Transmigrated into a seven-year-old child, my fate is in my own hands, not in the heavens.

It turned out that a few days ago, when it rained heavily, they stayed in a village for a few days. Later, when they were on their way again, Qiaodun accidentally fell into a mud pit. The mud pit was more than three meters high and had more than one meter of water inside.

Qiao Dun fell in, and the water went right up to his head. In the end, He Mu jumped in and pulled him out.

The floodwaters reached He Mu's chest. With great difficulty, He Mu lifted Qiao Dun above his head and let him sit on his shoulders.

It took Zhao Feng and Li Chunhua a great deal of effort to pull Qiao Dun up, and then it started raining again.

Li Chunhua took her two children to shelter from the rain, while Zhao Feng was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan.

As the rain intensified and the water in the pit deepened, reaching up to He Mu's shoulders, he had been submerged for nearly an hour, his face pale and his body trembling.

Just at the critical moment, a few men happened to pass by, and Zhao Feng quickly begged them to save her.

Fortunately, he encountered some kind-hearted people. Without saying a word, the men found a vine as thick as an arm, tied it into a circle, and threw it down so that He Mu could put it in.

It took several men a lot of effort to pull He Mu up.

He Mu developed a fever that night, but it subsided after drinking some water. The next day, the sun came out and he continued on his journey. On the third day, his high fever returned.

I just arrived in Suizhou City and thought I could go into the city to see if I could find a doctor. I didn’t expect that a plague had broken out in Suizhou City and the situation was even more serious than outside.

The group of people had nowhere to stay after entering, so they ended up on the streets. Unexpectedly, He Mu's condition worsened, and they had no money to see a doctor.

People died in the streets every day, and the patrolling soldiers would drag the dead out and throw them away.

That day, He Mu, who was on the verge of death, was found by the patrolling soldiers. They insisted that he was dead and threw him directly onto the corpse transport vehicle.

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"Zhao Lian, you're not going to save Father? If you won't go, I will!" With that, Zhao Feng stood up and ran frantically to the city gate, pounding on it: "Open the gate! Open the gate! Let me out!"

"Who's making such a racket down there!"

On the city wall, a deep male voice coldly rebuked.

Zhao Lian's expression suddenly changed, and she quickly pulled Zhao Feng into a nearby alley.

"Big sister, you wait here for me. I'll go out and check. If he's dead, then burn him. If he's not dead, then I'll think of something else."

Zhao Lian had no choice. After all, He Mu was the original owner's biological father. If she didn't take action this time, Zhao Feng would definitely hate her to death in the future.

Since she had taken over the original owner's body, Zhao Lian's spirit in heaven certainly wouldn't want to see her sisters turn against each other.

Mass graves outside the eastern suburbs

It rained a while ago, but the sun has been shining brightly these past few days. Many of the corpses that were dumped earlier have started to rot and are emitting a foul stench.

Before she even got close, Zhao Lian smelled a stench of rotting corpses, and her stomach churned, causing her to vomit up her breakfast.

When the hearse arrived at their destination, the officers began to get out and prepare to unload the bodies.

Not far away, some disaster victims were secretly observing, hoping to find something good on the dead bodies once the officials left.

Zhao Lian steadied her breathing, put on her mask, and in a flash, arrived at a tree not far away.

Using the trees for cover, Zhao Lian picked up a few pebbles from the ground, narrowed her eyes, and threw the pebbles at the officials.

The pebble struck their pressure points precisely, and the air seemed to freeze; the officials were instantly immobilized.

Zhao Lian has already immobilized the acupoints of these people, but it won't last long; it will release itself in a quarter of an hour. So we need to hurry.

Zhao Lian swaggered out and started circling the hearse.

There were even more hearses today than yesterday, a total of eight, each carrying about ten people stacked on top of each other.

Zhao Lian walked around each car, staring intently at the faces of the people inside.

I vaguely saw He Mu throw it on top, but I checked five or six cars and didn't see it.

Finally, they arrived at the last bus. Zhao Lian spotted He Mu immediately. He Mu's head was tilted to one side, his face was purplish-red, and his eyes were closed.

Seeing his expression, Zhao Lian's heart skipped a beat. It seemed that Zhao Feng was right; He Mu was indeed not dead.

Without delay, Zhao Lian leaped and landed steadily on the carriage, then checked He Mu's breath with her hand.

It was still breathing!

Zhao Lian hoisted He Mu onto her shoulder, jumped off the carriage, and ran for several dozen meters before slowing down.

He Mu's body temperature was frighteningly high; Zhao Lian felt as if she were carrying a burning coal.

Meanwhile, the pressure points on the officials at the mass grave had been released on their own. They seemed to feel as if they had just had a dream, as if their souls had left their bodies, and they were unable to move.

However, no one dared to make a sound, because there were so many wronged souls in this mass grave. If they spoke carelessly, these ghosts would follow them back, and that would be the end of them.

As they got further and further away from the mass grave, Zhao Lian put He Mu down and took the water gourd from her waist to give him a drink.

"Wake up, Mr. He!"

Zhao Lian patted his face and brought the water gourd close to his mouth.

This water is no ordinary thing; it's medicine I bought yesterday at Kangjian Pharmacy. Sun Shangxiang brewed a pot of it this morning and had Zhaolian bring some with her. It's coming in handy now.

I don't know if it will work or not, but I'll drink it first.

He Mu's body temperature was alarmingly high; he was delirious with fever and didn't even open his eyes, only regaining consciousness briefly. He felt something placed near his mouth and immediately opened it.

goo go go go...

He Mu drank half a pot of water in one go, felt the heat in his body dissipate a bit, and finally slowly opened his eyes.

Upon seeing Zhao Lian, He Mu's lifeless eyes suddenly lit up, and he exclaimed in astonishment, "Zhao... Zhao Lian... Am I dead? Am I dreaming?!"

"Pooh!

Zhao Lian said resentfully, "It seems I really did owe you something in my past life, and I'm destined to repay it."

As they were talking, a gust of wind brought a wave of heat. Zhao Lian turned her head and saw flames shooting into the sky over the mass grave. The smell of kerosene mixed with the stench of burning flesh was extremely unpleasant.

Zhao Lian said with a mocking smile, "Can you smell the stench? If I hadn't saved you, you would have been burned by now."

He Mu turned his head and saw flames shooting into the sky, and felt a wave of fear wash over him.

Suddenly, Zhao Lian was drawn to the plants not far away.

Unexpectedly, they found mugwort in this place; there was a patch of mugwort not far from them.

These mugwort plants probably grew after the rain; they grow especially tender and lush after the rain.

It really is true that you can search high and low without finding it, only to have it come to you effortlessly.

This mugwort is a wonderful thing; it can be eaten as a wild vegetable and also used as a traditional Chinese medicine. It's an excellent remedy for clearing heat and relieving exterior symptoms. If used medicinally, the youngest is a bit too tender; the older the better.