After I traveled through the book, I gained a humanoid pendant

Chapter 105

There are still twenty-one days until the spring hunt.

Ni Yangzhou was awakened by a little child.

The child had bright eyes and was dressed in dark blue. He held up a bowl of yellow medicine and asked in a low voice:

"Brother Taoist, it's time to take the medicine."

After Ni Yangzhou made sure he was out of danger, he fell asleep on the ground. The residents in the town woke up earlier than him.

The still young Taoist priest looked around and saw a temporary resting place where government officials were taking the lead in administering emergency medicine.

"I am..."

Ni Yangzhou touched his head, still a little confused.

"You've slept for three days. If you sleep any longer, you'll starve to death! Don't be afraid, brother. The plague is gone! Grandpa said that the officials in the government invited Cheng Wang, the immortal from the Immortal Palace, to drive away the plague!"

"The Immortal Palace?"

"That's where Master Cheng Wang lives!"

When the child talked about these things, his eyes lit up with excitement.

"Brother, aren't you also a Taoist priest? Have you seen Cheng Wang Zhenren? How many legs, hands, mouths, and heads does he have? What magical instruments does he use?"

Ni Yangzhou held his forehead and smiled, "I've never seen it before, I think it has two legs, two hands, a mouth, and a head, and looks just like an ordinary person, right?

The one with many legs might be a spider or a monster."

"Tsk!" The child felt unhappy when he heard the young man's teasing tone. He stopped chatting, put the medicine aside, and said awkwardly, "Take the medicine quickly to relieve the heat in your lungs." After saying that, he turned around and walked out of the room.

An elderly grandfather nearby opened his mouth. He looked very energetic, but his face was gray, as if he had just recovered from a serious illness.

He coughed a few times and said mysteriously:

"Maybe no arms, no legs."

Although Rong Liu's magic circle was not difficult to break, and Ni Yangzhou did not spend long in it, the people in the entire city were actually tortured in the circle for many days before Ni Yangzhou arrived.

Treating a serious "disease" is like cooking a small fish. Ni Yangzhou feels that Rong Liu is also a cannibal in some sense.

Even when setting up the formation, in order to reduce the consumption of spiritual energy, creatures with short lifespans were excluded and not pulled into the formation.

Being so anxious to extend his life, it seems that Rongliu knows that his death is coming.

For younger people, like these children with strong physiques, a shorter life span will not have much impact on their normal life. But for elderly people who already have illnesses, it will be a further hurdle.

Upon hearing this, Ni Yangzhou leaned forward.

"What do you mean by that?"

The old man stroked his beard, his hands trembling a little, "Since I was a child, I have been able to see things that are difficult for ordinary people to see. Sometimes it is accurate, sometimes it is not. The temple says that the fire is not strong."

Ni Yangzhou nodded and moved closer:

"Did you see it this time too?"

The old man had just come back from the gates of hell and was in a good mood to talk. Seeing that someone was cheering him on, he continued:

"The problem in our city is probably not an epidemic, but a demon, and..."

In a low voice, the old man said mysteriously: "It is a giant eyed monster."

"And that Master Cheng Wang is actually a cultivator with only a head. He doesn't have three heads and six arms. He just relies on a big tripod to move around. When I had a high fever, I happened to see Cheng Wang fighting with Big Eyes. The light was radiant and dazzling. It was difficult for me with ordinary eyes to watch the whole process. What a pity, what a pity, it is really a great regret in life..."

Three black lines appeared on Ni Yangzhou's head.

The young man smacked his lips and thought to himself that with your eyesight and imagination, you wouldn't be able to see clearly without light.

He did not interrupt the old man's sigh, but just agreed: "I'm grateful for your advice."

Life is but for a few decades. With Rongliu's act of extending life, countless common people will be affected and will not live as long as they should.

No one knew the name of this insidious formation. If Rong Liu had not stolen Taoist Yuanjia's magic weapon, he would not have been able to create such a large formation with his own ability. Ni Yangzhou's heart trembled, and he looked around quickly. He saw an ordinary bamboo basket at his feet, and then he felt relieved.

While no one was paying attention, he quickly stuffed the bamboo basket back into the Qiankun bag.

While secretly putting things away, Ni Yangzhou suddenly thought that this time, the Crown Prince and the Fourth Prince were both reborn in the world, which was the second round. Was there such a thing in that first round?

In the first week, an epidemic also broke out, and it was the original owner Cheng Wang who came to clean up the mess. By the way, he killed Qi Kong who had grown a head, and took back the magic weapon of Taoist Yuanjia?

That's not right. In my memory, although Yuanjia Taoist's words and actions don't seem so reliable, how could he not have warned the people about the life and death of the people in the city? Or did he expect that he would succeed in saving people, so he didn't mention it?

Or... these things didn't happen in the first week?

Ni Yangzhou drank a bowl of medicine with a frown, wiped his mouth, walked out of the room, and walked to the street, where he met a wailing funeral procession. The filial son leading the procession was crying so hard that his face turned blue. He was supported forward while crying, and kept calling "Mom".

"They are all poor people." The old doctor who was checking the pulse of a child nearby moved aside to avoid the paper money that fell to the ground.

The government issued a notice that patients who did not survive should be buried in time and everything should be kept simple. Most of the people who died in the city in the past few days were elderly people, and there were also those who were already in poor health. The white cloth was torn off completely. Those who wanted to leave the city to avoid it or buy some things were driven back by the garrison in the distance. They said that the town would be opened again after another ten days when the disease was guaranteed to be no longer contagious.

Ni Yangzhou looked at the falling paper money, and there was a sense of loneliness in his eyes.

But what the spring breeze blows up is not only paper money all over the sky, but also rough and eye-catching gravel.

On the northern grasslands, Min Liu successfully led the vanguard to complete sixteen sneak attacks and surprise attacks in just two months, and successfully killed three temporarily appointed generals of Beidi.

The ancestors of the Northern Di people wore feather clothes and lived in caves. Some of them did not eat grains. They were a brave and warlike people. Each of them was tall and strong, and was good at riding and shooting.

In the previous head-on battles, although the Jing Dynasty's army had the advantage in numbers, they had not been able to suppress the enemy and often lost their positions. However, Min Liu attacked where the enemy was most likely to go and where the enemy was least expected, and won every battle.

In the blink of an eye, he changed from a pretty boy who relied on his connections to a handsome and brave captain of the Archery Team.

If you want to be granted an official position, you have to draft a memorial and report it to your superiors.

The most eye-catching thing about this newly-risen captain is the black veil he always wears on his eyes.

Some soldiers said that the lieutenant was practicing to identify positions by sound, and he could always hit the target in the dark. Some said that it was because he was ugly and ashamed to see people. Some said that he was a disciple of Cheng Wang Zhenren, whose eyes could see the yin and yang, and he could not see the sunlight. If he opened his eyes in the daytime, there would be disasters...

The rumors were like the raging sand at dusk, sweeping past everyone's ears and continuing to blow into other people's mouths, but no one dared to step forward to ask.

The calm captain seldom spoke. He was like a sharp blade untainted by the world.

The dark yellow soil can host vigorous green trees with intertwined branches and vines that cling to the flames. The strong wind has no mercy, and all things standing between the sky must be baptized over and over again.

There is nothing new under the sun.

It was not until a young military governor came with an imperial decree and saw the newly promoted captain outside the tent that his face changed instantly.