Pestilence!

Qing Yi could only think of these two words, if it was really a plague, then the entire Qinglong City would face an unpredictable and huge challenge.

That night, Qing Yi wrote a letter to the Holy Doctor Valley, asking for help.

Not long after the letter was delivered, the Third Elder Chang Yue and the Fourth Elder Chang Liang of the Holy Medicine Valley came to Qinglong City.

Although Qing Yi was already very sure that this disaster was a plague, he was still not sure that the judgment of the Third Elder and the Fourth Elder was also a plague.

Qing Yi's heart suddenly cooled, this is a plague, it is an invisible demon that kills people, if it is not controlled as soon as possible, the consequences are unimaginable, it is like a wildfire out of control, spreading wantonly under the help of the wind, if the fire is not put out in time, the entire Qinglong City will be turned into ashes.

Qing Yi didn't sleep a peaceful scream during that time, and after staying up all night after night, Qing Yi's eyes also had problems, and his eyes were bloodshot, because he used his eyes too much, he had a hard time seeing everything, and when the wind blew, his eyes would burst into tears.

Huangtian lived up to his wishes, and with the help of the third elder Chang Yue and the fourth elder Chang Liang, the originally messy things finally came to an eyebrow.

The previous deceased were not unconnected, they were actually related, these people had different statuses, different identities, no contacts, no connections, but they had all been to the same place, Pure Water Village.

When he heard the whole name, Qing Yi felt a little familiar, but he couldn't remember when he had heard it.

Now that he knows the connection in this, then this Pure Water Village is very likely to be the root cause of the entire plague outbreak, Qing Yi did not dare to delay, and immediately summoned all the deacons to investigate.

Pure Water Village is a small village on the very edge of Qinglong City, located in the mountains, relatively remote, but it is also the only place to go to Qinglong City.

The first deceased once went out of the city to visit relatives, and when he returned to the city, he would pass through the village of Pure Water, and the second deceased would inevitably pass through the village when he returned to the city to do business.

Jishan Village, where all the villagers died, was built along the stream, and the source of this stream is the village of Pure Water.

All kinds of results show that the clean water village is inseparable from the outbreak of this plague, and if you want to solve the problem, the clean water village must go.

When Qing Yi went to Pure Water Village, there were only a few collapsed thatched houses in Pure Water Village, overgrown with weeds, uninhabited, and extremely desolate, and it seemed that no one had lived in it for a long time.

In fact, Qing Yi can't remember if anyone has lived here, as the lord of a city, he neglected to understand his own city people, which in itself is his responsibility as the city lord, Qing Yi secretly decided that after this catastrophe, he must be more diligent, walk around the city more, and get to know his city citizens up close.

The investigation has made great progress, but the plague has not stopped the pace of spreading, Qing Yi's efforts during this time are only to know the source of the plague, but he does not know where the plague comes from, let alone how to stop the spread of the plague, and even the formula for treatment is not yet half clueless.

The third elder Chang Yue and the fourth elder Chang Liang had been in retreat for several days to develop a prescription, and Qing Yi could not do anything but watch the city's citizens fall one after another, except to isolate them, Qing Yi was helpless.

Every day passed extremely painfully, like a sharp knife, cutting the flesh of his heart little by little.

This was the darkest day in Qinglong City, and the entire Qinglong City was shrouded in an eerie and terrifying atmosphere, with no hope or light in sight.

There are fewer and fewer people traveling, and there are even many times when the whole street is empty, and the shops on the street are closed one after another.

The shop is closed, no one goes out, and the already lifeless Qinglong City is like a pool of clear water, if it does not flow for a long time, it will one day become a pool of stagnant water, which will break down from the inside, emitting a disgusting stench.

The city lord Qing Yi lost a lot of weight, people died every day, some families were shattered, Qing Yi could only watch them die, watching Qinglong City in chaos, encouraging and comforting words that even he felt tired and tired, he could only pray, hurry up, hurry up, and the recipe for treating the plague was quickly developed.

Qing Yi ran around the streets and alleys of Qinglong City every day, attending one funeral after another, watching one fresh life after another turn into a handful of loess, he couldn't do anything, he could only watch the family of the deceased cry hoarsely, and he, even a few words of comfort, seemed so pale and powerless.

One of the things that Qing Yi remembered the most was that at a funeral ceremony, a five-year-old boy pulled his hundred and asked: "Lord of the city, they said that my father died, and the next one would be me, because we are a family, but I don't understand that life is called death, I asked my mother what death is, my mother said, death is, after I fall asleep tonight, I will have a long, long dream, and then I can't wake up, I can't fall asleep, because I promised Xiaomei that I will play with her, so I haven't dared to fall asleep."

But I'm really sleepy, didn't the master say that obedient children are the best, you said that if I was obedient, would I not die, so I don't want to sleep all the time. ”

Qing Yi listened to the child's words at that time, his eyes were moist, even a five-year-old child, he had already smelled the breath of death, Qinglong City, is there really no future?

Half a moon passed, and in a creaking sound, Qing Yi seemed to see the light of hope.

The creaking of the door, like a clarion call for victory, awakened his parched heart, the most beautiful sound he had ever heard.

The two old men with unkempt hair, dirty clothes, and even some stinking smells walked away, and Qing Yi came to them in three steps and two steps, wanting to ask, but he couldn't say a neat word in a trembling voice.

"It worked!"

The voice of the three elders rang out, but was still loud.

Qing Yi looked at the Fourth Elder Chang Liang in disbelief, and the Fourth Elder also nodded at him and said, "That's right, it's successful!" Qinglong City is saved! ”

Qing Yi burst into tears in an instant.

The catastrophe of Qinglong City has finally come to an end, but the people of Qinglong City have lost nearly one-third, which is more violent and cruel than a war, and there are many more orphans and widowers.

Qing Yi looked at the desolate Qinglong City like a ruined wall, the Qinglong City, which had mixed flavors and a lot of vitality, was no longer prosperous, but it was easy to believe that after this catastrophe, the citizens of Qinglong City would be more united, work harder, and love life more, and in the near future, Qinglong City would be thriving and prosperous, and he had the confidence to do it.

Qing Yi always believes that after the disaster, Qinglong City will become stronger and more united, because they are all people who share life and death and hardships, even if they are not connected by blood, they can also be together.

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