The villain thinks about betraying his master and ancestors every day.

Chapter 88 The Plague
Ye Zijin followed the soldiers, and heard a soldier shaking his head and saying, "This is already No. 80 nine, alas..."

"Is it like this before?" Ye Zijin asked.

"The number of people who died in the past few days was less, but in the past few days, most people in the west of the city have been infected, and the old and the young are almost dead."

Seeing corpses one after another being burned in the fire, Ye Zijin frowned. With things like this in the west of the city, it's not hard to see what the rest of Luoshui City looks like.

She sighed, she didn't know anything about medicine, and now she lost all her spiritual power, there was really nothing she could do.

The only plan now is to find the fragment of the demon god's soul, maybe there is still a glimmer of hope.

"Junior Sister!" Suddenly, a familiar voice came from behind.

Hearing the sound, Ye Zijin turned around suddenly, and a joyful smile broke out on her face in the next moment. She took three steps at a time and came to Ye Zichu, and asked loudly, "Senior brother, why are you here?"

Ye Zichu waved the folding fan carelessly, and said quietly, "Master asked me to come."

Ye Zijin saw that Ye Zichu still looked like a romantic man even though his face was covered with a white cloth, he couldn't help feeling speechless, "You left Yungui City to come here?"

Why didn't Mu Kun just say that Ye Zichu was here, but Ye Zijin thought about it, she and Chu Yan left the meeting just now, Mu Kun probably didn't have time to tell them.

Ye Zichu smiled lazily and said, "You can also say that."

When he was in Yungui City, Ye Zijin fell into danger several times and almost died. At that time, he still had resentment towards Ye Zichu, but now that he said it, it was understandable.

Ye Zijin glanced at the fire that was still burning not far away, and said in a low voice, "Even you can't help it?"

Ye Zichu paused for a moment with the folding fan in his hand, then shook his head, "This matter is a bit tricky."

Ye Zichu roughly described the situation in the city to Ye Zijin, and Ye Zijin also learned from him the symptoms of the plague.

At the beginning of the infection, the symptoms were relatively mild, and I just felt itchy on the face, which made people want to scratch from time to time.It's just that, gradually, the itching becomes uncontrollable and requires constant scratching to relieve.

In the end, people infected with this plague died in a surprisingly similar manner. The flesh and blood on their heads would be scratched layer by layer until there was no more flesh and blood left on their heads.

Ye Zijin couldn't help but think of the terrifying appearance of that dead body just now, no wonder there were almost only bones left on that person's face, it turned out that the flesh on his face was scratched off by himself.

Thinking of flesh and blood being peeled off bit by bit by nails, Ye Zijin felt a chill running down his spine and couldn't help but ask, "Can't we tie up all their hands?"

"This is the most helpless part of this epidemic." Ye Zichu explained in a deep voice, "When the epidemic develops to the late stage, as long as you don't scratch your face, the internal organs of the infected person will quickly fail, within a day will die."

"How could such a thing happen?" Ye Zijin was puzzled, even the most terrifying virus in the world would not have such annoying symptoms.

But the truth is like this, Ye Zijin thought about it, this world is completely different from her original world, and many phenomena that exist here are unimaginable and incomprehensible in the original world. Everything can be explained again.

(End of this chapter)