Alas, the unceasing wailing of the people on the earth seemed to emanate a long cry of sorrow from their souls.

"Hey, we, we, cough cough, terminally ill, all over our bodies, all over our bodies are rotten like this, staying at home is also waiting for death, and it will affect the family, or, let's come out early and give the family some chance to live!"

The endless desolate words forced Su Xiao's wrists to shake.

Behind him, Zhao Zhaowu turned over and dismounted, and had already walked over.

"How's it going? What is the cure for this plague?"

Su Xiao felt that her whole body was frozen for a moment, she had participated in wars of all sizes, and she had seen many bloody scenes, but she had never seen this kind of extreme pull of morality and conscience, which was really enough to make people crazy.

"We don't know yet, but the epidemic here is spreading so badly that everyone is full of the will to die, and they have long lost the consciousness of life."

Hearing this, Zhao Zhaowu also glanced at the dirty street, and his eyes sank lightly.

"Someone! Drag these wounded to the deserted temple in the south of the city, isolate them, and let the casual imperial physician diagnose and treat those who have not yet contracted the epidemic, and open the granary and give porridge!"

As soon as the order was given, the soldiers behind him moved one after another, and Zhao Zhaowu's long arm moved, pulling Su Xiao aside.

"What? Does this scare you?"

Su Xiao's face was too ugly now, pale as a dead man, without any temperature.

"No, it's just the first time I've seen such a tragic scene."

The corners of Zhao Zhaowu's mouth twitched, it was the first time he had seen such a bloody scene.

The little girl's thin body and the wailing behind her seemed to be more and more faint, and the breeze blew, and it seemed that she was still trembling slightly.

The corners of his mouth sighed lightly, and with a wave of his long arm, he hugged her waist fiercely, "Don't be afraid, I'm alone here."

Xu was shocked by the scene in front of him, but Su Xiao was not in a hurry to pull out, only trembling for a while, not making a sound.

In the distance, a tall figure, sitting on a war horse, was staring at this place for a moment.

Hearing that Zhao Zhaowu was going to bring troops to Shanxi in the end, Song Zeyi felt very relieved, and finally followed him on horseback.

Who would have thought that as soon as he stepped into the city of Shanxi, he saw such a scene, which hit the soul.

There was a dense pain in his heart, and it was sour, almost trying to extinguish Song Zeyi's whole person.

Song Zeyi pulled the corners of his mouth self-deprecatingly, grabbed the reins in his hand, and walked towards the abandoned temple in the south of the city.

In the distance, Zhao Zhaowu and Su Xiao didn't notice it for half a minute.

"Okay, the people in the south of the city are still waiting for you, this disease is dangerous, even if you can't cure it, Lone will not cure your sin."

A few gentle and gentle words really don't seem like words coming out of the mouth of a prince who kills people without blinking.

"You, are you coaxing me?"

Su Xiao is not a fool, he can hear the clues.

Zhao Zhaowu also made no secret of it, and the corners of his mouth hooked the arc of the evil spirit.

"Yes, Lone is indeed coaxing you."

With a light and faint sentence, Su Xiao clearly knew his intentions.

Sheng Sheng suppressed the little fear in his heart and pulled out his body slightly.

"His Royal Highness the Crown Prince said that he laughed, I can't stand it."

After that, Su Xiao didn't look back, and walked towards the temple step by step.

Although I was a little shocked and flustered just now, I have completely adapted to it now.

Su Xiao was still thinking about a rare illness in her heart, she had never seen such a dangerous disease in her medical practice for so many years, according to the observation just now, it should be that after being infected, she was red all over, and then her whole body ulcerated, she couldn't eat, and finally she could only wait for death.

Over there, Song Zeyi had already arrived at the temple first, there was a wail here, there were some ulcers on the patient's body, and flies and insects were flying everywhere, like purgatory on earth.

Sharp-eyed people recognized Song Zeyi.

"Lord Song, why did you come to Shanxi?"

Song Zeyi tied a handkerchief around his mouth, and only a pair of eyes showed a sharp arc.

"What's going on with those soldiers?"

Not far away, a soldier was shouting around a sick man, and the voice of grief made people's hearts tremble.

"That man is his mother."

With just this sentence, the two of them knew it in their hearts and didn't say anything again.

In this world, there are always some things that you can't decide, and you can only watch some beautiful and precious things gradually flow away and become the past tense of life.

Song Zeyi withdrew his eyes, "Is there any way to temporarily suppress this disease?"

The emperor is obviously crazy, and this time he brought it to the prince, but there are only a dozen people, or a group of waste people who have not studied anything, and they are now hiding in the house and sighing.

"No, at the moment, there is no way to suppress the plague."

In a word, it is like the final judgment, and the lives of the people on the earth at this moment are like a precarious string, completely shattered.

The huge wail is like a hand stretched out in the abyss waiting for rescue, as if it can be caught, but it also seems that it can't be caught, which is really devastating.

Song Zeyi knew that he couldn't help much, so he turned around and walked out.

Outside, the soldiers moved quickly, and had already set up the soup kitchen.

"Mother, mother, ah, mother!"

In a frenzied crowd, a little girl fell to the ground, her clothes were already stained with dust, and she cried wow, and her immature voice was buried by the dust.

Song Zeyi frowned, stepped forward and hugged the little girl.

"Little girl, where is your mother?"

"Mother, mother, mother, sick, can't speak, she, she was pulled away, I want mother, mother."

The most immature voice tells the saddest and most helpless thing in the world.

Song Zeyi's heart was filled with sadness, he got up and wrapped the little girl in his arms, "Uncle will take you to eat something!"

"Young master!" Behind him, the bamboo shadow ran over with an arrow.

"Young master, you came here, why didn't you tell your subordinates, or your subordinates found out and ran over."

Seeing Bamboo Shadow, Song Zeyi was also very surprised, it was too dangerous here, and it was very likely that he would be sick and buried here, this was his own decision, and he didn't want Bamboo Shadow to be in danger with him.

"My dad asked you to come?"

The bamboo shadow suppressed the expression on his face, showing a serious expression, "The master knew that I was coming, and he didn't stop him."

"You shouldn't have come." , Song Zeyi stiffened his face and threw out such a sentence suddenly.

Zhuying hooked the corners of his mouth and laughed straight, "The subordinates follow the young master and never abandon each other."

Song Zeyi hugged the little girl in his arms to Zhuying, "You take her to the porridge shop to order something to eat, feed her, and coax her."

Before the bamboo shadow could make a sound, a small soft ball was thrown into his arms.