After gathering the seven deadly sins brothers, summon the younger sister!

The brother and sister drank it eagerly, and carefully licked the blood from the corner of their lips with the tip of their tongues.

Maybe they felt some psychological comfort, and now the two kids burst into laughter.

The elder sister hugged her younger brother tightly in her arms: "Sir, we know you are a good person... If there is still a chance, I really want to follow you to study medicine in the future."

"I also want to be someone like you! And help everyone in the village!"

As he spoke, his brother's eyes dimmed, because he had no idea whether the people in the village could survive, or whether he could survive.

Ji Jingshen forced a smile that was only bitter. He raised his hand and touched the two people's heads lovingly.

"Sir! The situation at Qing Huai's house in the east has worsened, come and take a look!"

He simply couldn't stay in one place for long and was soon called to the next one.

At the end of the day he was exhausted and dizzy.

In the darkness of night, someone came to report:

"Sir, the two children from Yuchun's family are gone..."

The summer evening breeze is even colder than the winter wind.

The wind filled his dry eyes, and it felt like fireworks exploded in the boy's brain, giving him a splitting headache.

He endured the pain, his Adam's apple rolled, and slowly closed his eyes.

Blood is useless, and the last resort is gone.

……

Working day and night, Uncle Zhao aged a dozen years in a flash, with white hair on his temples. Fortunately, he finally arrived at the government office.

He was isolated and shouted at the top of his lungs: "There is an outbreak of plague in Zhaozhang Village. Please support us!!!"

The county magistrate hid far away, covered his mouth and nose, and listened to his subordinates reading the letter aloud.

"Don't worry about this. I will go and count the supplies and send more people."

Uncle Zhao's eyes sparkled, and he kowtowed repeatedly: "Thank you very much, sir!"

He was so excited that he couldn't speak clearly: "I... am worried about my wife and children. Can you let me go back to the village now..."

"Yes."

The county magistrate sighed: "You have suffered so much. Just hold on a little longer. Support will arrive soon."

"Thank you, sir! Thank you, sir!!!"

Uncle Zhao was so happy that he almost danced with joy as he walked. When he saw him leaving, the adjutant asked suspiciously, "Master, do you really want to...?"

"I really want what I want!"

All the money has been embezzled by themselves, so where will the funds for disaster relief come from?

"It's just a remote little village. If they don't have this disease, then they don't have it. There's no need to bother with it."

"Oh, yes!"

"Okay, go back to sleep. It's so sleepy in the middle of the night."

Uncle Zhao didn't rest for a moment, and ran desperately with a flushed face under the moonlight.

Perhaps he was so happy about the news of support that he neglected the fact that he had been traveling day and night without drinking a drop of water.

He ignored the fact that his illness was rapidly worsening and corroding his body.

Ignore the soreness and pain in the flesh.

The high fever that broke out halfway through the journey almost burned him into steam, but Uncle Zhao was completely unaware of it. His eyes were like the brightest and clearest full moon in the sky.

The full moon is beautiful.

Suitable for reunion.

It was as if he could already see his wife and children eagerly waiting for his return home.

I can't wait any longer and can't wait to see them.

"……what?"

His body lost balance and fell forward heavily, and he could no longer use any strength in his legs.

Uncle Zhao opened his eyes wide in surprise. Why did I fall down?

Soon he realized that he was going to die.

His emotions suddenly became unusually high, a violent surge of panic.

I can’t die here, at least not in the middle of the road, if someone passes by… I can’t infect others…

This path leads to the village. It is remote, rugged and long, and in Uncle Zhao's eyes it seems endless.

He struggled forward and rolled into a dry ditch overgrown with weeds on the side of the road.

I have no strength left. Would it be possible for me to die here and save some trouble for others?

He didn't know, but his eyelids felt heavy and his cloudy gray eyes looked straight up at the white jade plate in the sky, as if he wanted to see the figures of his wife and children in it.

He died on a beautiful summer night with fireflies dancing in the sky.

Die with beautiful expectations and unwilling regrets.

Rescue was sought, but the wife and children were nowhere to be seen.

Little did he know that his wife and children had died of illness two days before, and that help would never come.

……

At dawn, the village was littered with corpses. Ji Jingshen knelt on the ground, his voice broken and hoarse: "Are there...any more people?"

nobody.

No one would call him sir anymore.

There were so many bodies that there was no time to cremate them, and the next person fell down.

The village is quiet and peaceful.

There is no smoke of war, no blood, broken limbs, or ruins here. It is complete and beautiful, exuding a gray smell of death.

The young man knelt on the ground, and his time froze at this moment, deeply and painfully.

"Aren't you a doctor?"

"Aren't you confident in your medical skills?"

He lowered his head like a defeated dog, his unkempt bangs covering his eyes, making it impossible to see his expression. He questioned himself over and over again.

"Why can't you save even one person!"

He roared in a low voice, and punched his thigh again and again in anger and grief.

"Why! Why can't any of them be saved! Ji Jingshen, aren't you a doctor!!!"

Uncontrollably, tears fell from his eyes one after another. He clenched his teeth like a dying beast, and his throat emitted a hoarse and mournful whimper.

This feeling was very desperate, at least for this young man who was traveling for the first time.

The young man was inexperienced and came out to gain experience with great enthusiasm, but the first thing he encountered was the plague, a high wall that was insurmountable.

He tried his best and used all his skills, but he was still as weak as an ant, and could only watch helplessly as lives perished.

No way.

Not a single one was saved.

The bloody reality dealt him the most severe blow. The boy's heart seemed to have died along with the corpses, tragic and shocking.

People cannot have too strong a sense of justice, otherwise they will be like him, taking all the blame on themselves, blaming themselves for their incompetence, questioning their abilities, trapping themselves in the same place and unable to move forward.

Ji Jingshen lit the fire, and soon the whole village was engulfed in flames.

Maybe he also laughed at himself, why was I the only one who survived?

Why don't useless people just die?

The Yinzhen formation is very magical, and it presents everything clearly from a God's perspective.

The man in black sitting on the wall was crying silently, his hands clenched into fists behind his back, with horrifying red marks from his fingernails.

She once said that Song Zhiyuan was amazing, but now she wants to add, Ji Jingshen, you are also amazing.

She looked at Jealousy who was kneeling on the ground dejectedly, but she still couldn't bear to say the word "idiot" out loud.

"Now that the facts are clear, you should apologize to him if you should, and make amends or atone for your sins. You can't let him get stabbed in vain."

After saying this, the girl jumped down from the top of the wall, landed in front of the kneeling man, opened her arms and gently hugged him.

"Okay, cry if you want to."