Ling Shang gathered his shirt and walked down the mountain, and Ye Mushen sighed lightly and followed.

The plague in Yan'an City has not eased so far.

Because no one knows what the source of the epidemic is, the prescription is even more a mystery.

Even though Ye Mushen had previously sent the second prince a complete set of detailed and perfect plans, the reality always failed to catch up with the ideal pace.

Now, the epidemic control in Yan'an City is limited to weakening the trend of spread.

And those civilians who unfortunately fell ill still could not escape the fate of suffering to death, and then cremated to ashes.

Ling Shang knew what Ye Mu Shen wanted.

Lately, I've always been secretly wondering: Why does this guy want all the things that seem unnecessary to him?

Ye Mu ginseng only hated Ling Shang's personality more and more.

Everything was stuffed in his stomach, and he looked bitter and hateful, as if he had done something bad to him......

It's clear that you just want to make yourself feel indebted to him, right?

Ye Mu Ginseng simply hated this sticky emotion.

He may owe Ling Shang a lot of favors, but he can't and is unwilling to repay him with his feelings.

No, he didn't want to make up for the debt to Ling Shang at all.

Ye Mu has seen Ling Shang's dirtiness and sickness, and also knows his paranoia and cruelty.

The nature of the country is easy to change, and it is never empty talk.

Ling Shang had concealed his true identity from him at the beginning, and of course he would hide more things from him.

Ling Shang could let himself be plagued by nightmares for half a year, and of course he did even more outrageous things.

Ling Shang had wantonly trampled on his dignity and brutally hurt Ye Mujing, but of course he would not respect him from the bottom of his heart, let alone treat the people he cared about.

……

Could it be that just because Ling Shang was obsessed with his fanatical and weak and humble feelings, he had to pity him and accept him?

Ye Mu Shen looked down on such a Ling Shang in his heart.

What is this guy's brother?

Why can't you restrain your feelings?

Doesn't the rational and wise Hou Ye understand this truth?

But Ye Mushen only complained about Ling Shang in his heart.

Beech and maple trees line the side of the trail in a lush greenery, and the steps are stacked with fallen leaves.

The sunlight shines through the dense green leaves, reflecting an emerald glow.

The uninhabited mountain road is particularly quiet, and the silent guy next to him gives people a sense of unreality.

Ye Mushen didn't want Ling Shang to be stimulated by his words again.

Ling Shang is clearly not a vulnerable person.

Ye Mushen still remembers that he once slaughtered a terrifying giant snake with his bare hands.

But in front of him, this person seems to be getting weaker and weaker day by day.

Didn't you just say a few unkind words......

Ye Mushen wanted to open his mouth several times, but because of such and such concerns, he swallowed the words back into his stomach.

The ramp gradually became gentle, and the two of them had reached the bottom of the mountain.

The line of sight widened, and there were no shades of trees overhead.

Under the blue sky, not far away is an unpretentious small arched bridge.

Under the bridge is a babbling river, and there are several white water lilies floating on the water.

Ye Mushen followed behind Ling Shang, feeling that he really didn't know what to say to him, and felt that there were still a thousand words unspoken.

After crossing the arched bridge, there are crowded and lively streets in a few steps.

This kind of excitement is not commensurate with the vibrancy of summer.

With each step forward, the smell of heaviness and decay became stronger.

Ling Shang finally stopped.

He stared at a Taoist in a special isolation suit.

In the arms of the Taoist was a girl who had just died.