Qingshui Town is located along the Qinghe River, a tributary of the upper reaches of the Yangtze River, and is in the worst affected area of the sudden once-in-a-century flood.

Jingfa has come along the way and seen countless tragic situations in the world.

On his way to Xiangyang, he also lived among refugees for 10 days, and at that time he already felt that these displaced victims were miserable enough, but he did not expect that the scene he had seen in the last few days was even more tragic.

The flood broke out very suddenly, the momentum was very ferocious, those refugees who had time to escape were already greatly favored by God, and more people were swallowed by the merciless flood before they could figure out what the situation was, and they were directly drowned.

When the flood came, many villages along the river were washed away in an instant, and there was no grass in the flood so far that even the bodies of the dead could not be found.

Walking along the road, Jingfa would occasionally see some of the surviving people frantically jumping into the river to find their loved ones, even though they knew that it would all be in vain.

And many more people are kneeling on the muddy ground and crying bitterly, in front of them, there is nothing, but before, this was their warm home.

After a huge natural disaster, it is often followed by an even more terrifying disease.

Some time after the flood ended, a plague swept across the land, dealing another blow to an already desperate life.

One by one, those who had survived the flood eventually fell to the plague. One painful cry after another echoed in the air, endlessly. One after another, flames rose into the sky, burning away the bodies and destroying the hope in people's hearts.

It's a hell of hell on earth!

The closer he got to Qingshui Town, the heavier Jingfa's mood became, watching the scenes of life and death, watching the people around him mourn in pain and despair, and a trace of pain flashed silently in his heart.

This feeling had never been felt in his previous career as an Assassin.

In the past, all the people who should be killed should be killed, but not necessarily all of them deserve to die.

The depression accumulated along the way finally exploded at some point, and Jing Fa, who couldn't bear the condemnation of his conscience, distributed all the silver taels on his body to the victims along the way.

Seeing the ecstasy of the victims after taking the silver, and seeing everyone kowtowing desperately to thank him, Jingfa felt for the first time that he could be so happy without silver.

After the breeze on his sleeves, Jingfa only felt that he was less heavy than before, and he was relaxed and comfortable, and unconsciously accelerated his pace.

In fact, there has always been a worry in his heart, that is, if Qingshui Town is also destroyed by floods, where else can he find Bao Xuming?

With worries, he didn't dare to stop, and hurried day and night, and finally arrived in Qingshui Town after ten days.

Qingshui Town, an ordinary town next to a tributary on the north bank of the Yangtze River, benefited from the embankment built on the bank of the river back then, and resisted most of the torrent when the flood broke out, allowing the town to avoid the bad luck of being destroyed overnight, and the disaster was not as serious as other towns.

When he came to the entrance of the town, Jingfa saw that although the houses in the town were damaged, the overall layout was quite complete, and the original worry in his heart fell a little.

But as soon as he took a few steps forward, he heard a heart-rending cry coming from the side.

He walked over to take a look and found a woman kneeling on the ground, crying loudly at the three bodies lying in front of her.

The corpse was covered in green, and a faint stench wafted from the body, so frightened that Jing Fa hurriedly covered his nose.

The plague, and here it has not escaped the clutches of the plague.

After leaving the woman, Jingfa strolled through the streets and saw all kinds of cries echoing around her, and everywhere was shrouded in the haze of the plague.

"Ahem, ahem. The old man lying on a wooden board on the side of the street coughed violently, and his son grabbed the trouser leg of the doctor who was leaving, crying and begging him to save his father.

The doctor covered his nose, quickly shook off the man's hands, and then quickly took out the potion from his body and carefully disinfected the trouser leg covered by the man.

"With your money, you can't save it at all, I risked my life to come here, it's already benevolent and righteous, don't bother me again in the future. After saying that, the doctor covered his nose and mouth, stretched out his hand to disperse the strong foul smell in the air, and hurried away.

Jingfa took a closer look and saw that the old man lying on the wooden board had a weak breath, his body was covered with rotten sores, many of which had suppurated, and the thick water was broken out, wafting out of the stench.

Seeing that the last hope was gone, the man fell to his knees in front of the old man and wept loudly.

The old man didn't speak, just touched the man's head, and then took the fork that had followed him for decades.

Looking at this old friend, a wry smile appeared on the old man's face, and he slowly raised the sharp fork tip, aimed it at his head, closed his eyes, and stabbed it suddenly.

When the old man made this move, the man was still on his knees and weeping, unaware of his father's actions.

Just when the old man was smiling and feeling the farewell of his old friend, he heard a crisp sound, which provoked the man to come back to his senses, and quickly stood up and looked at his father blankly.

The old man slowly opened his eyes and looked at the half-cut agricultural fork in front of him, looking surprised.

"If a person is not even afraid of death, will he still be afraid of living?" Jing Fa withdrew the broken sword, took out the missing jade pendant with a Jing character printed on it from his waist, the jade pendant that may be related to his own life experience, stuffed it into the man's hand, and said with a smile: "Take this to that doctor, it should be enough for him to cure your father's illness." ”

The man took the jade pendant, knelt on the ground and kowtowed to Jingfa several times, then rushed out to chase the doctor.

As expected, after the doctor accepted the jade pendant, he reluctantly returned with the man, took out a bottle of medicinal powder from the medicine box, and gave medicine to the old man's thick sores one by one.

The powder falls, sticks to the surface of the skin, and immediately makes a clattering sound.

A sharp pain came from the medicine powder, and the pain made the old man scream in pain.

"Doctor He, is this medicine really effective?" the man asked anxiously when he saw his father's painful face.

"Hmph, who am I, He Yun, have you ever heard of He Qingsong, who is a wonderful hand for rejuvenation? That's my uncle, my own uncle who taught me medical skills by hand, just such a small illness, can it be difficult to get me? If you don't believe it, I won't be cured, but the jade pendant will not be retreated. Hearing the question in the man's tone, He Yun frowned, put away the medicine powder and was about to leave, but was stopped by the man and kowtowed desperately to apologize.

Seeing the man's appearance, He Yun looked angry, and after snorting, he took out the medicinal powder and continued to sprinkle it.

As soon as the powder fell, the old man's painful wail sounded again, and his face became more and more pale.

Although the man was worried, he didn't dare to raise objections, for fear that the other party would not be willing and really let it go.

Many people have heard of He Qingsong's name, he is a great doctor in the rivers and lakes, who has cured the emperor's stubborn illness for many years, so he was personally given a golden plaque of rejuvenation by the emperor himself, and later entered the palace many times to see the emperor, and he is a big celebrity in front of the emperor.

This He Yun has just come to the neighborhood to practice medicine, but he has been under the banner of He Qingsong's nephew, so his reputation quickly spread all over the place, it is for He Yun's name that the man will smash the pot and sell iron to raise a sum of money to invite him to Qingshui Town to treat his father's illness, he believes in He Yun's ability, but Jingfa doesn't believe it, just when he felt the old man's breath gradually weakening, he just wanted to stop it, and suddenly heard a middle-spirited old man's voice coming from the side.

"Are you going to kill people or save people, stop it quickly!"

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