The black face saw that the capital was in a panic and desolate, the emperor sighed all day long, and Meng Zihao only had a lot of gray hair in half a month.

I was only happy to laugh in the marshal's mansion.

Meng Zihao returned to the Prime Minister's Mansion and was restless, Miss Zhang felt sorry for Meng Zihao, and came up with the idea of asking Meng Zihao to ask for the dustless little fairy.

But Wuchen came and went without a trace, where to find her!

Besides, Wuchen is also a mortal body, and he has not yet officially become an immortal and is in the process of cultivation.

There was a plague in this world, she knew that there was a way to save her, and she would take action, and there must be a reason why she didn't make a move.

So Meng Zihao didn't listen to Miss Zhang's words, but was busy looking for medicinal materials to control the plague.

The plague is getting worse and worse, and this is the best time for the blackface marshal to seize power.

The black-faced marshal used the summoner to summon another disciple of the demon god, and let this disciple turn into an immortal and enter the emperor's dream.

This disciple of the demon god is a locust turned and is good at illusion.

The locust spirit entered the emperor's dream and told the emperor that the only way to save the plague was to ask the blackface marshal. The black-faced marshal knows the immortals, and only he can lift the plague.

The emperor was suspicious, watching a large number of corpses being transported out of the city and burned every day, listening to the painful moans of the concubine on the sickbed from time to time.

The emperor has a heart, and only the dead horse is regarded as a live horse doctor.

The emperor ordered Gonggong Gao to take people to the marshal's mansion to ask to see the black-faced marshal.

The black-faced marshal swaggered for a few days, and finally came to the palace with a Taoist priest, and the Taoist priest pretended to do a ritual and said, "Immortals need strong dark energy to control this plague, so it is necessary to recruit a large number of young men born in the yin period and give them to him as a protector boy to avoid this plague" The Taoist priest asked the emperor to quickly find the young man and send him to the marshal's mansion to eliminate this plague.

The black-faced marshal and the Taoist priest bewitched the public in the palace.

Huang Qing and Boss Lin were staying in a hotel outside Beijing at this time.

Without exception, Boss Lin and several samurai brothers were also infected with the plague, and they had a rash and a high fever that did not go away, and the strange thing was that Huang Qing followed Boss Lin every day but was not infected.

Huang Qing kept taking care of his father-in-law and the samurai, and he was very busy.

But the plague did not get better.

Why, why can't I be infected, is there anything in me that is immune to the plague?

On this day, Huang Qing prepared hot water for Boss Lin to wipe his body, while thinking to himself.

Huang Qing had just boiled the hot water and put it into a wooden barrel, when the spirit jade on his neck suddenly broke and fell into the water.

The spirit jade glows blue in the water, illuminating the entire barrel as blue and translucent as the ocean.

Huang Qing was surprised by Lingyu's aura.

In fact, Huang Qing couldn't remember where this piece of spiritual jade came from, and he didn't know who it was engraved on, but he knew that this piece of jade had always been hanging around his neck, which filled his body with strength.

During this time, Huang Qing was busy taking care of his father-in-law and the warriors, and he had neglected Lingyu for a long time.

Huang Qing scooped up the spiritual jade from the wooden barrel, stroked the name of the spiritual jade engraved on the spiritual jade with his hand, and muttered to himself, "Dustless, dustless, Lingyu, Lingyu, now there is a plague in the capital, and I don't know how many people will die in a day."

My father-in-law and my brothers are sick, what can I do!

If you are a spiritual being, give me some instructions so that I can find a way to save them, and save these poor people. ”

Huang Qing was muttering to himself, and Boss Lin's intermittent moans and calls came from the front room, "Qing'er, Qing'er, where are you, I want to drink water, water——。 ”

Hearing this, Huang Qing hurriedly hung up the spirit jade and walked into Boss Lin's room with a wooden bucket of hot water.

Huang Qing put down the wooden bucket, turned around and poured a glass of water, gently helped Boss Lin up and said, "Father-in-law, drink a glass of water, I'll wipe your body after drinking water, look, I just boiled a bucket of hot water." ”

Boss Lin's body burned like a soldering iron, and his lips were so dry that they were peeling.

Huang Qing fed the water to Boss Lin to drink, and after Boss Lin drank the water, he grabbed Huang Qing's hand and muttered, "Qing'er, it's really hard for you!" I'm afraid I can't do it, I only have one daughter, Feng'er, she is a little willful, but her heart is not bad, I just can't let her go when I leave——。 ”

This Boss Lin is saying his last words, Huang Qing sighed in his heart, and immediately interrupted Boss Lin's words, "Father-in-law thinks too much, Qing'er should take care of you, I think Qing'er lost her memory and was homeless, and it wasn't her father-in-law who took Qing'er in, so that Qing'er had a warm home."

Besides, the father-in-law is blessed with a great life, it must be fine, Qing'er will wipe your body now. ”