Looking at the straight corpses on the wooden carts, Lingxi showed an anxious look on his face, and hurriedly pulled Tuchen into the city.

In Yangcheng, the streets and alleys are sparsely populated, and the doors and windows of every house are closed. Occasionally, a few people hurriedly walked by, and their bodies were also tightly covered, and it was impossible to distinguish between men, women, and children. As far as the eye can see, the scene at this time is very similar to what Tuchen saw thousands of years ago, except that the corpses everywhere are missing.

As they went deeper, they couldn't even find anyone to ask for directions, and they seemed to be far away from each other because they were afraid that they would be infected. After walking through several long streets in a row, a family of shops came and went in front of me, and the shops were very lively, and there were people coming in and out all the time, which was incompatible with the desolate and deserted streets. There were dozens of people lying in the shop, and a young man in gray was busy with a medicine pot in his hand.

Tuchen walked in to take a closer look, only to find that this was a pharmacy, and the blue plaque on the front door was written with four red characters 'Huanming Yaoji'.

Lingxi was about to walk in quickly to investigate, but was pulled by Tu Chen: "Wait, there is demonic energy here, although it seems to be there, but it must exist!"

"Demonic Qi" Lingxi was taken aback: "You mean...... There's a demon in this apothecary!?"

Chen nodded and didn't speak, hiding all his aura and stepping into the pharmacy first.

Seeing two people dressed in such otherworldliness, the gray-clothed man in the pharmacy was also a little surprised, but then quickly greeted him: "But the two of you also have the plague? ”

Tuchen clasped his hands into fists and saluted: "We were just passing by Yangcheng, and we knew a little about medical skills, and we learned that there was a plague in the city, so we wanted to come over to see if we could help." ”

The man in gray sighed heavily: "Alas, this plague is very powerful, if you are not infected with the plague, you can leave as soon as possible, so as not to get into trouble." ”

Chen's eyes were sharp, and he asked rhetorically: "Since the plague is severe, why is Your Excellency still safe?"

"Me?" the man in gray was speechless for a while, but quickly replied: "My family has been a doctor for generations, and I grew up in the pile of herbs since I was a child, and my body naturally has resistance, and the general plague cannot be helped. ”

While speaking, there was a sudden rush of 'goo-goo' sound from the backyard of the pharmacy, and the man in gray hurriedly walked to the backyard when he heard the sound, and said as he walked: "The soup is ready, the two of you are please, I'll go and get busy first."

Lingxi glanced at all the patients in the pharmacy, and then squatted down next to a woman to check her pulse. It was a woman in her thirties with a teenage boy lying next to her. The two should be in a mother-son relationship, their skin is iron-blue, their seven orifices are red and swollen, their nails are black, they are unconscious, they can't move, and the skin of their whole body is painful when they touch it slightly.

Tuchen also walked a few steps and looked at the woman and asked, "How long has this plague lasted, and why did you all come here to heal?"

The woman's eyes were close to blindness, and she struggled to move her lips: "It's been more than half a month, and there were only a few people who were infected, but after that, more and more." The doctors in the other pharmacies are all dead and fleeing, and only this family is still open......"

Lingxi looked at the other patients around him, and the symptoms were similar, all of them were blue and red and swollen all over his body: "What kind of medicine are you all taking, and is it effective?"

The woman shook her head with a pained expression: "I don't know, please, save my child, he is still young...... He's still young......"

Lingxi got up and frowned and looked at Tu Chen: "Her pulse is very chaotic, and her essence is seriously lost, and it should be a symptom of Luan's disease from the symptoms." However, although the malaria disease spreads very quickly, it is not fatal, so how can it kill a thousand people in half a month?"

Luan disease, also known as bird disease, is a disease specially carried by birds, and its symptoms range from vomiting and diarrhea to fatigue, and the skin is blue and red and swollen. But even so, it is not life-threatening, and it can be completely cured with decoction.

At this time, the gray-clothed man who went to the backyard to get medicine walked back to the front hall with a medicine jar: "Yes, there were not a few people who suffered from Luan's disease in previous years, and they could be cured within three days of prescribing a few pairs of decoctions." I don't know what's going on this year, I've been infected for three days and nine adults have died, I'm afraid this Yang City will become a dead city again......"

"Huh?" Tuchen took a few steps closer, "Why do you say 'again'?

The man in gray waved his hand while distributing the decoction to everyone: "Alas, it was also passed down from generation to generation by the ancestors, saying that a disaster also occurred a thousand years ago, and the entire Yang City was dead, no one knows if it is true or not." ”

The patients lying in the pharmacy, although their faces were as dead as ashes and their expressions were painful, they were all conscious, and they also had great respect for this busy doctor. Before the decoction was delivered, no matter how painful it was, he struggled to get up and thanked him repeatedly. The family members who accompanied the patient were also full of gratitude, and praised Dr. Huanliang for being a good person.

Tuchen and Lingxijian also went over to help and distributed the decoction to everyone.

Lingxi took the medicine jar and put it under his nose and asked gently, and found that it was indeed an herbal formula for the treatment of Luan's disease, if this plague was really the usual Luan disease, taking this would definitely have an effect.

After helping all the patients drink the decoction, the three of them were busy sweating profusely, and the sky gradually darkened. Huan Liang put down the empty medicine jar and thanked him: "Thank you two for your help, if I were alone, I really don't know how busy it would be." It's getting late now, and my pharmacy is full of patients, so there's really no extra space. However, there is still a vacant room at home, if the two of you don't dislike it, you can go and rest in peace. ”

Tuchen was about to say no, but Huanliang had already dragged them out of the pharmacy, and walked a short distance along the street due east before stopping in front of a mansion.

This mansion is not rich and prosperous, but the plaque is very large, and the two big characters of 'Huanfu' are engraved in it. Three rows of gold doornails were nailed to the two dark red wooden doors, and a large rusty lock was fastened in the center. Huan Liang stepped forward to remove the door lock and pushed open the door and made a gesture of please: "I have three main rooms and six side rooms in my house, and the two of you can choose at will." There was no one in the pharmacy, and I went back to take care of the sick. ”

Looking at the slightly gloomy Huanfu, Lingxi was very curious: "You live in such a big place alone?"

Huanliang smiled bitterly: "It's hard to say, half a month ago, there were still children and grandchildren here, and after a plague, even my parents died in my family." Now I am the only one left in the Huan family, and I have no more expectations, I just hope to help the people in the city tide over the difficulties. ”

As he was talking, a seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy ran from a distance out of breath, and when he saw Huanliang, he shouted urgently: "Brother Huanliang, my mother is retching again, please go and see it quickly." Huan Liang patted the young man's shoulder and answered, and nodded to Tuchen and Lingxi in front of him: "The two of you should rest early, you don't have to be polite, the resources in the house can still be used casually, I will go back to the pharmacy first." ”

Looking at the backs of Huanliang and the young man leaving in a hurry, Lingxi sighed lightly: "This Huanliang is really a good person, and it is really rare to be willing to stay in the city to treat the people at this time." ”

Tuchen shook his head slightly, thoughtful: "I don't know why, I always feel that something is not quite right with him, and the demonic qi from the medicine shop here comes and goes. This plague, Luan's disease may not be the key, but there are monsters taking advantage of it!"

"Are there monsters? you mean Huanliang?" Lingxi pursed his lips and smiled: "In addition to the Demon Lord, are there also monsters that you, the Demon General, can't detect?"

"Indeed, he is mortal, but there must be eccentricities. You rest first, and I'll go for a walk around the city and see if I can find out the source of the demonic energy. After saying that, Tuchen flew up, stepped on the roof and disappeared into the night.

The people in Yangcheng fled and fled, and the rest of the sick and unable to move were lying in the pharmacy, and the lights of thousands of homes fell in the middle of the night, only half of them were lit up, and the darkness was desolate as far as the eye could see.

Near the center of the city, he found a five-story tower, and stood on the spire with one foot and felt the wisps of demonic origin.

Approaching midnight, after searching for a long time, Tuchen still couldn't be located, and the demonic energy appeared from time to time, sometimes as if it came from all directions, and sometimes it seemed to be completely hidden in an instant. Just as he was about to leave the tower, he suddenly noticed that some kind of extraordinary power suddenly appeared in the city, and the surrounding demonic qi began to explode and increase!

Tuchen immediately dodged and followed, jumped directly into the sky, stood high in the sky and looked down on the whole city, and flew quickly towards the source of the demonic energy.

In the blink of an eye, he sneered, and secretly said that his suspicions were not wrong, and there was really something wrong with Huanliang!

Landing on the roof of the Huanjia Pharmacy, Tuchen suddenly stopped, because in addition to the demonic energy, he also felt another powerful mortal aura, and at this time, the two forces were fighting fiercely in the backyard, and a rough shouting and scolding resounded in the air.

Of course, for Tu Chen, even if these two breaths work together, it is like a mantis arm in front of him. What made him really curious was the mortal aura, I don't know who dared to fight with the devil!

Sitting leisurely on the eaves and looking down, I saw that the dried herb stoves that were originally neatly placed in the courtyard had been scattered all over the ground, the large and small clay pots were broken countless times, and the two figures that seemed to have a great disparity in strength were fighting fiercely in the mess.

The thin figure was Huan Liang, at this moment he completely lost the polite scholar appearance he had before, but his eyes were crimson and his nails were skyrocketing, and wisps of blue and black qi surrounded him, which was exactly the fluctuation of demonic qi that Tuchen had felt before. On the other side was a muscular man, the big man wore an open sweatshirt, his long chest hair almost covered his belly, and the muscles of his arms and thighs swelled like four iron pillars!

When Tuchen arrived, this fierce battle seemed to have just begun, and Huanliang stared at the big man with a fierce face, but he seemed to be worried about something, and he didn't make a move. And the big man held a conical weapon more than three feet long, and also stared at Huanliang fiercely, and kept scolding in his mouth: "Bold and evil, you actually took advantage of the plague in Yangcheng to bring disaster to the people, see that Grandpa Mao didn't chop you up today and go home to make dumplings!"

Huanliang was not to be outdone, revealing the two five-inch fangs in his mouth and returning angrily: "Although you stink, your soul is good. Since it was delivered to the door by himself, it will be used by the immortals!"

The big man surnamed Mao spat fiercely: "The little demon actually has the courage to be an immortal, today Grandpa Mao will let you see who is used by whom!"

The big man was extremely fast, and in the blink of an eye, he came closer, and the tip of the cone was pointing at the center of Huanliang's eyebrows. Although Huan Liang's face was fierce and demonic, he seemed to be extremely afraid of the cone-shaped weapon, and he didn't dare to meet it head-on and dodged and jumped away. Dahan didn't miss any opportunity, and chased after him, and for a while, the small courtyard was full of afterimages of the two of them.

After all, it was a monster, so Huanliang's strength was expected by Tuchen, but Dahan really surprised him. Not to mention whether it wins or loses in the end, judging from its skills alone, its movement speed is not something that ordinary mortals can achieve.

After a few rounds, Huan Liang seemed to be completely enraged, and instead of dodging, he began to face it head-on, and the demonic qi around his body turned into a Dao entity and swung his whip towards the big man. Although the big man is strong, he is particularly agile in his movements, and he dodges all the attacks by dodging left and right!

In the battle between man and demon, the demon had the upper hand, and this was the first time that Tuchen had encountered it in thousands of years. Although he was able to quickly resolve the battle in a matter of seconds, he didn't intend to make a move, but instead changed to a comfortable position and watched with relish.

The big man was not idle at all when he fought, and he grinned and provoked while dodging the long whip of demonic energy: "Oh, I didn't fight! Ahh......h Damn, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts!!......, it hurts."

Carried away, a whip was heavily whipped on the buttocks, the demonic qi was stained with flesh and blood rotting, and the painful big man grinned, quickly took out a palm-sized small medicine bottle from his body, poured out a handful of white powder and stuck it on the wound and scolded: "Grandpa Mao has the heart to play with you, you TM also kicked your nose in the face!"

After that, the big man held the long cone with his backhand and rubbed it on his buttocks, looking at the blood and white powder stained on the tip of the cone and yelled: "Break the demon!"

After the roar, the bloodstained long cone suddenly flew into the air on its own, and then turned into countless roots in an instant, piercing towards Huanliang from all directions. Huan Liang's face was shocked when he saw this, and he hurriedly condensed the demonic qi into a shield to cover his body. But all this was to no avail, the shield formed by the demonic qi shattered immediately after touching the blood on the tip of the cone, and countless long cones of nothingness pierced deeply into Huanliang's body, looking like a humanoid hedgehog from a distance.

The long cone entered the body, although it was nothing, but Huanliang's expression was very painful, and he shook in place a few times, and a ray of black light that was not easy to detect floated out from the Tianling Gai, quietly flowing into the distance. But the big man seemed to have seen through all this, and with another loud shout, he jumped into the air with one foot, and at the same time felt a palm-sized square box on his body and said something in his mouth.

The black light that had drifted into the distance floated back uncontrollably the moment the lid of the box was opened, and then fell back into the courtyard and transformed into a huge tanuki! The big man sneered and put the box in his hand at his feet: "The demon spirit still dares to make a mistake when it leaves the body, accept it!"

The tanuki screamed unwillingly when it heard this, and then quickly gathered it and poured into the box, and finally the bursts of demonic energy condensed into a black bead the size of a cherry. Seeing this, Dahan picked up the square box, stuffed it into his arms with satisfaction, and found a clean step in the messy courtyard to sit down and rest.

Seeing the black beads that were put into the box, Tuchen frowned: "Demon Spirit!"