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

Violent Ghost

The ghost spirit gnaws at the dead soul, clinging to the corpse and turning the disease into plague.

Nowadays, the plague is rampant, and living people are more likely to be burned than herbs.

The situation has spread to the entire country. Bai Yue didn't know why her cleansing technique was useless this time. It was obvious that she only needed to kill all the evil ghosts.

"Do you remember the last words I said to you?"

The man looked back and saw a person standing in the weeds. She was wearing a white silk skirt, her black hair was braided at an angle, and she had a frosty white silk flower pinned on her temples. What was strange was that the girl had no face.

The man turned around. He was wearing a straw raincoat and a straw hat. He had picked up a lot of herbs in the basket on his back. He continued walking forward with the support of a bamboo stick.

The stone wall on the left was covered with dried white bones, which were completely covered by weeds. Bai Yue didn't see them and tripped, falling forward.

A pair of cold hands held his waist, and he looked at the faceless girl. Her laughter rang in his ears, like the rustling of leaves in the cold wind.

"Damn Immortal... I haven't seen you for a long time, and you are getting weaker."

Xiaoman's face slowly appeared in her reflection. After Bai Yue stood still, the sharp blade at her fingertips flashed across her heart.

She fell down instantly and turned into a wisp of black smoke in the air.

"You can't kill me this time."

Bai Yue no longer cared about her and continued walking in the muddy field ahead with the bamboo basket on his back. The corpses on the road were being eaten by wild beasts. Bai Yue had become accustomed to taking out stones from his pudding pocket and hitting them. Finally, when he returned to the city, he was covered in mud again.

"Didn't I tell you to stop caring about those beasts?"

Qingshan raised his head from the charcoal fire, his face covered with ashes. He was wearing a simple linen shirt with his sleeves rolled up to his elbows. He stirred the cooked medicine soup into seven or eight small bowls on the wooden board.

"I saw her today."

Qingshan paused as he was about to distribute the divine power and looked at him, "How much of your divine power has been restored now?"

Bai Yue did not reply, but silently took out the herbs from the basket and handed them to the woman who was going to wash them.

Qingshan grabbed his wrist and said, "Bai Yue, if it really doesn't work, let's go back to Canghuang first."

"Your divine power is very weak now. What if you can't hold on any longer?"

There was a crisp sound of glass in front of me, and a roar mixed with crying sounded, "What's the point of drinking this every day!"

"My son is dead, he's dead!"

She fell to the ground, holding the baby in the cradle and crying loudly, "Didn't you say that man was a god? Then why didn't you save my son!"

Bai Yue was grabbed by the collar and surrounded by a group of people, questioning, "So drinking this stuff won't save our lives, right?"

"Didn't you say you could save us?"

A few more wails came from another row of stretchers. Bai Yue turned his head away and closed his eyes. Those disappointed looks at him were like gouging out bones and flesh, constantly hollowing out his body.

He was thrown to the ground like a torn piece of paper. Qingshan threw the medicine bowl in his hand to the ground with a clang. "I said, in order to save you, his divine power has only gone out and not in."

"Pah!" A young man holding a bowl threw it away. "If he is a god, why did so many people die?"

"He must not have been infected with the disease himself and has no idea how much pain we are suffering!" As these words came out, more and more people began to react.

"God should share our joys and sorrows. Otherwise, how could you do your best to save us?"

Yes, gods look down upon all living things, so how could they really care about the lives of their people? They should drag them all down with them, so that they are all the same.

That's it! They are saved!

These people who knelt down and believed in them surrounded Bai Yue and Qing Shan layer by layer. Some even took up weapons. The greed and cruelty in their eyes were like circles of flames, burning away their original appearance without leaving any embers.

Qingshan's palm had already transformed into a crossbow. Just as they were about to pounce, Baiyue covered the back of his hand, his silver eyes somewhat powerless, "You can't kill people."

"God cannot kill."

Qingshan clenched his fist, the veins on the back of his hand threatening to pop out. Baiyue patted his hand gently, then spoke to the earthy faces before him, "If I can save them, will you believe what we say?"

"Stop playing tricks on me! If you're a god, show us what you can do. You've been trying to fool us for almost three months, and yet everyone's dead!"

"Yes, if there is any divine power, please help us. We just want to survive!"

Qingshan looked at his pale face and asked worriedly, "If it really doesn't work, I still have some divine power."

Bai Yue lowered her head and smiled weakly, "Only Bai Yue has the power of purification."

After saying this, he mobilized the last bit of divine power in his body and sent down a stream of sweet rain towards the sky.

This time, I should be able to balance out the hostility of another half month.

He walked up to the woman with swollen eyes, squatted down, then looked at the skinny baby and put his fingertips to the child's lips. A cut appeared on Bai Yue's fingertips, and a drop of blood dripped onto her lips. The dry lips became plump, and even the gray face was covered with a layer of blood.

The child is crying.

The child is crying?

The child is crying!

Everyone present stared with wide eyes; they witnessed with their own eyes that the child had died.

"God! God! And my old man, please save him!"

"Brother Shenxian, Brother Shenxian, my father is dying, wuwu, please."

"My Lord God, my Lord God, we are all waiting for your help, please save us!"

The crowd that had just surrounded Bai Yue now had a completely different look on their faces, and they all knelt down in front of Bai Yue. The rain soaked their clothes, but the fire in their eyes seemed to be rekindled.

After Bai Yue rescued those people, he turned his back, covered his lips with his hands, and coughed. Qing Shan saw the blood on his palm and was shocked. He immediately took the people aside and said to them, "This rain is a blessing from Lord Bai Yue. It can temporarily eliminate the disease."

People who heard it immediately dispersed, some took the basin, some opened their mouths, and some even took off all their clothes.

Qingshan helped the man back into the house, his tone slightly complaining, "Why do you have to save them? I've seen clearly over the past few months that they are nothing but vampires, ungrateful wolves!"

"You can't say that, Qingshan. Everyone has a chance to survive. They just want to live." Bai Yue wiped his palm clean. Qingshan looked at him, his pupils suddenly dilated. "Bai Yue! Bai Yue, your hair has turned silver again!"

Bai Yue lowered her eyes, her fingertips threading around the ends of her hair, a hint of fatigue flashing across her brows, "Perhaps the divine power can no longer sustain the transformation technique."

"Since you are in this state, you should go back to Canghuang first."

"One day in the wilderness is one year in the human world. If I go back now, they will all die."

"Hasn't Heaven sent other gods yet?"

"Heaven... makes me give up." Bai Yue closed her eyes wearily. "He said that 'life' is about to come, and then death will naturally be reborn."

"Since Heaven has instructed us to do so, let's return to the wilderness as soon as possible."

"Qingshan, have you forgotten that child? If, I mean, we leave, then everyone in this world... will become like her."

Qingshan was silent.

Bai Yue has been thinking about this for the past few months, even when she was eliminating the evil spirit, she would think, if He had not obeyed fate and saved them at the beginning, would everything have turned out like this.

Could it be that the current situation was actually indirectly caused by Him?

The law of heaven is that life will come within a hundred years, but does He want to watch everyone in this world go to their fate?

Why is their fate to die?

You can live, right?

If He only helps a little more, wouldn't their fate be rewritten by Him?

They can live, even if it's just a little longer.