Seven days later.

East of Yan'an City, Changyi Town.

The town of Tsunegi was originally an abandoned granary, and it covers a wide area far from the city.

It was requisitioned by the government three days ago and temporarily changed to an epidemic isolation area.

From a distance, this town looks like a simple earthen house.

Early that morning, Ye Mu and several other innkeepers were pulled here by an ox cart.

The servants who carried them off the ox cart were all fully armed, and a special mask was attached to their mouth and nose.

For days on end, they had seen enough of the horror scenes.

At this moment, when I saw such a white-haired man with an extraordinary temperament and appearance, I didn't show any special expression—of course, most of their faces were also covered; But even their eyes were numb.

About five days ago, patients with similar symptoms appeared in all major hospitals in Yan'an City: evil lurking in the stomach and burning blood; Splitting headache and chills in the four bodies; Blurred vision, spots on the back.

Doctors usually think that it is caused by the summer heat, and they prescribe some common prescriptions such as white tiger and rhino horn cohosh soup.

However, one day, the medicine for relieving heat in Yan'an City was sold out.

Strangely, those who took the medicine did not get better.

It can be seen that this is not an ordinary summer fever disease.

What is even more worrying is that the number of patients suffering from this symptom is increasing.

Three days ago, nearly 100 people in the city had died here.

The government also had to pay attention to it, consulted a number of respected old doctors, and came to the conclusion that Yan'an City suffered from an unknown epidemic, and the epidemic could be transmitted through contact, and it was urgent to isolate the patients.

Ye Mushen vaguely felt that something was wrong seven days ago, but he didn't pay much attention to it, he just thought that he had been pierced by Ling Shang to a fatal acupuncture point.

The symptoms of this headache and dizziness are probably just the sequelae.

Naturally, he would not pay attention to Ling Shang's unreasonable request, and turned around to inquire about the gambling house that Jiang Qingyun frequented.

Three days ago, he finally met Jiang Qingyun at the gaming table.

In the last game, Ye Mushen has already won a lot of money; There is only one game left to win Yingxiao back.

But before the start, his chest was full of blood, and he didn't hold back and spit a mouthful of blood on the table.

There was also a Jianghu Langzhong who was watching, who took the pulse for him, and was so shocked that he took three steps back.

- The pulse of the night ginseng is no different from those who have an unknown epidemic.

Now, no one cares about winning or losing the final game anymore - no one will lose their lives for the excitement.

The onlookers were noisy and shouted for Jiang Qingyun to send his men to isolate him.

Ye Mushen knew that after being isolated, he could only wait for death.

He's just a stranger, and no one cares about his life.

But he himself cared; He promised to return in three months—he would not and could not break his word.

It took a lot of effort to escape the pursuit of the Jiang Mansion's soldiers, and Ye Mushen did not feel too obvious discomfort.

Two days later, he went to look for Yan Huan, but the grandfather and grandson disappeared as if out of thin air, and there was no trace of them.

The plague had been thoroughly exposed to him the night before.

And the inn's junior second also discovered the guest's abnormality, and secretly sued the official early in the morning, so that the scourge could be carried out.

Before that, Xiao Er didn't forget to scavenge some gold and silver from Ye Mushen's luggage.

After all, it is the stuff of the dying man, and if you don't take it for nothing, you won't take it.

Xiao Er was illiterate, and when he saw Zhou Yinchen's letter, he sprinkled a few pieces of letterhead, and couldn't help but look at the handsome man who got up from a distance.

He guessed that this might be the guest officer's sweetheart.