What should I do if the protagonist of every world I travel to is sick?

The scene suddenly jumped. The bustling streets outside suddenly became lifeless, and the alleys that seemed narrow and crowded on weekdays became much emptier.

The air was filled with sticky water vapor, and the sun was blocked by clouds, as if a heavy rain would fall at any time.

There were no vendors on the street. The stalls that used to be there were splashed with red cinnabar, becoming mottled and dirty. The wooden doors and windows were locked, and the yellow talisman paper that had been blown down from the doors and windows covered the entire city.

The dark sky, the stuffy atmosphere, the suffocating dampness and oppression.

The restaurant that was once packed with people was now empty. It was broad daylight, but upon entering, a damp air rose from the soles of the feet to the internal organs, making one shudder.

It's ghost energy.

The moon and the sun rose outside the window, and the surroundings began to darken. Suddenly, a woman's giggles were heard in the silent space. Suddenly, water droplets dripped from the top of the head, hitting the ground with a crisp sound, but they did not see any damage to the eaves when they came in.

The man's white robe was soaked with red, and in the dark and silent room, they could not see the color of the rain.

The foul smell of rotten rust instantly filled the entire house.

The laughter from the upstairs wing grew louder, as if a lot of people had gathered.

When they stepped onto the stairs, they saw a pair of red embroidered shoes outside each room. The laughter from inside was almost shrill, and the man in blue opened the door first.

The laughter stopped abruptly.

There was no one in the house.

Only the white moon and green mountains came in.

A thin snake fell out from his sleeve and slowly crawled to the bedside, muttering, "It seems they are all dead."

A woman's graceful figure suddenly emerged from the snake. The woman was too white, with no blood color around her lips, and her pupils were extremely black, like an endless abyss.

She clutched the candy wrapper under her pillow, and suddenly a line of tears flowed down her cheek.

This child Aqin must still have malt candy in her mouth before she closes her eyes.

The black energy around her began to revolve around her, and the laughter revived, but turned into a soft sobbing sound, as if calling for "sister" again and again.

The spell on the woman's neck turned red, and she fell to the ground in pain. The sharp claws on her hands pierced into the ghost, leaving no blood. Her bright black pupils suppressed the tears in her eyes as she looked at the man in white.

"Damn immortal...save me...I'm in so much pain..."

The man in green standing next to him turned his head away, his fingertips turning white as he gripped the crossbow.

The white sleeve was raised, and when the joy in the woman's eyes was about to overflow, the pair of light pupils stared at her, and the index finger with distinct knuckles touched her forehead.

Only one petal of the lotus flower remained.

The woman's face suddenly became hideous, and the layers of black air emitted painful screams. The woman lying on the ground suddenly laughed, and her head was raised from her arms. She laughed louder and louder. Her body was almost transparent because of the divine light of Bai Yue. Her black pupils bent down and looked at the dazzling light.

"You can't destroy them all."

The dark clouds in the sky dispersed, and the old sun appeared from the horizon. Bai Yue walked to the window and opened the wooden window covered with dust. Then the light strongly hit the entire room, illuminating this small area, leaving no place for dirt to hide.

A pair of feet appeared behind the foot of the bed. It was the child who was hiding behind the green hills and coughing while eating candy.

Qingshan squatted down and picked the person up. He felt as if a fishbone was stuck in his throat and there was a strange feeling in his heart.

He should have taken her away then.

They went to other rooms to see if there were any other hidden bodies. When they found none, they buried Xiaoqin's body in the backyard of the restaurant.

But they bumped into a sneaky shadow. The man knelt in front of the two of them, holding his head and screaming, "I didn't do it, I didn't do it, those people are dead, we are innocent too!"

After understanding the process, the two learned that this man was originally a slave in this restaurant.

After Bai Yue left, she intercepted several transactions under this restaurant and sent them to Shengjing. However, it was hard to imagine that this intricate network could extend to most of the forces in the court. First, it was the pilgrim's mother's family, and then it was the powerful accomplice. The original dirty flesh trade was replaced by a crime, and the disaster of the treacherous ministers became the undercover crime of several women.

Several women who did not even have indentures became spies sent by the enemy country. The restaurant was raided and all the people involved and not involved were captured, leaving no one alive.

Although the Liu family, who had fled early, were not captured, the family who had died suddenly were found at a house in Beijing. Some people said that since the Liu family's manager was not found at the body site, it might have been murder.

But the next day, the body of the Liu family's manager was found in the sealed-off Liu's Restaurant, chained to the beams.

Some people speculated that it was revenge from enemies, others guessed that it was murder to silence the witnesses, but the most popular saying among the people was that the evil deeds done by the Liu family's shopkeeper during his lifetime brought retribution from evil spirits.

Ever since the death of the Liu family's shopkeeper, the quiet singing and soft cries of a baby girl had been heard at the entrance of the alley at night. Within a month, all the poultry and animals within a hundred miles had fallen ill with a deadly disease. While families dealt with the bad luck, some were also exploited by greedy households.

At first, only a few families suffered from eczema, but later the disease spread to the entire village and even to the capital, where nobles were infected with the disease.

Bai Yue had just cured the illnesses of several nobles in the capital, and so the king asked for help.

In the past few days, they visited many households. There were blood dripping from the eaves of the sick households, red cloth shoes in front of the doors, and the sounds of suona and laughter dragging in the night.

Bai Yue looked at the hair floating under the stone well and gradually had a guess in his mind. He returned to Liu's Restaurant again and dug out Xiaoqin's body from the backyard.

Pulling back her sleeves revealed a rotting rash.

Silver pupils' gaze penetrated the frail body in the mound of earth, watching every detail of her life.

The youngest sister, the only one protected by her sisters, caught rats, ants and insects that had been drugged under the bed to fill her stomach during the days of hiding. In the dead of night when no one was watching, the child cried and searched for her sisters in the streets until she saw the bodies dragged to the mass grave in chains.

Xiaoqin would sneak to the mass grave every night to sleep with them. Although there were piles of corpses around her, she was not afraid. The girl who had already started to have a rash on her body lay happily next to her sisters every night, just like before.

During the day she would sneak back into the restaurant and hide because she always remembered what her sisters said.

They said, "Xiaoqin, let's play hide-and-seek like usual. You hide here, but make sure no one finds you."

"You are not allowed to come out unless the sisters come to pick you up. Do you hear me?"

"Be good, Xiaoqin, and I'll buy you an extra candy."

Sister...you are lying.