The curse of the demon god.

I don't know who gave it the name, but the danger it caused is also worthy of its name. It is only for humans, and it is not effective against demons. Even, after reading the description of its illness, Liu Feng felt that it was simply sorry for its effect if he didn't call it the curse of the demon god!

[Curse of the Demon God: Loses all drawing power.] ]

That's right.

Anyone who is infected with this disease, whether you are in the graffiti realm, or in the ancient and modern realms, may become a wasted person! See clearly, you are not an ordinary person, but a wasted person! A wasted person who is physically and mentally tortured and unwilling to live.

This is definitely a big killer against the Great Xia Dynasty!

The Great Xia Dynasty has been powerful in all directions for thousands of years, but it has never exterminated the demon clan of the 100,000 mountains, because of fear, strong fear. The defeat of the demon clan back then was still so terrifying, if they were really wiped out...... No one wants to know what terrible things will happen when the demon god returns.

But......

Liu Feng's brows furrowed when he saw this.

It's understandable that the painting power is gone, but what the hell is the heart and body tormented?

[According to a patient's personal experience, the power of painting did not disappear overnight, but slowly disappeared over a period of months or even years, gradually becoming an ordinary person.] And since he got the curse of the demon god, his body has plummeted, and there are many disasters and diseases, which is simply possessed by bad luck, and the disaster star has come. ]

In this case, what else could it be but a curse?

"It's so familiar. ”

Liu Feng muttered.

Although the curse of the demon god was very powerful, Liu Feng always felt very familiar, and looked carefully at the curse of the demon god, the so-called request for the sacrifice of the demon clan. He didn't understand these magical powers that belonged to the demon clan, but when he saw the name of the demon tribe. Liu Feng was stunned.

Chimpanzees!

"Chimpanzees?"

Why is Liu Feng finally so familiar.

Eyes slightly closed.

The information that I had memorized quickly jumped into my mind, and a row of familiar words emerged.

1. AIDS is considered to be an unsafe sexual activity between indigenous Africans and orangutans. 2. People in remote areas of Africa eat the meat of orangutans and monkeys. Sanitary conditions are extremely low, and the virus in the monkeys is transmitted to humans, and after several mutations, it eventually becomes the original HIV. 3. Wild animals such as orangutans and monkeys attack and bite people, causing infection and spread of the virus.

The above three statements are all controversial.

However, what is certain is that AIDS is the result of the exchange of genetic material and genetic recombination between two monkey viruses, which eventually evolved into the present HIV.

"AIDS?"

Liu Feng finally knew why the patient was so bad.

It's not a disaster. Instead, the body's immunity is almost destroyed, and any minor illness can turn into a disaster. A bruise can kill you, that's what these people are talking about.

And what about the power of painting?

Painters are also ordinary people. Before becoming a painting immortal, no matter how strong the strength is, the painting power is still born from the body after all, once the body is destroyed, how can there be painting power! This is also the reason why the painting power will gradually disappear. Moreover, Liu Feng can be sure that AIDS here must have mutated!

Things are finally being figured out. Liu Feng was relieved.

Before he knew it, he really didn't know that among ordinary people, there was such a terrible thing! And ordinary people didn't dare to mention it. For fear of inviting disease.

"Maybe ......"

"It's up to me to break this curse. ”

Liu Feng did not rashly make a spiritual painting, but seriously opened the information of the first disease, that is, in the Five Catastrophes of Despair. Cholera is the least dangerous, but most significant.

Upper capital. Dong Changfu.

The Marquis of Dongchang is a marquis of the Great Xia Dynasty and is strong. However, at this time, there was no longer half a bit of majesty on this Hou Ye's face, only endless panic.

"Brother Zhang, save him. ”

The East Chief Marquis begged bitterly, "He's only sixteen years old!"

"Lord Hou......"

The old man known as Brother Ming smiled bitterly and said gloomily, "You and I have a lot of friends, how can I stand by and watch? It's not that I can't save it, but I can't save it!"

"My son is ......"

Dong Changhou's body shook.

"Prepare for the future. ”

The old man sighed.

"No, it won't. ”

Dongchanghou looked incredulous, how could he have thought that as the marquis of the dynasty, his strength was comparable to that of a painting immortal, but he couldn't keep his son!

"Smack!"

The lady who was boiling medicine for her son stood at the door, and the medicine jar shattered to the ground.

"Ming'er ......"

Mrs. was sad and rushed towards her son, but she didn't know that she was close, but she was stopped by the old man, "Madame, don't get close!"

"Why, I can't even look at my son for the last time?"

Madame was a little mad.

"It's contagious. ”

The old man sighed softly, but it was like thunder in the hut.

"Contagion?"

Dongchanghou's pupils contracted, "Could it be ......?"

"Cholera!"

The old man said word by word, and Dong Changhou fell to the ground with a look of remorse.

"I knew I knew I knew!"

Madame pointed at Dongchanghou hatefully, "I said that you must not let Ming'er follow you, you are the Hou Ye, and all evils will not invade, but Ming'er is just a little painter! You killed your own son!"

Dong Changhou looked at his son's tortured appearance, and only felt as if he had been punched in the back of the head.

No matter how strong he is, he is just a father, and at this moment, the little maid walked in directly, "Master, I have something to report." ”

"I'm not in the mood to ......"

Dong Changhou shook his hand weakly.

"You said that whatever you say when the time comes, I will tell you. ”

The maid had already prepared and did not retreat, "Young Master Liu Feng sent an invitation to let you participate in the glory of the dynasty tonight." ”

"Oh, got it. ”

Dong Changhou seemed to finally remember, and seemed to have said this, saying that next time he must not let those guys take the lead, and he must experience it first, but unfortunately, a battle in front of his son is all nonsense. Dong Changhou waved his hand, and was about to let the maid go down, but the old man on the side suddenly brightened up.

"Liu Feng, what are you talking about is the new champion Liu Feng?!"

"Yes. ”

The maid didn't know where the old man came from, so she replied truthfully.

"What's wrong with Liu Feng?"

Dongchanghou was at a loss, not knowing why Brother Zhang was so excited.

"You're stupid!"

The old man was excited, "Have you forgotten who made the dynasty treasure of "Cold Spirit"? Maybe it is impossible for others, but if it is Liu Feng......

"Maybe Ming'er still has a glimmer of life. ”

"Brush!"

Dong Changhou woke up suddenly, and a flash of brilliance bloomed in his eyes.

Influenza - Plague - "Cold Spirit".

Liu Feng's deeds swept through his heart, and Dong Changhou finally stood up, "I'll ask Liu Feng to save Ming'er, even if it's to smash the pot and sell iron, I have to find a chance for Ming'er!"

......

That night, in front of the Royal Palace.

The magnates who received the news had already arrived early.

Every time Liu Feng opened a dynasty glory conference, it seemed that he could bring them some surprises, but I don't know what it was this time? The toilet a few days ago seemed to make them quite happy. The thatched toilet, which has always been dirty, is equipped with fluorescent lamps and toilets, and it has become neat and orderly.

When Dong Changhou arrived, there were already many people. He didn't bother Liu Feng, but waited silently, and it would be more appropriate for Liu Feng to finish the press conference. It's just that, no matter what, he wouldn't have thought that Liu Feng's first sentence at the beginning made his heart beat wildly.

"Have you ever heard of the Five Plagues?"

Liu Feng's faint voice spread throughout the square.

"Boom!"

The scene was blown up at that time.

Five Catastrophes?

Who hasn't heard of it!

Painters with diseases in general have a way, especially the families of the powerful, but these fateful five disasters, even they are not spared, how many children of the family have died because of this?

The premature mortality rate in this era is unimaginably high!

However, why did Liu Feng say this?

Everyone was puzzled. However, thinking of the fact that Liu Feng made "Cold Spirit" at the beginning, many people were already in a frantic mood, could it be that Liu Feng wanted to ......

Dong Changhou's mouth was already dry.

As a powerful Hou Ye, he has never been so nervous.

"I've been working on this stuff lately and made something interesting. ”

Liu Feng remained as flat as ever, "So, I am very sorry to tell you, from today onwards, the five catastrophes of desperation are probably going to become the four calamities of desperation......" (to be continued......)