Sweet girl has been very depressed recently.

Not only did the amount of blood I vomited increase, my complexion became worse, and I had lost half my life, but more importantly, I looked like a tick in a quagmire. How could I have the nerve to face His Majesty!

I feel so ashamed and terrified that I dare not offend Your Majesty.

She reached out her hands and fumbled around frantically, eagerly picking up the mask from the quilt, and tried several times before successfully putting it on.

He threw off the quilt and stumbled downstairs, which made Pu Ran, who pushed the door open, feel startled.

Ouch, my dear, if you do this for a few more times, you’ll really be dead!

She quickly stepped forward and pushed him back onto the bed. After a long sigh, she said, "Behave yourself if you're sick."

The Overseer was restless, and he used all his strength to straighten his back and maintain the last bit of his priestly dignity.

His voice was hoarse and weak from the illness: "Why is your majesty here?"

Pu Ran sat on the edge of the bed, one hand resting on the back of her hand.

It was very cold, as if the whole person had just been pulled out of an ice cave. In fact, the face under the mask was also pale.

On the first day in Licheng, they absorbed a lot of miasma in the area, and on the second day, when they were chasing Helian, they entered the danger zone again.

On the third day, in order to cover the residents' escape, he used his Qi to form a barrier to block the attacking miasma, and this was also the time when he inhaled the largest amount of miasma.

Mortal bodies are unable to eliminate the evil power that is wreaking havoc within their bodies. It has been spreading everywhere until now, and even they are unable to resist it.

Before she could say a few words, she started coughing non-stop.

"Cough cough cough..."

She took off the mask again, turned her head away, covered her lips with a handkerchief, her dark eyebrows knitted in pain, and coughed out tears.

The handkerchief on the palm of his hand was soaked with blood.

After coughing, he was completely exhausted and fell limply on the bed. This time, he couldn't even lift his head, let alone straighten his back.

Puran patted her back again and again, and the supervisor seemed to hear a faint "I'm sorry."

It was as light as a puff of smoke that disappeared immediately. Plus, her head was dizzy and she wasn't sure if she had heard it wrongly.

Not caring about her exposed face and not reacting to stress as before, the woman who had lost all vitality lay on the bed, breathing hard, with her eyes half-closed.

She heard His Majesty say:

"You have always been strong, but you didn't use your strength correctly."

"I will guide you. You can circulate the Qi throughout your body and slowly dispel the miasma. You will recover soon."

She felt like a ship tossed on the sea in a violent storm, the energy in her body being drawn by His Majesty, leading the lost boat little by little to the safe harbor.

"His Majesty……"

"Ok?"

The dull tearing pain in the chest gradually faded, and his eyelids became heavier. The monitor lay on the edge of the bed, holding Pu Ran's index finger with one hand, as if only in this way could he fall asleep peacefully.

The fading voice faded: "I still want to serve you..."

Puran smiled, tucked the messy hair on the side of her face behind her ear, and replied softly: "Okay."

She fell into a deep sleep.

Pu Ran tucked in the quilt for her, put the mask on her face, and then called the maid to come in.

"Watch carefully."

"Yes."

She did not stop and went straight to the Judge's bedroom.

The Arbiter himself is the strongest among them and has a stronger resistance to miasma.

When others couldn't even hold their heads up, he could still sit cross-legged on the bed, chewing on the bamboo shoots on the low table.

When Pu Ran came in, what he saw was the helpless face of the social slave.

The dark circles under his eyes were darker than usual, and it was obvious that he was suffering from illness.

He's messed up.

Since I was going to die anyway, I didn’t even wear the mask. I just curled up in bed and ate bamboo shoots in silence.

The amount eaten was lethal.

He never got tired of eating it, one stick after another. The funny thing was that there was a long queue outside the hall, and maids held trays to provide him with supplies at any time.

The plates were taken away and replaced again, and the corners of Pu Ran's mouth twitched slightly.

Should I say that he is worthy of being a corporate slave? He has strong vitality and his appetite is still so good now.

Adjudicator: Thank you, I am offended.

He also saw Puran coming, and politely put down the half-eaten bamboo shoots as a sign of respect.

"Your Majesty, ugh..."

He held onto the bed frame and began to dry heave violently.

Damn, I ate too much and my stomach exploded.

Puran: “……?”

Is this some new welcome ceremony?

Thank you, no need next time.

"Your Majesty, why are you here... Ugh..."

Pu Ran took a big step back silently: "How about I come in after you finish vomiting?"

The judge clenched his fist and hit the head with a hammer.

Well, you've been scolding those two losers all day long, and now you've become a loser yourself.

His eyelids drooped listlessly, and his cold white skin was covered with purple lines, which looked like bulging blue veins, entangled with tree roots, and had countless small snakes crawling in it, which was terrifying.

The blood vessels squeezed by the miasma seemed like they would explode at any time.

He closed his eyes and looked up in silence for a while, forcing himself to suppress the stabbing pain in his heart, then opened his eyes and said sadly, "When will you give me back my half-month vacation?"

Puran: “…”

Your life is in danger and you are still thinking about this?

"If you don't give it to me, I'll be on leave forever."

He was so sad that he almost cried. Although he gave up on himself and cut his wrists with bamboo shoots in the hope of finding relief sooner, he really didn't want to die.

I don’t want to be on vacation forever!

I will still work hard for you!

Pu Ran smiled unkindly: "You are so strong, but you can't resist the miasma?"

Judge: "Sarcastic remarks don't go well with my bamboo shoots."

You've made me lose my appetite.

"I'll teach you how to use luck. If you follow my instructions, your illness will heal in a short while."

"……real?"

"What are you lying to?"

After settling the other one down, she walked out of the hall, stretched herself, humming a little tune as she turned to the judge.

This guy had his hands on his abdomen, his face peaceful, and was sleeping soundly in the coffin.

Pu Ran raised his eyebrows and said, "Hold the cremation."

The guards on both sides were sweating profusely. "Sir, please don't lie down. This strange habit of yours will really kill you sooner or later!"

The judge opened his eyes with great effort, and said with a faint breath: "That's fine."

I'm going to die soon anyway.

Pu Ran knocked on the coffin with his finger bones and said, "Go back to bed and lie down."

"..."

He didn't move, but just raised his hand to cover his mouth and coughed violently. When he let go, his palm was covered with sticky blood.

"I have no strength left."

dying.

My legs and feet are powerless and my whole body feels like it's being eaten by swarms of insects. I might as well lie here and wait to die.

Unexpectedly, their Majesty laughed out loud without considering the occasion: "Ha... I'm here now."

She did the same thing: "Just follow my instructions. I just came from their place. Their condition is stable now."

Upon hearing that there was still hope, the judge became very emotional, his blood boiling, and he started coughing heart-wrenchingly.

He smiled slightly, "Thank you, Your Majesty."

Pu Ran guided him while chatting: "It's okay. You are the weakest one. You can't fight well. You are almost out of breath."

Upon hearing the weakest, the Judge broke down his defenses, and the breath throughout his body suddenly became disordered, causing him to suffer a backlash. This time, he probably vomited a large bowl of blood.

His eyelashes closed and he fainted.

Pu Ran froze in place and looked at each other with the guards.

She was embarrassed and scratched her cheek with her index finger guiltily:

"Is the cremation really going to take place now?"

Guard: "..."

The only reason he was not cremated was because of the judge's efforts. Following Pu Ran's method, his body gradually recovered.

Pu Ran looked at the three people who were full of life again, and the curve of his mouth became wider and wider.

It's really not a scam.

……

He is as fierce as a tiger in his actions, but when he looks at the enemy, he becomes a fool!

The identity of the big boss will be revealed tomorrow, and I will write an analysis. I hope that everyone will feel enlightened when reading it. OK! The decisive battle begins!

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