Jue Tongjun raised his head again, with a hint of hope in his eyes: "I heard you say when you came in, are you Mr. Bai Wuque's junior brother?"
He Nanshan nodded and told the truth: "Senior brother Bai Wuque and I both came from the sect of Master Lu Shanling, the sage of Guishan."
Jue Tongjun has heard of the name Guishan Sage. It is said that this person has superb medical skills, but he does not like to be contaminated by the secular world. He lives in the mountains and rivers and rarely appears in the world.
Unexpectedly, Bai Wuque actually learned from this person. His personality is far different from Lu Shanling's, but this He Nanshan has some of the rumored demeanor.
However, He Nanshan came to the lower world at this time and immediately asked about the situation of the blood mist, so he was naturally a helper. And when talking to him, a mysterious aura of the Xuanhui was vaguely revealed, and it seemed that he had already obtained the Xuanhui before his senior brother.
Jue Tongjun combined many ideas and quickly understood Henan Mountain.
"Sir, if it is convenient, I would like to know more information about the blood mist." Suddenly, He Nanshan said seriously.
Jue Tongjun immediately came back to his senses and nodded repeatedly: "Of course you can. I also admire the disciples of Guishan Sage's disciples very much."
With that said, he led He Nanshan to the table.
There were long Paulownia wood desks on both sides, with information about the blood mist scattered on them. The edge of the table with auspicious cloud-like tilts at both ends is turned inward, and a lot of the paint on it has been worn away.
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Another day later, riding on the turbulent water, the boat shot straight down like an arrow from the string, and had already traveled nearly half a mile.
Bai Wuque was on the way with a rowing expert brought by the Wine League. If it hadn't been for this person, he might have taken a long time to arrive on his own.
The place he was going to was the source of the terrifying blood mist rumored to be.
The blood mist caused more and more deaths, and he could no longer bear his temper. If this matter can be solved smoothly, why should he worry about not being admired by his master, and why should he not be full of fame?
In the villages passing by along the road, dazzling white flags fluttered in the blood. The crying was intertwined with the ghostly cries that seemed to be absent for a long time, making him anxious and helpless.
There were no blue waves in front of me, and the water reflected the blood-red sky, as if I was surrounded by blood stains.
The expert rower had been busy for days, and due to the effect of the blood mist, he was becoming more and more tired and weak, and the speed of the boat gradually dropped.
Bai Wuque was panting in the cabin. There were no curtains on both sides, and he could clearly see the hard work of the rowing masters.
"Yan Yang, pay attention to the nearby villages. Let's rest before leaving." Although he was anxious, considering the state of being a good rower, he decided to take a rest first.
The expert rower named Yan Yang turned his head sleepily and nodded in response to the deputy leader's instructions.
When the two of them looked forward again, they discovered that there seemed to be signs of a village not far ahead. Yan Yang's energy suddenly rose, he stretched out his sore arms, grabbed the oar and rowed hard in that direction.
Bai Wuque looked at him and sighed secretly.
Not long after, the boat moored on the shore, and Bai Wuque and the two walked straight to the village over there.
The soil underfoot was wet and a little sticky. It seems that it has rained here, but the air is full of blood mist, and you can't smell the refreshing smell of "an empty mountain after a new rain".
The two walked along the winding dirt road to Zhuangtou. Only a few scattered houses were seen, and there were almost no people on the streets.
A rather large locust tree at the head of the village also looked a little gloomy at the moment. Bai Wuque touched its chapped trunk, lowered his head and sighed, and walked into Zhuangzi with Yan Yang.
Looking around at the end of the field of vision, no villager appeared anywhere that could be seen.
Bai Wuque thought for a while, and when he heard voices of conversation in a house not far away, he had no choice but to step forward and knock on the door tentatively.
Knocking on the door several times made a crisp sound. There was a tapping sound coming from the house, as if a woman was coming to open the door for them.
Then came the pull of the door latch, and the rotten wooden door slowly opened. What came face to face was the face of a haggard woman, and there was an unpleasant smell of rancidity.
"Wow... I'll go." Yan Yang quickly covered his nose, waving his strong arms and took a few steps back.
Bai Wuque frowned. After all, he has studied medicine since he was a child and is proficient in pharmacology. This smell...should come from the rotting corpses in the house.
The woman turned a deaf ear to Yan Yang's rudeness and her eyes were empty: "Who are you?"
Looking at the still young woman in front of me, she has become like this. It is definitely inseparable from the blood mist. Bai Wuque then slightly cupped his hands and directly reported his intention: "I, Bai Wuque, came here to relieve the disaster of blood mist, and came here to make trouble on the way..."
However, before he finished speaking, he saw a flash of light in the woman's eyes.
"You, are you the one from the legend, Bai Wuque?" The woman was obviously extremely surprised and half-believing, "That...that person who created some powerful antidote?"
Obviously, the woman only picked up on Bai Wuque's deeds and didn't remember them very clearly. However, the fact that his name is known even in such a remote place shows that Bai Wuque's reputation is real.
Bai Wuque actually reported his name first, just to test it out, but he didn't expect that he would be right on the first try.
He happily glanced sideways at Yan Yang next to him, with a rather proud face on his face. Yan Yang had never doubted the prestige of the deputy leader, but when he saw him suddenly looking at him, he smiled honestly in return.
"Ahem, that's right." Bai Wuque coughed slightly, then turned around and admitted.
Suddenly, when the woman heard Bai Wuque's words, her atrophied spirit suddenly became much brighter.
She trembled with her legs, stepped forward, grabbed his sleeve, and started crying miserably: "Doctor Bai, Shenxian Bai, please save our child!"
Two lines of thick tears rolled down her cheeks and the tips of her hair, and her face was distorted by a sad expression, which looked unbearable.
Bai Wuque tentatively glanced into the room, only to see a tattered quilt with exposed cotton wadding draped on the loess kang.
The chaos inside seemed to wrap around the human form, and the smell of rotting corpses probably came from there.
Bai Wuque frowned: "Your children, most likely..."
The woman looked up and saw that Bo Wuque was looking closely at the quilt at home. She begged repeatedly and explained in a panic: "Well, that's not our child. That's my father-in-law...he, he left three days ago."
The woman was afraid that he wouldn't believe him, so she opened the door to the widest range. Suddenly, the stench surged forward, and Yan Yang, who was following behind, almost vomited.
Bai Wuque held back the pungent smell and took a look inside. It turned out that her child was hiding on a small bench behind the door. He looked about seven or eight years old, and his little face was all sickly sallow.
He is a little boy, but he looks very timid. He saw two unfamiliar uncles outside the door, timidly dragging the small bench and retreating, their eyes widened and they said nothing.
