skin and burrowed in.

I saw a small bag bulging under its skin. Worms burrowed through the inside of the man's arm, along the ulna and humerus, and up through the man's neck.

The patient lying on the ground had a small sarcoma in his eyelids, and then the sarcoma rolled into the Baihui point in the man's skull and disappeared.

This process was extremely fast, until the dark red worm burrowed into the Baihui acupoint, and the patient lying on the ground only twitched slightly, and instantly returned to calm.

In the soil beside Sanqi, hundreds of small insects came out of the soil and moved quickly along the blackened corner of the corridor, like the insect just now, hundreds of small insects burrowed into the arms of those patients.

The red, tiny meniscus pattern gradually takes shape on the arm, and the pattern of the Northern Yin Fire can be faintly seen on the neck.

The corridor was filled with the bitter smell of strong medicine, which concealed the trace of blood.

The disciples of the Xuanyue Temple went back and forth between the temples, and none of them noticed the strangeness under their feet.

What's more, it's just a few hundred bugs. Summer is full of mosquitoes and flies, who can notice such a small bug?

Fang just put the disciples who were resting on the side of Sanqi Fudao and boiled the medicine. He poured a whole pot of medicine into a bucket and pushed the cart towards the temple.

He scooped a spoonful of medicine from the medicine bucket into the medicine bowl and lifted the head of a patient lying on the ground.

This disciple was a well-meaning man, although these patients were already terminally ill, and could not utter a complete sentence except groaning. But the disciple still had to say a few words to the patients.

The disciple blew on the medicine before handing the pill to the patient's mouth: "You try, this is a new prescription, there are a few masters here these days, we have been saved by helping the wind." You're all saved, be careful. ”

A bowl of black medicine was slowly poured into the patient's mouth.

The disciple was a little happy, and he could drink all the medicine in a bowl, indicating that his condition was already improving. He comforted the patient: "Uncle, if you hold on a little longer, you will get better soon." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, the old man suddenly opened his eyes.

The disciple froze in shock.

The old man turned his head and looked at the disciple with a wooden face.

When the disciple recovered from his initial astonishment, he was overjoyed.

Does this patient seem to be doing well?

The disciple turned his head and shouted in the direction ......of the pharmacy: "Sect Master! Sect Master!

Before the words fell, a sharp pain came from his back, and a fishy sweetness came from his throat, and the second half of the sentence was stuck.

The disciple lowered his head, there was nothing unusual on his chest, not even a trace of blood. But the white shirt on his back was soaked with blood.

The old man's wizened fingertips sank into the disciple's back. Half of the fingers were inserted into the disciple's back.

Bugs crawled under the old man's skin. Crawled past his temples, down his neck to his arms, and then directly into the disciple's body through the fingers embedded in it.

The disciple intuitively felt a sharp pain in his internal organs, as if a fire had burned out his organs. His eyes were cracking, his eyes were blood-red, and he used the last shred of reason to cut off half of the old man's arm.

The originally vague Northern Yin Fire between the neck of the old man who had broken his arm gradually became clear. He fell in the blood, and staggered to the ground with one hand, and got up from the ground.

The disciple endured the pain, desperately stumbled towards the pharmacy.

His eyes were blood-red, and the whole world seemed to be soaked in blood, but there was a voice still lingering in his head, supporting the last shred of his sanity.

He walked under the moon and walked past the thousands of sick people under the temple.

Two more sick people sat up from the ground where he passed.

But he didn't have time to care, he only knew that he was going to see the Yuan Keel.

"Sect Master ......"

"Sect Master ......"

He had never felt so far from the temple to the pharmacy, so far that he felt as if he had lived his whole life.

The road was so long that by the time he walked in and saw the Yuan Keel, he had forgotten why he was looking for the Yuan Keel and who he was.

Suddenly, he walked behind Yuan Keel and stretched out his hand to Yuan Keel.