Looking at the innocent child, Bo Wuque sighed.
After all, what is said about medicine is benevolence. In addition to being competitive, he is also benevolent. Seeing such a tragic situation, he naturally couldn't bear it and felt great compassion.
"...Okay. I'll show him. You call other people with this disease in the village and find a clean house for my brother to rest." Bai Wuque made a decision and ordered in a non-committal tone. .
When the woman heard that her child had been saved, tears immediately filled her eyes. She hurriedly nodded in agreement and ran out of the house with the joy of hope to tell the village elders.
Standing at the door, looking at the woman's crazy-looking back, Bai Wuque sighed deeply.
After a while, many villagers lined up in an abandoned cowshed at the entrance of the village.
Relying on the warm hay and bluestone mortar behind his back, Bai Wuque carefully diagnosed them one by one. Although there is no way to cure the damage caused by the blood mist, following pharmacology can at least help them extend their lives.
Bai Wuque had also researched blood mist before, but unfortunately gained little. This time he was able to understand the pathology in detail, and combined with his previous experience, he gradually found the way.
"Turn around." He ordered the patient sitting on the stone bench in front of him, his eyes meticulous.
By diagnosing these patients, he discovered that what they all had in common was abnormal aging of the body and internal organs. Although there is no specific point of destruction, if it is placed on the frail elderly and children, their own fragility will exacerbate the arrival of death.
Thinking about his own experience, it is no wonder that he felt chest tightness, shortness of breath, and weakness in his limbs.
"I see..." He murmured in a low voice, his vision blurring and clearing at times.
The long queue behind the villagers was bustling with people, all praising Bo Wuque's magical powers and benevolence. But at this time, Bai Wuque turned a deaf ear. If it were normal times, he might not be able to tell how excited he would be.
The sky was hazy, and layers of clouds had gathered outside the blood mist. The moisture is drifting, and it looks like it's going to rain again.
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The lower world is shrouded in a blood mist crisis, death follows like a shadow, and trembling dominates the earth.
But in the deepest cave in Fangtian, within the long roll of animal skin, the huge throne, the dark figure has disappeared.
Outside the cave, there is only the cold wind and snow in the sky, filled with snowfields and wolf smoke, and covered with layers of dead grass, unchanged forever.
There is one side of the sky, the end of the Tianzhu, nine places away from the motherland, and low hills and valleys shaped like worshipers, outlining a natural gathering shape.
From where thousands of clouds come out, the distant sky is the top of the golden and auspicious clouds. Jiu Di Li Mu Yuan is to the west of the rumored Yitian Sumen. Although the two are not connected, they look at each other from a distance, as if the universe is at peace.
And on the top of the distant hills, the wind is hunting. One person looked at him with disdain, as if he were the overlord of the world.
Heaven and earth shrank into two small dots in his pupils. Wherever he pointed, the world seemed to be under his control, contained in his dark, hairy palms.
Behind him, the suppressed black light jumped from time to time. Like a black python that swallows the sky and the earth, it is secretly spitting out messages in the dark, waiting for an opportunity to move.
Clouds are arranged in ridges, and the golden glow in the distant sky is already quite dim. Ghostly Xiao Changyuan stood here for a long time, watching the clouds gathering and dispersing with his own eyes, as if he were as changeable and fragile as life.
There was no turning back for him. Ever since he left the cave where he had been imprisoned for countless years and that bitter cold land, he could no longer look back.
"...Eight hundred years. Finally, it's about to begin."
His voice was hoarse, but it had a vigorous and sad tremor.
Looking at the direction of Jiudi away from the motherland, it is the road to doom that is very close at hand. Blood mist is his first gift, accompanied by the blood curtain of eternal night, bones and death.
There were numerous bones. The last time he saw it with his own eyes, the people dying around him were members of his own clan.
The same blood curtain covered the sky and the sun, and the eyes seemed to be stained with blood. Drops of blood flowed down the broken bones everywhere, moistening the soil.
The thunder is still rolling in the ears, carrying the deepest anger of the elves.
Yes, he's back.
"I have accumulated eight hundred years of blood debt. Now I want the human race to pay for it one by one."
His teeth were about to grind to pieces as he spread out his black and red aura, suddenly shattering the hills, causing sand and rocks to fly in an instant, and his figure disappeared among the collapsed rocks.
The anger of the elves has returned, bringing with it the debt of the bloodiest genocide nearly a thousand years ago.
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Thunder and lightning flashed, and blood rain drifted. The sky has never been darker than before, and thousands of horses are silent, shrouded in chaotic blood mist and black clouds.
The strong wind swept across and suddenly blew open the door of Qiongtian Palace. In an instant, a sharp white light burst out, and the sky in the distance seemed to be split apart.
The heavy rain rushed into the floor, and the ground was covered with dark red water stains. The documents and papers on Jue Tongjun's desk were blown away, everything was so unprepared.
"Sir!" Several guards came running from the back hall, holding their spears and halberds tightly in their hands, although they didn't know what would happen.
Jue Tongjun was lying on the ground picking up fallen papers, his face a little gloomy. Upon seeing this, the guards stepped forward to help and quickly took back the information.
Jue Tongjun patted the dust on it, folded it several times and handed it to a guard, asking him to keep it for safekeeping.
The guards left in response, and Jue Tongjun turned around and looked at the vision outside the door, his face uncertain.
Such a situation... everything happened too suddenly.
Suddenly, I heard the strong wind sweeping the ground outside, and a "crash" sound of smashing bricks and tiles came from the direction of the roof. It seems that the strong wind blew away the glazed tiles on the roof. This time it seems really not optimistic.
"Sir, what's wrong?" He Nanshan ran quickly from his pharmacy, holding a medicine scale in his hand.
Seeing everyone's nervous expressions, Jue Tongjun tried his best to stay calm and shouted to the people behind him: "Don't panic, everyone, deal with it with caution."
However, this sentence is actually of little help to them. To be honest, even he had not heard the slightest information before. With the strange phenomena in the world at the moment, it was obvious that... something bad was about to happen.
Thick clouds rolled rapidly across the sky, and the darkness seemed like an undercurrent. The blood mist was visibly twisting and turning into a soup-like haze, which made people feel like their stomachs were churning and nauseated.
After the Qiongtian Temple, the Tianzhu, outlined by the peaks, also dimmed for the first time and was obscured by the holy energy.
The mountain rain is long, dripping with the terrifying blood rain. The hurricane is brewing in the mountain stream, making rapid and bizarre roars, sometimes like a baby crying, sometimes like a tiger severing its throat.
There was no sound from the surrounding creatures, as if they had all turned into a hell of bones. The wind and rain are miserable, all in order to welcome the evil demon of resentment from a long time ago.
The rain and mist were swaying, and a pair of footsteps came again after a lifetime, walking leisurely, as if they were alone in the world.
Suddenly, a yellow paper umbrella came over and gently covered his head.
Then came the same familiar steps, stepping on the muddy road. He reached out and grabbed the paper umbrella that floated over first, and moved to the side of the shadow master.
