As the king of soul beasts who had cultivated for 95,000 years, the Cangzhu King sensed the approximate rank of the four old men who were following Qianfei'er (shēn) when Qianfei'er and the others came in.

Well, if you can make friends with him now, maybe you can......

The Pig King thought about it, and finally decided to tell his friend about it.

"Go here, it's the territory of the Hell Three-Headed Dog Emperor, and it should have a 10,000-year soul ring for you......" While the Grey Pig King took out a map and put it on the ground, he pulled out a pig's bristle and showed it to Qian Fei'er.

"Then thank you, Your Excellency the Pig King." Qian Fei'er chuckled.

Next, Qian Fei'er and the Pig King chatted a few words, and the Pig King kindly invited everyone to eat a roast pheasant and hare, and after everyone ate happily, they returned to Shrek along the same road.

When I flew out of the hut for cover again, it was the second evening.

The dim sunset sun looked devoid of energy, and something like miasma or evening mist curled up, making the already dim sky even more sombre.

Everyone stood at the door of the thatched hut and looked around, and although it was dusk, there was still a feeling of seeing each other again.

However, just as they wanted to take a deep breath and enjoy the fresh air on the surface, they suddenly realized that something was not right.

Everyone only took a slight breath, and they all frowned.

"There's a weird smell, what's going on?" It was (shēn) Qian Nawei in a silver dress, and she frowned like everyone else, only feeling that the air was uncomfortable for her.

Qian Nawei looked up and looked around, not far away, just a few peasant women came home from late work, and when they passed by, they all covered their mouths and coughed violently.

From the sound of coughing, Qian Nawei could hear that these peasant women all had heavy phlegm.

Did you have pneumonia?

Qian Nawei was a little worried, and was about to go over to ask, but Qian Fei'er, who was squinting, stopped her.

Looking at her kind cousin, Qian Fei'er smiled.

"It's just a simple cold, they'll go to the doctor, let's go back to the academy early, we have to get up early tomorrow morning to hurry, it's so late."

Qian Nawei looked up, and felt right, so she nodded in agreement.

Everyone returned to Shrek Academy and went back to their rooms.

Qian Nawei separated from everyone and returned to the girls' dormitory No. 2, and as soon as she entered the door, she greeted Linglu, who she hadn't seen for two nights.

"Hi Suzulu, good evening."

"Good evening, ahem—" Linglu coughed violently twice, sluggish and pale.

After saying hello to Qiannawei, Linglu took out the paper, put it in front of her nose, and blew it out with a lot of strength, blowing out a lump of sticky yellow snot.

She opened her mouth and took a few breaths of air, as if she was suffocating.

When she noticed something unusual, she hurriedly walked to Linglu (shēn) and asked with concern, "What's wrong?" Uncomfortable? ”

The dull hair on Suzulu's head was zero, and her face was listless.

"I went to Soto City for breakfast this morning, and when I came back, I don't know if it was a cold or a fever."

Cold and fever?

Qian Nawei frowned, and put one hand on Linglu's shoulder.

The healing caused the faint golden light of the martial soul to cover Ling Lu, and Ling Lu's face was restored, and her face became more and more ruddy.

With a few hard inhalations of air, Suzuro only felt refreshed, as if she had all the strength of the whole (shēn).

With a movement of her arm, she prepared to take a shower.

Seeing Linglu recover her health, Qian Nawei breathed a sigh of relief in her heart, and then, she asked Linglu inadvertently.

"What about Ling Lu, Zi Jin and the four Mo sisters? How about these two? ”

Linglu turned around, as if she suddenly remembered something, and the dull hair on her head moved, and replied, "Oh, when I think about it, they seem to have a cold too, and they are all lying (chuáng)." ”

"All colds?"

Qian Nawei's willow brows furrowed even deeper, and when she thought of the peasant women who coughed violently at night, she thought of a terrible possibility.

Could it be a ......

Her eyes flickered, and she asked Linglu again.

"Do they all have the same symptoms as you? What about a few teachers from the academy and Tang Sanwu and a group of them? ”

Suzulu touched her chin with her index finger, her eyes upwards as if in recollection.

After two seconds, she turned her gaze back and replied in the affirmative.

"The teachers of the academy and Tang San all have colds, and the symptoms are almost exactly the same, they are all violent coughs and thick phlegm."

What the?!

Qian Nawei was startled and stood up from the side of the sitting (chuáng) in a hurry.

Originally, Qian Nawei was just suspicious, but now, after receiving Linglu's answer, she is completely sure that this is a - infectious disease!

In any country, in any era, the plague is one of the most important causes of the sharp decline in the population, even in the world's great wars, there is no comparison.

Qian Nawei has read the information before, the famous Black Death in medieval Europe once caused the entire European population to plummet by more than one-third!

And if the infectious disease is not well controlled, a large-scale plague will be formed.

After instructing Linglu not to drink cold water, Qian Nawei walked out of the door and quickly came to the girls' dormitory No. 3 where Zijin was.

Just like Linglu, Zijin sat on the (chuáng) of the dormitory, opening her mouth to breathe from time to time, her nose was completely blocked, and she was uncomfortable.

At this moment, this noisy and lively double-ponytail girl in Ping (rì) has no energy at all, she is languishing, and she can't even enter the cultivation of meditation.

Qian Nawei knocked on the door and entered, came to Zijin (shēn), put her right hand on her shoulder, and helped with the treatment.

A faint golden light covered Zijin, and the disease on Zijin (shēn) quickly improved.

"Ah, that's great! I'm recovered! Zi Jin happily collapsed from (chuáng) and almost hugged Qian Nawei and kissed her.

Stopping Zi Jin, who was excited about recovering her health, Qian Nawei smiled, and still told her not to drink raw water, and then turned her head to look at Meng Yi.

Previously, Meng was still placed in the same dormitory as Zijin, and Qian Fei'er had a lot of considerations when she went to the Pig Clan's Lair (xué), so she didn't bring Meng Yi with her.

At this moment, Meng is still in the same state as Zijin and Linglu before, both of whom are coughing violently and contracting diseases.

Qian Nawei cured her, and after some advice, she walked out of the dormitory and closed the door.

Glancing at the empty campus, Qian Nawei did not walk directly to the Mo sisters' dormitory next to her this time, but walked to the room where Qian Fei'er was.

It's possible that everyone is infected, and it won't work like this, so it's better to ......

Thinking like this in her heart, Qian Nawei quickened her pace.

Quickly came to the room where Qian Fei'er was, Qian Nawei raised two fingers and knocked on the door three times.

"Tuk Tuk"

"Sister Fei'er, are you there?"

In terms of age, Qianfeier and Qianfeier are basically the same, but in the birth (rì) period, Qianfeier was born a week prematurely.

"Yes, is it Naphthalene? What's the matter? I'll be out right away. ”