Journey to the West: Debunk Bodhi at the beginning, I myth Daluo

Their family members were all sent to this charity village for isolation because of the plague.

These family members were unwilling to leave, so they all stayed on the periphery, expecting a miracle to happen.

There are more than a dozen doctors and doctors beside them, all with serious faces, either pounding or decocting medicine.

This Yizhuang exudes a depressing atmosphere.

Li Xiaoyao found a place with few people outside the Yizhuang, and sneaked into the Yizhuang.

At this time, the situation in Yizhuang was even worse.

If the breath outside is just oppressive, here is a strong breath of death.

The people in Yizhuang have no life at all!

Dozens of stretchers were scattered all over the ground. Their faces were pale, their lips were black, and their bodies were stiff!

Some are serious, as if they are dead, motionless, and they can't even feel the breath of a living person on them.

Here are a few other cases in slightly better condition, which should be the family members of these patients.

They were standing by the stretcher, dying, their faces were haggard, and their faces had lost all color... 0

It seems that the appearance of their family is their next destiny!

Li Xiaoyao found Xiao Huzi among these people and walked towards him.

Little Huzi leaned against the wall weakly by himself.At this time, let alone taking care of his father, he can't even protect himself.

"Xiaoyao, you're finally here. Cough, cough," Little Huzi saw Li Xiaoyao's lifeless eyes, finally a glimmer of light appeared, and he coughed while talking.

After walking in, Li Xiaoyao noticed that the black air of the plague had already appeared on Xiao Huzi's forehead.

Xiaoyao's heart skipped a beat, the little tiger was also infected!

Although he had already had a premonition that the little tiger's infection would only happen sooner or later, but he has been reluctant to think deeply about this thought, and he has always deliberately avoided it.

He has always firmly believed that the plague-dispelling curse will be effective. As long as the plague-dispelling curse is effective, these plagues will not be a problem. Whether it is Uncle Wang or the little tiger, they will all be alive and healthy as before.

It's just that he didn't think about it, what if he didn't succeed?Or rather, he just didn't dare to think about it.

"They're going to burn my father!" Little Huzi was a little excited when he saw Xiaoyao, he held his father's hand tightly.

He was afraid that if he let go, someone would arrest him, and he would be the only one left in this world.

At this time, Uncle Wang's condition was very bad. He was already covered with that black energy, and the 4.5 breaths of energy seemed to be gradually transferring to the little tiger along Uncle Wang's body.

No wonder, Xiaohuzi's current situation is so bad!

At this moment, he finally understood why those doctors wanted to burn Uncle Wang. They couldn't find a solution, so they could only completely remove the source of infection first, so as to prevent the plague from spreading further!

"Don't worry, with me here, no one can touch Uncle Wang!" Li Xiaoyao assured Xiao Huzi.

"Xiaoyao, I believe in you, I believe you will be able to save my father!" Although Xiaohuzi's complexion was extremely bad, his eyes were still full of determination.

Xiaoyao is his friend, a friend who grew up with him since he was a child.

Since Xiaoyao said he can save his father, then he will definitely be able to!

When Li Xiaoyao heard Xiao Huzi say that he believed in his words, it felt like countless knives were cutting in his heart at the same time. .

203 The Dead Without a Coffin

Can they really be saved?He has no confidence, but he doesn't want them to die!

No matter what, he wants to save Uncle Wang, he wants to save Little Huzi!

When he came, Xiaoyao took all the spells he wrote with him.

There are so many charms, there must be one that can be used!

Li Xiaoyao picked up the talisman and walked to Uncle Wang.

Xiao Huzi sat by the side weakly, watching Xiaoyao's movements.

Xiaoyao turned around and glanced at Little Huzi.

Little Huzi made a cheering gesture to Xiaoyao as if cheering him up.

Li Xiaoyao turned around, held his breath, and began to cast these spells again.

He picked up a talisman and placed it on Uncle Wang's forehead.

Waited for a while, to no avail.

He dropped one and picked up the next again.

Still useless!

He continued to change, trying one by one.

Then these spells were torn by him one by one.

Until the last one is also used up!

Useless, still useless, Uncle Wang's condition has not improved at all!

At this moment, Li Xiaoyao's eyes had completely lost their light!useless?Is this last hope gone?

Xiao Huzi also sat by the side dejectedly, he knew that Xiaoyao had already done his best.

"It's okay, Xiaoyao, you've tried your best!" Little Huzi comforted.

He tried hard to squeeze out a smile for Xiaoyao, but he only squeezed out an ugly crying face.

Xiaoyao stood at the side slumped, with a desperate face, so that he didn't even notice that someone entered the Yizhuang.

"Who is so daring! How dare you break into Yizhuang!" An officer shouted angrily.

At this time, the guards brought a few old men and three young men with high spirits into Yizhuang to visit the patients.

These old men were carrying medicine boxes, they should be the doctors invited by the town, they were fully armed like the guards, and their mouths and noses were covered.

The three young men on the side had fluttering clothes and did not wear any protective gauze.

Each of them wears a sword at their waist, on which the logo of Shu can be vaguely seen.

This is a unique mark of the Shushan Sword Sect. These people were invited by the Yamen to fight the plague.