And as He Yinuo expected, while this person's body is full of vigorous vitality, there is also an invisible dead qi introverted in it, but they can't feel it at all with their mortal bodies.

Even advanced cultivators may not be able to feel the changes in their internal environment, and most importantly, these changes are not achieved overnight, but are formed over time.

Then he found various excuses to check the changes in the breath in the rest of the human bodies, and found that all of them had the same characteristics in their bodies.

There is no special connection between these people, so the only explanation for this common phenomenon is these elixirs, because it is the only common event that all of them have ever experienced.

Mu Bingshuang had told him at the beginning that they also suspected that there was something wrong with this pill, but it was not only these ordinary people who had taken these pills.

Before cooperating with the Lotus Sect, the high-ranking clansmen of the ten major families in the Nanxu Continent had personally tested the medicine, and until the outbreak of the Plague Corpse Transformation, they did not experience any discomfort.

And Mu Bingshuang emphasized that at the beginning of the cooperation, not only the high-level of the ten major families, but also the high-level alchemists of the Lotus Sect also led by example, including the leader of the Lotus Sect and his party, the Human Emperor!

He took all the pills distributed on the various continents, dispelling everyone's worries.

And if this is the case, there is nothing wrong with these pills, but in He Yinuo's opinion, they have ignored an important point.

That is, they only took a few pills occasionally, while these ordinary people and ordinary cultivators took them every day for decades.

Decades can add up to a lot, from quantitative change to qualitative change. The medicinal properties of these elixirs continued to infiltrate into their bodies, subtly changing the aura environment in their bodies, and generating an invisible and strange death qi in the bodies of the living.

They form a delicate balance in the body, and if they don't encounter any special environment, these dead qi hidden in the body will not have any effect on the body.

It's just that they are the deadliest threat in the body, and once this balance is broken, it's hard to imagine what weird things will happen next, and maybe it will turn people into a plague.

According to Mu Bingshuang's description, the arrival of the Heavenly Ghost Star, the first snow, is the day when the plague corpse transformation occurs, and combined with the current time node, these different pills distributed today may be the key point to break this balance.

Thinking of this, He Yinuo didn't hesitate anymore and hurried to Mu Mansion.

And just as he was leaving, a person passed by him, this person was a middle-aged man, with a plain appearance and simple clothes, but no matter how simple his appearance was, he could not hide the extraordinary and salient momentum of his whole body.

It's just that he seems to deliberately restrain his breath, hide his cultivation, and avoid attracting attention, and his appearance is a little similar to He Yinuo!

He Yinuo seemed to feel something, he couldn't help but stop his hasty steps, turned to look in the direction behind him, but he didn't know what he was looking for, but the feeling that lingered in his heart was extremely abrupt, and it was so familiar and urgent.

The snow was falling, and the figures were crowded, and he wanted to look for the familiarity that came naturally, but all that caught his eye was the strangeness that kept changing.

He sighed helplessly, shook his head slowly, and then ran to Mu Mansion again.

In this bustling market, there is a corner that seems a little lonely and deserted, and there are few traders here who are willing to set up stalls here due to the scarcity of pedestrians.

Most of the people who stayed here were farmers who carried firewood, and they made some silver taels by chopping and selling firewood to supplement their families.

In addition to this, there is a stall in which he is neither a merchant nor a firewood farmer, but a charlatan.

His appearance is that of an old man who has entered his old age, with a white beard and a face covered with vicissitudes, but his face is full and his spirit is excellent, and he does not seem to have the feeling of decay of an old man at all.

He held a hexagram flag in his left hand, and on the banner was written the four big characters "Heaven and Earth First", which looked a bit pretentious.

It's just that in this paradise, everyone lives a comfortable and comfortable life, with no worries about food and clothing, so few people will care about these joint fortune tellers, let alone spend those unjust money to find themselves uncomfortable.

From morning to noon, for several hours, no one cared.

However, he is not like an ordinary fortune teller, who will take the initiative to shout, but instead closes his eyes and recuperates, looking like Jiang Taigong is fishing, and the wisher is hooked.

After a long time, noon came, and there were fewer and fewer pedestrians in the market, and the farmers began to pack up and go home one after another, and now there were only two people left in the market, one was an old fortune teller, and the other was an old woman who still stayed here to sell firewood.

The old woman's clothes were shabby, her face was vicissitudes, and her expression was gloomy, and compared with the old man, she looked completely decadent.

At this moment, she looked around, with an unconcealed anxiety on her face, but no one had bought his firewood from beginning to end.

And at this moment, a middle-aged man entered this corner that no one cared about, and this man was the man who was a little similar to He Yinuo before.

He went around the corner and ignored the old woman, but went straight to the old fortune teller.

"Does the guest officer want to tell the hexagram or measure the characters?" the old man closed his eyes slightly, his face was leisurely, and he said slowly in a tone of vicissitudes.

The middle-aged man didn't care, his face was calm and unfazed, and then he took a pen and paper, wrote down a word, and handed it to the old man.

"Sir, you might as well test a word for the next. ”

The old man slowly opened his eyes, he looked at the middle-aged man, and a fine light suddenly flashed in his eyes, but it was just a flash, and then he took the note and looked at the words on it.

On the note was the word "Heaven", and the handwriting was sonorous and powerful.

"Heaven?" said the old man to himself, and after thinking for a moment, he replied: "Heaven is composed of 'one' and 'great', the great road is in the heart, and all things are born in the heart, but it is always pressed by one horizontal. With all due respect, the guest officer has been fighting with the sky and life all his life, but he is always confused and struggling, although he is seeking up and down, he has never been able to get rid of it. ”

"Hmph, the way of heaven is unfair, and the number of lives is impermanent, shouldn't we change our lives against the heavens and pursue a free life?

The old man didn't comment, but after a while, he turned to say: "After so many years, I can't imagine that you are still so persistent!"

Although this sentence was abrupt, it did not surprise him when it fell on the other party's ears, as if they had known each other for a long time.