Butterfly Dream of Longevity Tribulation

After the ten-year-old child stood on tiptoe and whispered in the old man's ear, the old man suddenly raised his head. After seeing the people in the corridor clearly, a gleam of hope flashed in the old eyes. He lifted the bamboo stick and accelerated his speed. Footsteps, walking towards them.

"Uh...why? What do so many people want to do when they come to someone's house early in the morning? Robbery? First of all, we don't have any money." Seemingly dreaming that dozens of them were coming menacingly, their feet were weak, and they supported Mu On Zi Li's shoulder, he waved his sleeve and pointed, pretending to be calm.

Seeing that the crowd had come to the front, a long corridor was full of people, Mu Zili and Xiang Meng had unconsciously retreated back and forth, but these people still had no intention of giving up, and followed their footsteps until they left the long corridor, When they came to the courtyard, they just spread out a little.

I saw the old man in the head leaning over tremblingly, with his knees bent, he knelt down and kowtowed, his old and dry voice was like weeping, "I implore the gods to help, save my whole village!"

Simeng and Mu Zili were amazed by his kneeling, it must be their appearance that misunderstood these mortals again.

The two of them reached out to help the old man up at the same time, impatient like a dream, and had already asked: "Old man, we are not some gods, just talk about things, if we can help, we brothers and sisters will definitely not refuse!"

Mu Zili also nodded, "Exactly, if you have any difficulties, just speak up, there is no need to be like this."

When those people heard that they were willing to help, all of them had bitter expressions on their faces, but now they all smiled with tears in their eyes and kowtowed to the Prime Minister to thank them.

"Old man Xu Xingbang, the head of Xujia Village on the outskirts of Changzhou, these are the surviving villagers of my Xujia Village." The old man who called himself Xu Xingbang raised his callused hand and saluted Mu Zili slightly, telling their misfortune slowly .

According to Xu Xingbang, Xujia Village is located in the central part of Yunguo and is under the jurisdiction of Changzhou. The villagers have lived on farming for generations, occasionally raising some livestock to subsidize their families.However, the originally ordinary and peaceful life was completely changed because of an unexpected incident in Wujia Village next door. Hundreds of people lost their homes and were forced to leave their hometowns.

The reason was that the poultry raised by the villagers of Wujia Village suddenly died of strange diseases overnight. The blood of nine cattle and sheep sacrificed to heaven for the safety of humans and animals.

However, the blood sacrifice in Wujia Village had not yet been carried out. Similar situations had occurred in Xujia Village and other villages with a radius of tens of miles, and people were panicked for a while.Only a day later, many villagers suddenly died of sudden illness. The doctor in the village said that the symptoms were similar to those of common wind-cold, but the symptoms were not improved at all when prescribed according to the wind-cold medicine, and they were helpless in the end.

Afterwards, this incident alarmed the government of Changzhou. Zhizhou judged it as a plague, slaughtered all poultry in and outside the city, and burned ten villages including Wujia Village, where the accident happened first, but turned a blind eye to the surviving villagers. The place, had to go far away.

In this way, Xu Xingbang led the surviving villagers all the way to the south, begging for a living. He originally thought that staying away from his hometown would keep him away from the plague, but he didn't want the plague to follow them all the way.

Wherever they went, similar situations appeared in many villages, so their team grew stronger and stronger.Today, apart from the people in this yard, there are still hundreds of people outside the Wuzhai who have persistent high fevers and coughs, and are in danger.

Seeing that the fog cleared to reveal the house in the early morning, Xu Xingbang led the people in with a glimmer of hope.

When Mu Zili saw that his breath was uneven and intermittent when he spoke, he couldn't help but feel sad, stretched out his hand to hold his pulse, and gave him a little bit of spiritual energy.

Xu Xingbang felt a sudden warmth in his heart, his complexion was slightly rosier than before, and his breathing was much smoother.He looked at the man in Tsing Yi with great joy, only to see his long hair brushing loosely behind his shoulders, his face was like fine jade, his eyebrows were sword-like, his eyes were like black ink, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, his spirit was like water, and his form was like a fairy.

"Thank you, Shangxian! I also hope that the Shangxian will help and find a way for these poor people to survive!" As Xu Xingbang spoke, his legs knelt down and kowtowed.

Simeng, who was silent at the side, was thinking secretly in his heart. The plague they mentioned was quite similar to the modern bird flu, but the bird flu is a disease that has caused the modern medical elites to worry about it. Where can they find this cure? The recipe for it.

These people in front of them are all pale and sickly, and they may have already contracted the disease without knowing it.

Now, let's tidy up the garden first, so that they all have a place to rest.

"Old man, don't worry. I will do my best in this matter."

Mu Zili helped Xu Xingbang up and sat down against the railing. The child who was following him stared blankly at Mu Ling with big black eyes, and the corners of his lips were slightly closed. He seemed to want to say something, but he didn't say anything in the end. , just holding Xu Xingbang's clothes tightly and sitting quietly.

After the people in the garden were settled properly, Mu Zili took all the seriously ill people outside the garden into the garden to rest.

In order to prevent the crowd from infecting each other, Xiangmeng suggested that those who are seriously ill should be placed in the outer courtyard, and those with milder illness should go to the inner courtyard to rest with her.

When several seriously ill people were dying, Mu Zili had no choice but to save some spiritual power for them to survive, but this method can only be delayed for a while, it is not a long-term method.