Cultivating Immortals: I Can Save the Price

   Chapter 291 Hysterical Cultivation

   The ghost at the bottom of Ren Qing's feet spread out inadvertently, touching the man's body.

  【High Cool】

  [age: fifteen]

  【Shouyuan: Seven Years】

  【Disease Type: Hysteria, Deformity】

  Ren Qing stared at Gao Liang's disease, and stayed on the hysteria for a few more breaths.

   Gao Liang saw that Ren Qing was silent, and said with horrifying eyes: "You should be able to see it, Master is about to wake up..."

  Ren Qing narrowed his eyes and couldn't help but ask: "What?"

   “Jie Jie Jie Jie…”

   Gao Liang laughed dumbly. He was about to say something, but when he saw the fire coming from the town, he quickly turned over and got into the shadows.

   "Come in, Changsheng Avenue is within easy reach."

   When he turned his head, his expression was extremely frightened, as if he had encountered a ferocious beast, which was the complete opposite of the madness he had shown before.

  Ren Qing looked towards the end of the street with the help of his blurred vision, and found that someone was holding a lantern for lighting, listening to the footsteps of at least seven or eight people.

   He couldn't help but feel jealous, and the eyes peeping at him secretly became a little sharp.

   But now that you have come here, naturally you can't shrink back. Anyway, the life of the split soul is not worth much, so you should take some risks.

  Ren Qing covered his face again with a hat, and was about to enter the widow town.

   But as soon as he approached the range of ten meters, he found that there were strange and even inexplicable mysteries everywhere in the town of Victory.

   First of all, Ren Qing has never seen such a dilapidated town, even Huangsha City is not as messy as the Weixin Town.

  Relying on the dim moonlight, he found that rotting garbage was piled up in the corner of the street, and the house he lived in was extremely dilapidated.

  Many walls have cracks of different sizes, and you can even see the furnishings inside, as well as the residents who look like mummified corpses.

  Ren Qing felt that Weixin Town was more like a slum, and it was difficult to have anything to do with cultivation, let alone longevity.

   He hesitated for a while, then stepped on the grey bricks at the entrance and exit of the town.

  Swish…

   An arrow feather was shot from a distance and directly inserted in front of Ren Qing's feet.

   Those who secretly peeped at him were obviously hindering themselves from going to the town of Widow, but from the arrow feathers shot by the bow, it could be seen that their strength was not much different from that of normal people.

  Ren Qing waited for a moment, and a team of officers and soldiers in chain armor ran towards him.

   They are well-equipped and wear thick pure black masks on their faces. In addition to concealing their identities, they are more like filtering germs in the air.

   The leading officers and soldiers said in a low, hoarse voice, "Stop."

   "I came to Weiwei Town to study medicine."

"I see,"

   Officer Bingqing looked at each other with complicated eyes, and then took the initiative to make way and let the other party go to the center of the town.

  Ren Qing took advantage of the dark sky, the ghosts on the soles of his feet contacted the officers and soldiers silently, and the flow of information was also revealed in front of him.

  【display】

  【Disease Type: Body Cold】

  …

  【Jin Chengxiang】

  【Disease type: dullness】

  …

  Ren Qing found that officers and soldiers also had the disease, but they were all relatively mild.

   He walked into the town calmly, and the officers and soldiers looked at him strangely, as if they were looking at a beast that had thrown itself into a snare.

   Soon the officers and soldiers disappeared, but the ghosts had already hidden in their shadows.

   Ren Qing soon discovered that the officers and soldiers almost surrounded the town of Weixin, and there were also many officers and soldiers holding bows and arrows hidden on the eaves.

   They are more like preventing sick people in the town from leaving.

   From Gao Liang's terrified expression, he can guess that many people should be killed on weekdays, and it doesn't look like they were left alive.

   The two warriors that Ren Qing’s split soul encountered in the broken temple probably thought he was a sick man who had escaped from the town, and wanted to capture it back to the officers and soldiers to receive a reward.

   He realized that there were still officers and soldiers following not far away, so he turned into the alley.

  Ren Qing glanced at the bright sky, put on a black veil under the influence of the ghost, and soon disappeared into the alley that extends in all directions.

   After a while, a light-footed officer and soldier came over with doubts on his face.

   He kept looking around, trying to find Ren Qing who had disappeared, and by the way he pulled out the long sword from his waist.

   Just when the officers and soldiers felt that there was no gain and were about to leave, a figure suddenly appeared behind them, and the hats on their heads had been removed.

   He suddenly saw Ren Qing's appearance, and his heart beat wildly in fright.

"damn it…"

  The officers and soldiers waved their long swords and wanted to attack Ren Qing, but they suddenly tripped over something and stumbled against the wall.

   The heavy pupil on Ren Qing's forehead blinked, and the ghost figure directly covered the officers and soldiers.

  The officers and soldiers trembled. They tried to struggle but couldn't get rid of the ghost. Immediately, they felt sleepy and fell asleep immediately.

  Although Ren Qing's body is not there, he can't use the ability of Nightmare, but there is no problem in simply falling into a dream.

   "Why block the town of Survivor?"

  The officers and soldiers replied dully: "Because the madness in the town is contagious..."

   "What exactly is studying medicine?"

  Ren Qing noticed that the masks of the officers and soldiers were a little strange, so he took them off with ghosts, revealing the sleeping faces behind them.

The    mask is made of wood and stuffed with fiery red velvet.

  It is somewhat like a doctor's mask in the Western Middle Ages. Because of infectious diseases, air-filtering materials will be placed in the breathing port.

  The officers and soldiers were talking in their sleep: "I don't know, I don't know, I...I..."

   His face was exposed to the air, fine cold sweat suddenly formed on his forehead, and his expression gradually became distorted.

   At this moment, the morning sun rose slowly.

  Ren Qing barely maintained the state of the night tour, but it is estimated that it will not last long.

   Thick black smoke billowed from the center of the town, the unpleasant burnt stench intensified, and the officers and soldiers trembled even more after absorbing it.

   The widow town became lively, and a large number of people walked out of the dilapidated houses.

  They were deliberately groomed, dressed in clean clothes, with a pilgrimage-like expression, which was out of tune with the dirty and messy environment.

  Ren Qing narrowed his eyes.

   As the light was abundant, his body only noticed the direction of the black smoke, and there was a statue of seven or eight meters tall.

   That is Shouxian among the three immortals of Fu, Lu and Shou. The iconic sarcoid on his forehead is flesh-like, and it keeps squirming like a heart.

  Ren Qing looked at the statue of Shouxian.

  The outermost people fell to their knees, and the people in the middle stood with their heads bowed.

   The innermost one stared at the statue of Shouxian and asked something respectfully, as if communicating with the other party.

   But what is proportional to the position is that the closer the person is to the statue, the sicker he becomes, and even the breath is on the verge of death.

  The officers and soldiers beside Ren Qing suddenly returned to normal, looking up at the statue.

   "It turns out that there are really immortals and longevity."

   He knelt on the ground crying bitterly, banging his head on the ground constantly, blood running down his cheeks and soaking the chest of his clothes.

   "What the hell?"

  Ren Qing uses the information flow to check the officers and soldiers.

  【Chen An】

  【Disease Type: Weak Qi, Hysteria】

   He raised his brows, the officers and soldiers had not suffered from hysteria before.

   "Could it be..."

  Ren Qing had a bold guess in his heart, and then took the initiative to close the heavy pupil dream seed on his forehead, so that it would no longer bless the soul.

   That burnt smell turned into a strong medicinal fragrance, which made people want to stop.

  Ren Qing felt that his throat was a little dry, and he actually had a strong desire for the fragrance of the medicine, and the weakness of breathing disappeared.

   He quickly called out his own information flow.

  【Ren Qing】

  【Shouyuan: October 2nd of the fifth year】

  【Disease types: physical weakness, deformity, hysteria】

   The word hysteria in the information flow is a little vague, as if it will disappear at any time, indicating that he is not completely suffering from this chronic disease.

  Ren Qing looked at the statue of Shouxian, the latter exuded an invisible breath, which could turn the surrounding crowd into hysterical patients.

  The officers and soldiers used masks to block their breath, while Ren Qing had previously isolated them with Dream Seeds.

   At this time, the statue of Shouxian in Ren Qing's eyes was very different, and there was no falsehood at all, just like a real immortal.

  Shouxian told the mysterious and mysterious words, as if to wake up everyone.

   And those patients in Ren Qingyan's eyes, under the influence of hysteria, are all misty and immortal.

  Ren Qing pointed his right index finger between his eyebrows, and Mengzhong opened his eyes again.

  The aroma of the medicine was gone, only the burnt stench permeated the air, and the patient returned to the appearance of being about to die.

   "The so-called practice is actually hysteria?"

   "So where is Changsheng?"

   I’m stuck, I’m stuck, let’s update today and resume tomorrow, sorry, gentlemen

   (end of this chapter)