Magic Punk

Uncle Zhao was lying on the bed with a pale face, making Xuan Yi unable to believe that he was talking to her with a smile last night.

"Young people will always run away when they can't hold on, but sometimes, when you feel like you can't hold on, you might be able to hold on if you hold on tighter."

Zhao Xueyi stood anxiously aside, staring at Xuanyi's face, but couldn't say a word.

Although Zhao Xueyi has a very high hidden identity and is Xicheng's top intelligence officer in Lanyin City, she is really Uncle Zhao's daughter. Her ability to enter Xicheng had a lot to do with Uncle Zhao's military background. For the purpose of keeping secrets, Zhao Xueyi still hides it from Uncle Zhao, making him believe that her daughter is just an ordinary talented girl who has a high self-esteem, who is reluctant to get married and would rather grow old at home.

Xuanyi frowned, looking at Uncle Zhao's closed eyes and slightly beating pulse, he couldn't help but sigh.

He sighed in one breath, and everyone around him couldn't help but speak anxiously, and all wanted to ask what happened.

Xuanyi had already spoken first and said: "It's okay, we can save him."

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Of course it can be saved, but the reason why Xuanyi sighed was because he was too familiar with Uncle Zhao's illness.

Fortunately, Xuanyi gave Uncle Zhao some Concentration and Qi Replenishing Pills that day, which helped Uncle Zhao replenish his energy and make up for his old injuries. Otherwise, today's strange plague might really take Uncle Zhao's life.

Xuanyi wrapped a little purple breath of Qixi Ziwei around his fingers, and then traced it all the way down from Uncle Zhao's forehead, across the bridge of the nose, philtrum, lips, chin, and then to the neck, chest, and stopped at the navel. A set of treatments is more appropriately called witchcraft than medicine.

But it happens that only Xuanyi can use this set of witchcraft.

The breath of Qixi Ziwei is like acupuncture. As Xuanyi's fingers slide down, it opens up and stimulates Uncle Zhao's meridians little by little, absorbs the dead energy, and then quietly slips back into Xuanyi's fingers.

Being able to use Qixi Ziwei, known as the god-killing poison, to this extent, I am afraid that Xuan Yi is the only one left in this world.

Even he himself will soon become the bait for Tanabata Ziwei.

Xuanyi let go of his fingers, and Uncle Zhao coughed slightly from his frozen state, and then sat up. Zhao Xueyi was the first to rush forward, hugging Uncle Zhao's neck and crying bitterly. On the contrary, Uncle Zhao himself was a little taller than a monk. He couldn't figure it out. The hand holding Zhao Xueyi was a little stiff. He looked around and saw many people surrounding him from a distance. He couldn't help but said, "What are you doing here? I can't die yet."

Zhao Xueyi couldn't help hugging her even tighter after hearing this. Xuanyi took out a small bottle of medicine from the Black Iron Ring and put it into Zhao Xueyi's hand. Zhao Xueyi nodded. Before she could say anything, Xuanyi himself had already I walked out and wanted to go see other people on the street.

Now that most of the death energy from his body has been driven away, if he is intentional, he should not be attacked again.

In contrast, yesterday's exposure to the death aura infected by Acanthaminin, in a sense, gave him a kind of vaccine.

But as soon as Xuan Yi took two steps, he saw Jiang Wang hurriedly running up from behind him, and then knelt down without saying a word.

Xuan Yi turned his head and did not help Jiang Wang up in a hurry: "What else can you do?"

"Yes..." Jiang Wang paused and calmed down his emotions: "It was the gang leader who asked me to invite you, but I encountered this kind of thing as soon as I came."

"Old gang leader, old gang leader, he is dying."

Xuanyi nodded: "Let's go then."

Jiang Wang did not expect to get such a direct answer from Xuanyi. Before he could respond, Xuanyi had already walked straight past Jiang Wang, reached out and grabbed his hand and pulled his huge body up like a doll.

"We're pressed for time, so we'll talk as we go."

On the way to Xie Bang, Xuanyi got information that Zhao Xueyi didn't have time to hear.

This plague came quietly. No one knew when it started. They could only feel its sudden outbreak. When the first ray of dawn began to appear in the sky, the first sound began to be heard throughout Lanyin City. The suppressed crying probably occurred at about the same time as Xuan Yi suddenly sneezed at home.

At first, no one connected this accident with the plague, but as more and more people called doctors, and as many doctors died in their sleep, only cold corpses could be seen. When all the morgues in the city could no longer accommodate the numerous corpses, even the most ignorant people should understand that a cold and terrible plague had attacked this peaceful city.

Overnight.

"Is any brother in the gang sick?" Xuan Yi asked as he walked.

Just like most diseases, the plague starts from the oldest and weakest individuals and then gradually infects the stronger young people. So Xuanyi wants to know what is the difference between this plague and ordinary plagues. After all, until now, Ji Beihai The Lord of Lanyin City still couldn't get rid of suspicion.

Even if Ji Beihai himself suddenly fell ill and died, Xuan Yi didn't believe that he would be innocent.

"A little, but not much." Jiang Wang finally calmed down and gave a complete introduction to Xuanyi.

Even for Xie En, this sudden plague caught him off guard. I believe that when Xie En woke up early in the morning and found that many brothers began to report the long death news to him, he would be confused. Collapse, but fortunately, Shane is already a person who can really take charge of his own affairs. After a brief moment of embarrassment, he immediately issued a series of orders. The main contents include but are not limited to, isolate, take care of patients, properly contain corpses, and do a good job in general operations. In preparation for a large-scale cremation, all the medical staff that could be collected were gathered together to provide medical services to the entire city. Semi-military management was also announced, and doctors who escaped from the battle were treated as deserters.

Xuanyi looked at the silent streets. Overnight, the city almost turned into a dead city. No one came and went on the streets anymore. Even the busiest hotels and restaurants were closed. That night last night , I am afraid that every family in this city has lost a family member, and the suppressed and desperate cries can be heard everywhere.

Of course, as Tong Xuanyi expected, most of the people who have died so far are elderly people. They have insufficient blood and generally low resistance. After experiencing the severe winter in the north, their vitality is originally at a low level. It was the lowest time of the year, but who could have imagined that such a strange plague would suddenly occur at this time. He harvested life just like a farmer harvesting pieces of wheat with a sickle in autumn.

Ripe wheat.

It's just that this is the first day of the plague. As the situation worsens, no one knows what this plague will turn into.

"What about the City Lord's Mansion? What's going on?"

Xuanyi asked immediately.