A team of 300,000 refugees arrived at the ancient battlefield of Youzhou. The fragrance of these endless blood-red flowers, legend has it that they can lure the dead and extradite their souls to hell.

"Are we going to hell?"

In front of the refugees, there is an endless sea of blood-red flowers, which is bewitching and weird.

Long-term drought, soul-eating ghost moths, enchanting mandosawa and deadly Black Death, these four great curses are the reasons why the ancient state is known as the land of calamity and makes the world dare not set foot in it.

Along the way, Fuzhu led everyone, wondering in their hearts, I don't know who the master deceived the ghost moths of the cannibal soul of Guyouzhou, and they were unimpeded. But after a long journey and lack of food, everyone was already physically and mentally exhausted. Compared with the desolation and strangeness of this ancient battlefield, the burning hunger made the refugees tremble and fear.

"Repair the altar first! Respect heaven and earth, in order to ask the gods for rain, in order to live in Youzhou!"

Isn't the white-gauze girl standing on the dilapidated Youzhou platform on the other half of the ragged platform the same broken pieces that she kept arguing with herself in her dream last night?

"Broken, what are you going to do? Everyone is tired, how can you have the strength to repair Youzhou Terrace?"

"What do you know? Brother Guanyue said that as long as the altar is repaired, he will ask the heavens and the earth for rain, so that the wind and rain here will be smooth and the grains will be abundant!"

“——”

Fuzhu was speechless for a while, it hadn't rained in Guyouzhou for decades, and Guanyue Qilang asked for rain? !

"Help, help, me—"

There were cries for help from the crowd, and Fuzhu followed the sound, only to see several refugees lying on the ground, convulsions, their lips red and swollen, and they kept spitting blood.

"Could this be the legendary Black Death?"

"The Black Death?

The crowd panicked and people moved away.

"Don't be afraid, I can save them!"

Pieces jumped off the Youzhou platform and rushed to the fallen refugees. He took out a leaf from his baggage, chewed it and fed it into the refugee's mouth.

Is this all right? Ukitake was puzzled. It didn't take long for the fallen refugees to miraculously get better!

"Immortal art! This must be the immortal art of Jingyun Temple!"

"Thank you, Fairy Gu!"

The refugees actually fell to their knees.

"Listen, autumn garlic is poisonous. It's not the Black Death, they just ate the poisonous autumn garlic roots!"

It turned out that the mandosawa all over the ground was poisonous, and the refugees were so hungry that they ate the mandosawa raw.

"We also know that autumn garlic is poisonous. But I'm so hungry! It's better to be poisoned by autumn garlic than to starve to death!" Drinking to quench thirst is also forced to be helpless.

"Don't worry! This autumn garlic, you can just eat it in the future. We, in Jingyun Temple, have already prepared an antidote for you! We can cure as many poisons as possible!" "As long as you boil the mandala root and the Heavenly Hell Radix leaf together, you can let the toxins of these two poisons dissolve each other. The world is difficult, and we can only use poison to turn poison into poison. But everyone should pay attention to the strict control of the portion. We'll send someone to teach you. ”

"Thank you Xiangu, long live Xiangu!"

"The fairy aunt has an order, first repair the altar!"

"Yes!"