The city of Boer, not far from the town of Raya.

The sky is scorching, roasting God's people on earth.

A group of people in tattered clothes and covered in black and black bumps.

They tore their hair, whipped themselves as they walked, their mouths dry and muttered, not knowing what they were talking about.

Some had whips even made of iron with sharp barbs on them.

Covered in blood, it was shocking.

It seems that the more seriously you are injured, the more you can get inner salvation.

The scorching heat of the direct sun made them feel it, and they were even numb, and their inner bodies were always exuding cold.

Some people have bumps that have festered and drained pus, but they don't notice it in the slightest.

It is only known that there are more and more people who participate in this confessional procession of self-punishment.

Behind them, in the city of Boole, the people were already in an endless panic.

People were stunned by this sudden disaster.

There is only one thought on everyone's mind, to avoid infection.

Bull magistrates and notaries refused to make wills for the dying, and even church priests refused to listen to their dying confessions.

The bodies of the sick were abandoned in empty rooms, and no one could give them a holy funeral.

The four doors of the dead man's house were opened, and the jewels, money, and valuables in the house were left unattended, and no one could hinder anyone who wanted to enter.

The Black Death came so suddenly, the people and officials of Bull City did not have time to take precautions, there were few officials before the plague, but now there are no officials in Bull City.

The disease became more and more powerful, everyone panicked, even the neighbors who had been very friendly a few days ago did not dare to help, and there was no point in fleeing the city, because the disease had infected the people who fled the city.

All these fugitives could do was bring the disease to other cities.

Some of the fugitives died on the road, some staggered down in the fields, in the mountains and forests, and then died there.

The day before yesterday, a sick man who wanted to leave a will before he died, called a notary, a warning priest and some witnesses, but now they are all buried together.

And those who buried them have fallen in the graveyard without anyone to bury them.

There were not enough cemeteries, and people began to dig trenches to bury the bodies, often husbands and wives, fathers, sons, mothers and daughters, and families were buried together.

The sick who lived alone suffered from illness in their houses, and no one poured water for them, no one fed them, and perhaps the death sentence was pronounced when they were infected.

The doctor did not dare to diagnose the sick and fled in all directions, and the priest was full of fear, trembling in the church to preside over the worship service, and the lump on his arm was unusually conspicuous.

The weak child endured the pain of a high fever, he cried out in pain for being cared for, and then died.

But the father did not dare to touch the body of his son, until the mother did not dare to hold a funeral for the child's father and did not dare to enter the room to check it.

There is no prayer, no funeral, and no God.

Even the death of a noble nobleman in the city of Boer did not ring his death knell for him.

A poor man had just died, and people threw his clothes down the street, and the passing pig arched a few times, and died that night.

Some people's doors were closed until the smell of rancid smell came from the house, and the news of death became known.

A few sick people cleaned every house in the street, carried two or three bodies to the morgue, and carried the pits to the cemetery, and if there were no pits they could only be thrown into the river according to the priest's instructions, they did not have much luxury, but they hoped that after they died, someone would throw it into the pit or the river.

No one followed the funeral, no one shed tears.

Because it has happened to such an extent that there is no difference between a dead person and a dead animal.

A part of the sick people in the city of Boer began to be dissolute and get by, and in their eyes the end of the world had come, and they did not think about or care about their possessions and lives, and indulged in indulgence.

No matter how ornate the house, how stately the palace, there are not many people anymore.

How many noble families were killed, and how many wealth was left uninherited.

How many men and women are in their youth, and they had a dinner with their friends last night, and tonight they have dinner with their friends in another world.

In the villages near the city of Boer, countless people died.

Some relatives begged passers-by who had fled for their lives to help bury the bodies, but no one dared to step forward.

Not only Bour, but also the southern part of the Kingdom of France had fallen.

As long as one member of the family is sick, no one in the family is spared.

The cemeteries everywhere are far from being able to sustain them, and new ones are being built one after another, but they are still far from enough.

There are no natural and man-made disasters, no war and massacre, but it is as if the world is empty.

The houses were empty, the cities were abandoned, the countryside was uncared for, the land could not hold so many corpses, and everyone was in a panic.

The priest was asked, and the priest was silent.

The healer was asked, and the healer shook his head.

The bailiff was questioned, and the bailiff frowned and pressed the patient's mouth to stop talking.

Like hell.

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Bad news from the town of Raya.

Phil and Johns developed a high fever and began to show signs of lumps on their bodies, which were already symptoms of the Black Death.

John was still able to force his body to arrange everything, but Phil was already lying on the bed and could not move, and could only use his fingers and simple words to speak to Annlie.

Calling Pochi to treat Johns, Poki wrapped himself so tightly that he even wore a hood on his face, as if he didn't dare to show it.

He fetches a snail from the river, applies the snail's mucus to John's lump, and even feeds him the urine of a healthy person.

Pochi wants to do the same treatment for Phil, but Phil refuses, she can't accept it in her heart, she hopes that Poch can bleed herself.

But helplessly, for professional doctors in Europe, phlebotomy therapy also has to pick a day to see the stars.

Pochi had seen the stars last night, and it was not appropriate for bloodletting today.

Fei'er had no choice but to let Pochi leave, she had her own stubbornness in her heart, especially the lumps on her body, she didn't want people to see it.

She fell into deep self-blame, she felt that she still didn't do a good job after all, failed to fulfill her father's entrustment, and was ashamed of the Raya family.

She didn't want to die, and if she did, the entire people of Raya Town, she wouldn't be able to shelter her...

The Black Death unknowingly spread into the town of Raya, and as a lord, he was unaware of it.

Fei'er had a high fever with chills, felt pain in her chest, and coughed often, once coughing up a lot of blood.

Just because she didn't let Pochi get treatment didn't mean she gave up on it.

found Anli, Anli is normal, and there is nothing unusual.

There was a brazier burning spices in the bedroom, and the room was filled with white air.

Fei'er lay on the bed and motioned for Ann to stay away from her, but Ann refused and leaned close to Fair's face to make it easier for her to speak.

Fei'er was helpless, her blue eyes under her golden hair had lost a lot of luster, and her lovely face was very white.

The lips were weakly opened, and the voice was inaudible.

"Xu's medicine..."

An Li woke up and hurriedly ran to the bookstore to find Xu Siling's soup recipe and boil it.

Fei'er couldn't have imagined that Xu Siling's soup recipe was finally used on herself, and she only hoped that she could really save her life as he said.

According to the flow of the letter, An Li boiled carefully, boiled four liters of water to one liter of water, and hurriedly brought it to Fei'er.

She blew wildly, and when Fei'er was upset, she hurriedly took the decoction.

After getting sick, my body began to be numb, and I was more bitter and hot than before.

After drinking the potion, Fei'er rested again, and Anli didn't dare to disturb and hurriedly ran to the door of the bedroom to stand, not wanting anyone to disturb Fei'er's rest.

As she stood guard, Ann Li prayed to God inwardly, this was the only thing she could do.

The next day, Ann Li boiled the decoction again in advance and came to the bedroom.

saw that Fei'er was already able to sit up on the bed, and her spirit was much better than yesterday, but the pale face still did not fade, but the luster in her blue eyes had recovered.

An Li hurriedly put down the decoction and happily approached Fei'er, she thought that it was her sincere prayer yesterday that God had mercy on Fei'er.

But Fei'er just had a serious expression, motioned for Ann Li to come close to her mouth, and said something very seriously, which made Ann Li stunned.

"Put the sheriff... Killed. ”