Subian Kings Canyon

Chapter 1223 Chang'an is gone, long miss (80)

Although the anti-magic cloak only had a one-fifth chance of resisting infection, it was better than nothing.

Yan Huan took out a few leaves of bluebells, stuffed two in his mouth, took a deep breath, raised his sleeves to cover his face, and ran into the hall quickly.

nobody?
There were several puddles of blood on the ground, a broken sword, and smashed tables and chairs were piled up on the ground. It seemed as if there had been a fierce fight here.

What about the man?

Not outside the inn, nor in the inn. She said that he was infected with the plague, and it was impossible for everyone to let him go to the second floor.

"Little Second?"

No one responded.

Yan Huan stared at the puddles of blood on the ground, could it be that the man suddenly fell ill and attacked everyone?
No, people infected with the plague don't have such great strength.

There was a sudden buzz in the head.

Oops!

Xiao Er told other people about the man's plague. Those men who had just finished drinking and had a bad temper must have killed this man!
Everyone believed that if the person who got the plague died and was burned, he would never be infected again.

But this time the plague was the main source of infection precisely because of the burning of corpses!

She rushed out of the inn, and ran around the inn in fear, and finally saw a group of people on the field ridge outside the backyard, and the flames dancing ahead could be seen in the crowd.

"Hey! Don't stay there! Come back!"

She yelled at the crowd, and several people looked back at her in surprise, and said contemptuously, "What are you afraid of?! He's already been burned!"

Yan Huan was sweating profusely, and the faces of the people surrounding the field were flushed by the firelight, full of joy for the survivors after the catastrophe.

They thought they had escaped a catastrophe, but they didn't know that this was the gate of hell opening to them.

Will everyone present be infected with the plague?
Changes in life and death happened too quickly, and the living people suddenly became mayflies, and they were caught off guard.

Yan Huan shouted with a trembling voice, "Don't stay there! Burn the corpses, the plague will spread through the air! Come back!"

No one paid any attention to her, and a few people still shook their heads in contempt. It is really a fear of death. No matter how severe the disease is, the patient will be burned to ashes. What are you talking about spreading?

Yan Huan was about to go over and drag him back, when the group of people dispersed and walked back slowly, he patted one of them on the shoulder gratefully.

"If it wasn't for this hero's attack, we might really be spread, fortunately, fortunately!"

Everyone went back to the inn, only Yan Huan hid far outside the inn, how dare she go in again?She has said all the good things, but others just don't believe it.

"The plague in Kaiyang is actually plague. This time the plague is more ferocious. The patient's blood is full of toxins. Even if it is burned, the toxins in the blood will spread from the air. I have some detoxifying herbs here. How about you first Boil the medicine and drink a few bowls, maybe you will inhale the poison, and you will be cured!"

Her answer was a few sarcastic sneers.

The most powerless thing is that all your persuasion has turned into playing the piano against the cow.

This is absolutely not the way to go.

If any of these people were infected with the plague, others would stubbornly kill and burn them.

A vicious circle, if it continues like this, it will take only a few days for the plague to spread into Chang'an.

The imperial court doesn't know about it yet, and she doesn't know much about poison, so the only person she can ask for help now is...

Bian Que.

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　　【At first glance, the two upstairs look like couple names...】

　　
　
(End of this chapter)