Walking on the road to the village, I found that the houses on both sides of the road were intact, but the doors were closed, and not even the windows were opened, and the whole village was filled with an eerie silence, or dead silence.

Mu Feng didn't knock on the door, but directly spread his divine sense and poked into the houses on both sides, but when he saw the situation in the house, he couldn't help but change his face.

There was no life in the house, only two decomposing corpses, which were already covered with maggots, which made people feel disgusting, but that was not what made Mu Feng frown.

Around the corpse, the pale yellow aura of death was even stronger, and it was slowly drifting, and the pale yellow mist, although it was drifting, the pale yellow mist that permeated the corpse did not decrease because of this.

It was only because this corpse was the source of the pale yellow mist that the pale yellow mist full of the aura of death emanated from this corpse and drifted into the air to form the scene that Mu Feng had seen before.

Mu Feng took a deep breath, his face was already as cold as ice, although he had only seen two corpses, but this already showed that the situation here was not naturally generated, but man-made.

It is normal for people to die, but whenever it is a normal death, although there will be a breath of death wafting out, but in the breath of death, there will be no strong resentment, and this body is obviously dead for not a day or two, but no one is buried, how to say that there are hundreds of people in this village, why no one will bury it, there is only one reason, that is, other people are also too busy to take care of themselves, here, there is only one situation where they are too busy to take care of themselves, and that is death.

A good village, but there is a situation where a large number of villagers have died, and the fool knows that this is not normal.

Mu Feng stopped in place, did not continue to move forward, but suddenly closed his eyes, his divine sense dispersed, he no longer had the heart to move forward step by step, nor did he have the patience to investigate one by one, his divine sense enveloped the entire village, directly into every house.

This time, Mu Feng not only found dead people, but also found living people, but in this village of hundreds of families, there are only a few dozen living people left, even so, they are not far from death.

Those who are still alive, not so much alive, but rather lingering, their whole body, no part is complete, they are already covered with blisters, where the blisters are broken, yellow pus is constantly flowing down, the situation on everyone's body is similar, but there are light and heavy, it is shocking to see.

"Is it the plague?"

After seeing the situation on their bodies, Mu Feng couldn't help but wonder, the situation of these people was very similar to the plague, but it felt a little wrong

The plague can kill the entire village, and it will also form a strong resentment, but at that time, it was the resentment that was far greater than the death breath, and now the situation is the opposite, it is the death breath that is far greater than the resentment, which is a bit strange.

And at this moment, Mu Feng's expression suddenly moved, and in his divine sense, a person suddenly appeared, a young monk, coming from the other end of the village.

The young man was a monk in the early days of Jindan, but his face was not very good-looking, very heavy, very sad, and there was a large wooden barrel in his hand, and there were bursts of mist floating out of the barrel, as if it were boiling water.

And Mu Feng can feel that the aura in this bucket, although it is not very rich, but it is already good, the liquid in the bucket, if it is drunk by mortals, can not live forever, it can definitely prolong life, seeing the young man's expression and this bucket, Mu Feng seems to understand something.

Mu Feng did not act immediately, but observed the young man's every move, only to see that after the young man entered the village, he came to the door of a house very familiarly, and after knocking on the door a few times, the door was opened, revealing a person with blisters on his face, although he could not see the appearance of this person clearly, but he could still tell that he was a middle-aged man.

After the young man saw this person, not only did he not have the slightest look of disgust on his face, but a look of grief, he forced a laugh, and said, "Uncle Zhang, I have brought you medicine!" After speaking, he scooped out a bowl of emerald green medicine from the wooden barrel and handed it to the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man didn't take it immediately, but sighed: "Qiangzi, you don't care about us, we have no hope of a cure like this, you better get out of here quickly, otherwise, if you continue like this, you will become like us!"

The young man named Qiangzi shook his head without any hesitation, and said: "Uncle Zhang, what are you talking about, if it weren't for the villagers, there would be no Qiangzi, now that you are in trouble, how can I leave, no matter what, I will not give up!"

"Alas, why do you bother!"

Qiang Ziqiang laughed and said: "Uncle Zhang, you can recuperate with peace of mind, I will definitely find a solution, you can drink the medicine first, and I will send medicine to Brother Niu and them!"

The middle-aged man sighed and didn't say more, he had already said this more than once, but the young man still came as always, although he couldn't bear it, but there was no way.

After taking the bowl of liquid medicine and taking it, when he looked at Qiangzi again, he found that behind Qiangzi, a young man was coming slowly, which surprised him and said, "Little brother, you can't stay here......"

Before his words fell, Qiangzi looked back in surprise, and when he saw the comer, his face was even more surprised, but he quickly reacted, bowed to the comer, and said, "Senior Zhang Qiang, I have seen the senior!"

Seeing Zhang Qiang like this, the middle-aged man was even more surprised, he knew Zhang Qiang's identity very well, he was an immortal, and the person he called his predecessor was of course also an immortal, and he was still an immortal stronger than Zhang Qiang.

Mu Feng slowly came to Zhang Qiang and said lightly: "No need to be polite, I want to know what happened here, how did it become like this?"

Zhang Qiang showed a trace of bitterness on his face, and said respectfully: "Senior, this place is adjacent to the Demon Beast Mountain Range, although there are many demon beasts there, they never leave the mountain range, but a few months ago, from the Demon Beast Mountain Range, a plague fly appeared!"

"Pestilence flies!"

Mu Feng's expression changed, and then, after glancing at the middle-aged man at the door, he finally understood why this place had become like this.

The plague fly can be said to be a notorious demon beast, almost the same as ordinary flies, but where the plague flies pass, there will be a large-scale outbreak of plague, and the people infected with the plague will not only die slowly, but also after the person dies, it will continue to overflow with a strong resentment of the breath of death, and this breath of death is the best food for the plague fly.

After the plague flies absorb enough death breath, they will continue to advance, and as their realm increases, the plague in their bodies will gradually change, gradually changing in the direction of death qi, and when they reach the primordial infant stage, the death qi in their bodies is already relatively pure.

Although the amount of death qi bred by the plague flies is very small, only a trace, this relatively pure trace of death qi is the favorite of some demon monks, so they will extract these death qi from the body of the plague flies and fuse them into their own demonic qi for the purpose of increasing their strength.

Because of the characteristics of plague flies, as long as the plague flies appear, they will be killed by everyone, and they will not be allowed to spread in a large area, but it is also the characteristics of plague flies that make some ruthless demon monks keep them in captivity, let them spread the plague, condense the breath of death in the body, and then collect it for their own use.

Thinking of this, Mu Feng's heart became heavier and heavier, if these plague flies appeared naturally, it would be nothing, but if someone was in captivity, then things would not be simple.

"The plague flies emerged from the Demon Beast Mountain Range, so is there any plague in the Demon Beast Mountain Range?"

Hearing this, Zhang Qiang shook his head and said: "Every time the plague flies appear, they will be at night, and before dawn, they will return to the Demon Beast Mountain Range, and the direction they go to is the depths of the Demon Beast Mountain Range, and the younger generations have also entered the Demon Beast Mountain Range, but they only stayed on the periphery for a while, and they have no ability to enter the depths of the Mountain Range, but they have not found any plague occurring!"

"Look, someone really did it on purpose!"

A cold light flashed in Mu Feng's eyes, it was the monk who was cultivating with the life of mortals, Mu Feng couldn't tolerate such a thing, and moreover, in this cruel way.

"Isn't there a monk here who has found out?"

Zhang Qiang smiled bitterly and said: "The junior master's sect is the Muling Gate thousands of miles away, when the disciple learned about the matter here, he also asked the master for help, but was refused, at that time, the sect master only said one sentence, we have no ability to manage this matter!"

Mu Feng's eyes shrank, then he glanced at Zhang Qiang deeply, and said, "Then why do you still come here and refine spiritual liquid for them!"

Zhang Qiang glanced back at the middle-aged man, but there was a smile on his face, and said: "This is my Zhang Qiang's home, every villager here is my benefactor, I Zhang Qiang is an orphan, I grew up eating hundreds of meals in this village, if there is no them, there is no me Zhang Qiang, although my strength is low, but I can't watch them die!"

Mu Feng nodded, his eyes were full of appreciation, he was grateful, and he said it simply, but there were a few people who could really do it.

"Is there only one village here?"

"Within a radius of dozens of miles, there are still several villages, some villages are no longer empty, a little better like here, although there are still some people alive, but they don't have much time, they can only die slowly in pain, although the younger generations have to refine some medicinal liquid for them every day, but it is only to relieve their pain, it has no effect at all!"

Speaking of this, Zhang Qiang's face was full of pain, which was the pain of watching his relatives die, but he couldn't do anything about it.

Mu Feng suddenly changed his words and said, "How far is the nearest city from here, and how long will it take you to get there?"

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