The number of people who have flare-ups due to the virus has increased faster than Yang Ming expected.

As of the second night of the virus infection, except for some wealthy businessmen and powerful people who got the news in advance.

The city of Nanqing with a population of more than 100,000 people, of which only a few thousand people were not infected with ja ̄39.

The gray sky, in the pharmacy that was originally overcrowded, was deserted at this time.

There were only a handful of people on the streets.

It is now the third day of the JA ̄39 attack, and Lang Zhong of Nanqing City has no good treatment for this condition.

At that time, I could only prescribe some medicine to treat dizziness and fever, and let the patients go home to sleep and rest, praying that they would be better.

Fortunately, the people who were infected at that time also thought the same way.

Otherwise, at that time, these dizzy and weak people, but there were thousands of people, would have been able to break through the threshold of the pharmacy.

The kind of violent trampling.

Of course, when they went home to sleep on the first day and woke up the next day to find that they were still faint and had a high fever, these people also gathered to make trouble.

But when is it?

As the capital of Shenglong, Yulong is occupied by players from the other world, and the Southern Qing Dynasty is hundreds of kilometers away.

The whole city is under martial law!

How could Wen Yongning endure such a riot, and immediately ordered the soldiers in the city to suppress it.

It's just that this repression is naturally rarely touched......

"How many are there?" In the city lord's mansion, the city lord looked at the faces of his subordinates, gloomy and terrifying.

As an old man who has been with the city lord for a long time, he clearly understands that this is the most angry time the city lord has been in years.

Now there is only one ignition point left, and the city lord can explode!

Although he didn't want to say it, the city lord asked, and he could only bite the bullet.

"More than 100,000 people have become ill."

"More than 100,000 people?!" Hearing this, the city lord Wencheng's eyes widened, and the whole person stood up directly, and the chair under him fell to the ground.

Almost silent!

The corners of Wen Yongning's mouth twitched slightly, and he gritted his teeth and spoke again.

"How many exactly?"

"Hiss~"

Hearing this, his subordinates quietly took a breath of cool air, and their hearts were bitter.

"Eight thousand, more than three hundred dead, but those were beggars from the city.

I don't usually have much to eat, but this time I'm sick and there is no one on the street, and there is no place to beg for food."

「?」 Wen Yongning muttered a sentence in his mouth, and then suddenly shook his head and laughed.

It's just this smile, but it makes the subordinates behind him feel a chill in their hearts.

Then he heard the voice of the lord of the city again.

"The entire Southern Qing Dynasty has 163,000 people! You're telling me now that there are thousands of people left who don't get sick!

How many rich businessmen and how many powerful people are there!

The dragon is gone, and with the marching speed of those otherworldly players, it can hit us in the face in one day, you know?!"

The last sentence of the city lord almost roared, and at that time, he didn't know when to turn around and tightly grasp the collar of his subordinates.

Hung him in the air and lifted him up.

The city lord of Wen has long lived up to his predecessor, and Yang Ming was in the small courtyard, and he saw the appearance of talking.

At this time, the lord of Wencheng had red eyes, and his hair was as messy as a cockscomb, and if he looked closely, he could find that there was eye feces between his eyes.

The subordinates didn't dare to talk back, so they could only silently continue to narrate.

"If we continue to lock down the city, the food that was previously hoarded in the city can last for nearly a month, and there are more than a dozen wells in the city of water for ......."

Before his subordinates finished speaking, they were suddenly stunned, and the city lord who was grabbing his collar was also stunned.

Then he put his subordinates down, rubbed his eyes, and the whole person recovered.

"Go find someone who doesn't get sick and try it."

The city lord opened his mouth and ordered.

"Yes!" The subordinates answered and quietly retreated.

As if nothing had happened before.

……

In the middle of the city, in front of a well.

With a few sergeants under his command, a man in prison uniform was detained, quietly watching a sergeant pull up a bucket of water.

"Drink it."

The man was uncooperative at first, but after being punched by the sergeant on the side, he was forced down.

Immediately, the two sergeants pulled the man to stand in place, and in the light rain, his subordinates and a dozen people waited quietly.

This man is a death row inmate in the Nanqing Prison, and the more people have been sick in the city in the past few days, even the jailers have become ill.

The prisoners themselves were left unattended, and the jailer became ill and even went without food for a day.

Only then did anyone remember.

More than an hour later.

The subordinates who were waiting quietly in the light rain, Tong Kong suddenly shrank, and hurriedly waved his hand to let the two sergeants who were holding the man retreat.

He muttered, "Someone really poisoned ......."

But I saw the man, who was lying on the ground with his eyes open, but his whole body was red and swollen in many places.

He also coughs from time to time.

"Kill him!"

With a cold wave of his hand, several sergeants raised their knives and stabbed at the man.

After confirming the man's death, his subordinates ordered people to drag him to be burned and walked quickly towards the City Lord's Mansion.

"Are you sure?"

In the City Lord's Mansion, City Lord Wen spoke with a gloomy face, followed by his subordinates who had just returned.

Just sitting next to him, there was the man in the small courtyard before, scolding the old turtle.

"It's confirmed!" The subordinate nodded heavily, "One hour after drinking the well water, the condition is the same as that of the people in the city, someone definitely poisoned the water!"

"Okay!" The city lord slammed the teacup in his hand off the table, making a loud 'bang'!

He looked at the man next to him and said in a deep voice, "Brother Wang, I'm going to ask you to go."

"No problem!" Wang Shuo smiled fiercely and nodded.

"At this time, Nanqing can't do without you, the city lord, and I still understand the overall situation."

"Then thank you, Brother Wang." City Lord Wen barely managed to squeeze out a smile.

It can be seen how much pressure the virus has brought to him this time.

The Sergeants of the City, except for those who are chosen, are not infected because of the practice exercises.

In the entire defenders of Nanqing City, there were only more than 1,000 combatable soldiers left.

What is the use of more than 1,000 people?

Top fart!

Not to mention these thousand people, they are all ordinary people, the kind that have never even practiced martial arts!

In the past few days, the city lord has been worried that the army of players from the other world will drive to the city after he opens his eyes the next time.

By the city wall, there was no beckoning sergeant to open the city gate, and after Wang Shuo said hello to the defenders.

Jumped directly on the city wall a few times, and then went out of Nanqing City.

Quickly find a stream, put your finger on one of them, and put it in your mouth again.

Tong Kong shrank slightly, stood up, and an invisible wave of qi spread out from inside his body.

"Is someone really poisoned, is it an otherworldly player or a neighboring country?"

Wang Shuo muttered, moved his feet, and went straight to its upstream along the stream.

"Someone's coming?"

In the middle of the big river, the dam that has been built on the hydropower station.

Yang Ming raised his eyebrows and muttered, only to see the perspective of the glasses.

A stout man was running upstream along a stream, not hiding his tracks.

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