unscrupulous spirit catcher

Chapter 62
"To tell you the truth, ten days ago, before the county magistrate died, only half of the people in the newspaper were handed out."

As soon as Zhang Yingjun said this, the four people in Song Yu looked bad.

One of the two will die.

This is completely different from the situation in Meishan. Putting the bones here will not cause such a big death.

"Looks like I have to carry the coffin in." Song Yu sighed vicissitudes of life.

Wang Zhandao: "People will turn into dust when they die, could it be that they are eaten away by spirit insects or something like that?"

Song Yu said: "Then it will be even worse for us. Spiritual insects will all lay eggs. It will be overwhelming and overwhelming."

Zhang Yingjun listened in a daze and didn't know what to say. Just when he was about to speak, he was interrupted by Su Mian in a low voice.

"Master Zhang, let's take a step to talk."

"okay."

Zhang Yingjun followed Su Mian out, leaving Song Yu and the others here with sad faces.

"Is there a pharmacy here? Please follow this list, grab a thousand pairs, and hand them out at the entrance of Qiancheng County."

"Is this medicine useful?" Zhang Yingjun quickly took the list.

Angelica, Chuanxiong, Baishao, Rehmannia, isn't this Siwu Decoction?

This.
Su Mian smiled at Zhang Yingjun in a dignified and virtuous manner: "It's just to let them drink with peace of mind. It's easy to get into trouble when there are a lot of people. It's better to drink with medicine than without medicine."

Being sealed up is almost equivalent to a death sentence. If they don't even send in the medicine, they will be surrounded and beaten as soon as they enter.

Zhang Yingjun hurriedly said: "You're right, I'll do it now, but the dose is too much, and it won't work in a while. I'll send in as much as I get. By the way, I have to send in some rice."

Like a good housekeeper, Su Mian asked him to prepare four portions of dry food and water.

After entering Qiancheng County, they only ate what they brought with them.

After everything was arranged, they passed through the layers of soldiers, carrying their baggage, ready to step into the place shrouded in the haze of death.

There was an endless stream of people queuing up to get medicine. They were all like ants. Their emotions had been dissipated in the confinement, but there was still a little light for survival in their eyes.

This light was as sharp as a needle, and it stung Zhang Yingjun, who knew that the medicine he was given was fake, and felt guilty in his heart.

Those who can come to get the medicine are those who have not yet contracted the strange disease. As for the condition of those who have contracted the disease, no one knows yet.

"Lao Su, don't accept anything handed out inside. Just stay here, or I won't be able to find you when I ask for something."

Song Yu warned Su Mian.

She can't bring Su Mian in here, two of them will die, one can't choose between her and Su Mian.

"I hope I come back safely this time."

"Shut your stupid mouth," Su Mian rolled his eyes wide as he listened to the ominous remarks she was about to make. "You will still be able to live despite the harm that will last for thousands of years."

"Hey, that's right." Song Yu immediately showed a devilish and terrifying smile.

The three entered Qiancheng County.

It was depressed and withered inside.

It has also snowed, and the ground and roofs are covered with snow. Except for the people waiting in line, no one is walking around.

The shops on the street are still there, and the flags are still there, with the words "the first wine in the king", "Ping's second sister-in-law Hu spicy soup", "hot water" and other messy things.

How prosperous it was before, how deserted it is now.

Qiancheng County is not a small one. The three of them started walking along the north bank of Luohe River. Many clothes and hats were discarded on the road, and the ground was covered with yellow mud.

"It's probably the clothes of the dead. I don't dare to put them at home, so I can only leave them here like this." Lin Kun sighed earth-shatteringly.

"It turns out it's clothes. I thought it was a person lying here." Wang Zhan buried his head and distinguished carefully.

Song Yu stopped: "It's not the clothes, it's the people. Look, the people have turned into sand."

Underneath the clothes was a pool of yellow-brown mud. It had been so long that only a vague shape remained.

Even the lone persimmon on the persimmon tree was half turned into loess.

The walls, roof, and water tanks were also speckled with loess. If it hadn't been covered by snow, the situation in front of us would have been even more serious.

The spiritual things are like spring rain, moistening things silently and encroaching on Qiancheng County.

A man walked over slowly. He was a patient. Every time he took a step, a layer of fine dust fell down.

His face has become a piece of dry yellow earth, cracking and peeling off.

When Song Yu and the others passed by, a large piece of soil fell from his face and shattered to pieces on the ground.

Real falling apart.

The three of them looked horrified.

"Let's check separately. It's faster and we can look in places where no one is around. This way we can get more clues." Wang Zhan suggested boldly, as if he could find something with his squinting eyes.

"Okay, you come with Lin Kun. Come with me. I'm afraid you'll mistake the wrong scarecrow as your companion." Song Yu carried the mountain of two burdens and moved with difficulty.

After walking for a while, she sat down and ate a meal, distributing the weight into her belly.

The only sound in the alley was her chewing.

While eating and drinking here, a slow and stiff person suddenly appeared from the entrance of the alley.

"Eat, eat, give me a bite."

This man's whole body has turned into loess.

"Eat, I'm hungry, I'm so hungry. Give it to me, give it to me."

Every time he took a step, the clods of soil on his body would fall to the ground with a loud splash. Finally, with a bang, they scattered to the ground and turned into an uncontrollable handful of sand.

Song Yu rushed out with his burden on his shoulders, and when he got away from the alley, he realized that his back was covered in cold sweat.

This method of death is more terrifying than being killed directly by a spirit. The death process is infinitely prolonged. The mind is still there and the pain is still there. All you can do is watch yourself turn into a handful of loess.

Fear continues to amplify during this time, and even an indestructible will will be destroyed.

Song Yu ate a piece of beef jerky to calm down his shock.

"This wall will probably collapse soon." When she left, she glanced at the corner of the wall, where it had already started to turn yellow and looked like mud.

Nothing was found.

The same goes for the other two.

In such a large Qiancheng County, they didn't even see anything that might be related to spirits. All they saw was loess, muddy snow, and half-dead people.

"Let's find a place to rest." Lin Kun couldn't walk too far, he was too fat, he would sweat all over if he moved a little, panting like a cow from exhaustion.

The best places to rest are those where there are still people alive, which means they are safe.

Three people found a teahouse on the river bank. No one drank tea, but the teahouse owner was still alive.

"You three, we don't have tea here." The boss has a mustache and his eyebrows have drooped into a mustache.

"I know, let's sit down for a while." Lin Kun wiped the sweat from his head, and the top of his head was steaming.

"Oh, I remembered, you are adults from the capital!" The teahouse owner suddenly became happy and looked at the three of them expectantly.

"Someone is coming from the capital?" An acquaintance came out from behind.

It's Taoist Master Zihua who wants 500 taels when he's drunk, and his two disciples who believe in 'walking is the best strategy'.

(End of this chapter)