"Here, Fu Zhiyan, look here."

The ground was empty, and most of the dead servants seemed to be children of poor families or young men, except for a brazier in one corner that seemed to contain an unburned book.

There was something else in the middle of the basin, or something flowing, or some kind of ash, because the room was so dark that it was hard to see.

This book-like thing was mixed in the brazier like this, and Gu Yisheng stepped forward to pick it up.

Fu Zhiyan hurriedly grabbed her.

"Huh? Have you forgotten what I said? It's like when you were in class, with your left ear in and your right ear out. ”

Gu Yisheng looked back and smiled, looking complacent: "Don't worry, the most important thing for girls is the handkerchief, before I left, I thought that the farm should be dirty and messy, so I took a few more, which is convenient for cleaning myself, and it is really sad to see some servants and brothers, so I can sell them for some money." My veil is worth a lot of silver. ”

Fu Zhiyan let go of her sleeves at this time, but she didn't worry about going by herself, so she stretched out her hand, Gu Yisheng raised her eyebrows: "What are you doing?" Fu Gongzi, do you also want to exchange the veil for money? ”

Fu Zhiyan took her handkerchief and glanced sideways at her.

"I'm afraid that you are not good at learning and don't make anything, but you put all the veils on. At that point, you will want to do some useless charity, and you will be gone. ”

He specially bit the words "not good at learning" to remind her that he was her master—a master who was only five years older than her.

"Also, half a red silk and a zhang of silk, they have no place to change it, so it is better to give real money."

Fu Zhiyan patiently corrected.

"Oh."

Whether in her previous life or in this life, she was a noble lady of gold and jade, even if she had dug wild vegetables in Wujiapo, she had never really observed the people's feelings - after all, she was not reduced to such a field in any case in a peaceful and prosperous era.

Who knew that what he experienced in this life would be so different from what he experienced in his previous life.

"Bring me a long and wide handkerchief."

He looked very serious.

"Okay, okay."

Gu Yisheng hurriedly handed it over and said, "Master, please use it." ”

Something seemed to be "squeaking" around it, as if it was some kind of deflated sound.

Fu Zhiyan took the book-like thing steadily and ruthlessly, and carefully wrapped it with a wide handkerchief, and there was no direct contact with any part of his body.

Fu Zhiyan, it seems that something is ringing.

In order to ensure their personal safety, Gu Yisheng immediately expressed his doubts.

Fu Zhiyan listened carefully, and his expression changed, as if he was very frightened - Gu Yisheng had never seen him look like this - he had never fallen into the gunpowder conspiracy in Hewei Horse Farm before.

"Hurry up and don't touch anything."

Fu Zhiyan pulled Gu Yisheng, and the two rushed out of the house.

At this very moment-

There was a sound of "collapse" behind him.

Like the sound of a sheepskin raft bursting, and like the sound of a puffing sugar man cracking an opening.

"A man's body burst open because of improper handling."

In the distance, many slaves rushed out of the manor as if fleeing for their lives, as if ready to find someone to tell of the horrible scene.

"Fu Zhiyan, are you okay?"

Gu Yisheng looked at the man beside him, and the two of them were still out of breath because they stopped running far away from the house.

His eyes were red, his eyes were full of tears, his chest was rising and falling, and he was gasping for breath as if he remembered something painful, and his hands were clutching the branches of the trees beside him so hard that blood was oozing from them.

The wrapped handkerchief revealed a corner of the booklet with the nasty "Venom" on it as he ran wildly.

He looked at his hand that had accidentally touched the "Venom", and looked as if his whole soul had been hollowed out by something.

"You're bleeding, Fu Zhiyan."

She tried to look at his hand, but he stopped her.

"Don't come here, don't touch me."

He avoided her.

"What's wrong, what's going on?"

Gu Yisheng looked at Fu Zhiyan suspiciously.

"It's ...... Contagious ...... Pestilence. ”

The book in the handkerchief, with a few words written as the title, is "The Incurable Plague Sick in the Suburbs of Pingning, Chang'an".

Plagues, thousands of dead bodies, corpse explosions, fires......

For him, it is sealed in the depths of memory, the few vague nightmares of his childhood.

Before he was adopted by the Fu family, he was just a country boy.

When he was six years old.

At that time, he was ignorant, an orphan who didn't know who his real parents were—in his eyes, he didn't even have a concept of Ayea.

He was driven and used like cattle and horses in the countryside, herding sheep and plowing the land every day, and sometimes receiving several whips for poor work.

He was so desperate that he once lost a few sheep in a heavy rain, and after being beaten so badly that he started a fever indiscriminately, after which the family saw that he was half dead and stopped calling him, but left him to fend for himself on a weedy slope behind him.

The uncles and aunts nearby saw that he was really pitiful, so they built a shed for him to shelter from the wind and rain - everyone was really living in difficulty, and at that time there was a war, where could there be money to spend money on medical treatment for a strange wild child? This baby can live for a few days.

He relied on the weeds in the back mountain to survive for a few days, but he didn't expect that not only did he not die, but he was cured of his illness.

But all the people in the village were sick with some kind of disease, and every day they could hear the sound of coughing and wailing in all directions.

The fever does not subside, the corpses are everywhere, and the people who died because of this strange thing are almost as many as the number of kings and soldiers who fought fiercely on the frontier.

There was blood all around, red and blackened pus, bodily fluids that flowed from the shattered corpses, and the stench of the excrement of poultry and livestock roaming around in the uncleaned agricultural pens.

People are dying every day.

It's worse than the Yama Palace.

The good news is that Fu Zhiyan was only hungry for a few days before he was taken away by a small medical officer surnamed Fu - that is, his adoptive father, who had worked hard to raise him from the age of six to the current nineteen.

The bad news is that the whole village was eventually reduced to ashes - both the good guys and the bad guys, who helped him and who beat him up, were all burned clean by the flames.

He vividly remembered that if he accidentally touched the relics of those who died of the plague or the "venom" around them, he was at risk of falling ill.

So will he be ...... now?

He couldn't let Gu Yisheng get hurt.

"Ah Sheng, listen, this harmful disease is a plague, and you should not touch any suspicious objects in the next moment, including me. Surely those men have fled from this place, and have been instructed by the man in the shadows to do something wrong. Our only goal now is to gather enough evidence to find out who set it up. I will always be with you until I succeed. ”

The situation is treacherous, and the puzzle is difficult to break.