Qianqiu searched around but didn't see anyone, but he found a medicine house.
The herbs in the medicine house are growing beautifully, and each plant is in perfect condition.
He helped Yang Xian off his horse and placed him on a pear wood chair.
"It's strange, where are all the people?" Qianqiu stood up straight and called a few words loudly. He only saw birds frightened in the forest and heard someone answer him.
Qianqiu said to Yang Xian: "It seems that there is no one left. No matter how many there are, I will give you some painkillers first."
He searched around the medicine house and soon found a few herbs with suitable taste.
Yang Xian looked at the dilapidated house and said, "Brother Qian, do you feel strange?"
"What's weird?" Qianqiu crushed the herbs and put them into the medicine jar.
Yang Xian said: "This village looks like it has been dilapidated for a long time, but why are the herbs in the medicine house growing so well?"
Qianqiu looked at the herbs in the medicine field, then weighed the herbs in his hand, scratched his head, and said: "Old Yang, if you don't tell me, I haven't thought of it yet. These herbs are extremely delicate. If there is no one to take care of them, will they be damaged?" Maybe he looks so good."
"There are people living here." Yang Xian pointed to the closed door.
Qianqiu couldn't help but feel nervous and looked over.
At this moment, a voice came to mind outside the door.
"Who are you, who dare to pick my medicinal herbs without permission?"
Qianqiu hurriedly looked back and saw a man in ragged clothes walking in with some herbs.
This person's hair was extremely messy and wrinkled, and was stained with various debris, including mud, grass seeds, and some small insect corpses. The face cannot be seen clearly under the cover of hair, but through the gap, one can see that the person is extremely ugly and his face is covered with sores.
Qianqiu couldn't help feeling nauseous. It seemed that this man's clothes had not been washed for a long time. There were so many stains on them that it was impossible to tell what filth was on them.
Yang Xianqiang sat up straight, cupped his hands and said: "Sister, we are disciples of the Eastern Sect. We passed by Guibao Land, and because of injuries on our bodies, we couldn't help but take some herbs from you to treat your illness."
Seeing Mr. Yang being so polite, the visitor smiled softly and said, "You are a little scholar who knows etiquette very well, unlike the boy next to you who looks treacherous."
Upon hearing this, Qianqiu realized that eating Coptis chinensis was unspeakably painful for a mute person. She thought that it was really not appropriate for her to collect the medicine privately. At this moment, she could only let others say a few words.
The owner of the medicine house put down the few herbs in his hand and walked towards Qianqiu.
Qianqiu's eyes watered due to the smell of her body, and she hurriedly took a few steps back: "Just tell me what you have to say."
The owner of the Medicine House held up his long hair on his forehead, exposed his face, looked at Qianqiu and asked, "Do you know something about medicine?"
Qianqiu didn't dare to look at her face and said, "I know a little bit."
The owner of the medicine house nodded and said disdainfully: "You kid, you are not a student of pharmacology."
Qianqiu didn't know what to do for a moment, so she could only nodded slightly.
The owner of the Medicine House walked beside Yang Xian, reached out and touched Yang Xian's wrist, and said, "Did you eat something bad?"
Qianqiu hurriedly stepped forward and said, "Sister, how do you know that my brother has eaten something bad?"
"Take your pulse, you idiot." The owner of the medicine house couldn't help but cursed, "I told you that you are not good at studying medicine, but you are so anxious to jump out and prove that you are indeed incompetent."
Qianqiu asked doubtfully: "Can you diagnose this by taking your pulse? Jue Jue Guo is a tonic pharmacologically speaking."
"Tonic medicine? I think you should try to replenish your brain first." The owner of the medicine house mocked again.
Qianqiu was not angry at all, he just felt that the woman in front of him was not an ordinary person.
The owner of the medicine house took the medicine jar in Qianqiu's hand and said, "You are wasting my medicinal materials. You will only delay his pain for two or three days, and it will not cure him."
"Senior, please give me some advice." Qianqiu said hurriedly after hearing this.
"Don't give me any advice. I told you that it's okay for you to learn a little bit about it, but you're not ready to be a great doctor." The owner of the medicine house looked very impatient.
Yang Xian said: "Senior, then my disease..."
"I can't cure it either." The owner of the medicine house dropped these five words, walked into the wooden house, and then closed the door.
Qianqiu was a little displeased and said, "What if I don't help? How about scolding me like this? Lao Yang, I think this woman doesn't have much ability, otherwise why wouldn't she cure the sores on her face?"
Yang Xian didn't know what to say. He thought for a long time and said to Qianqiu: "Brother Qian, we forgot to ask what happened here."
Qianqiu nodded and said: "It's not easy to see a living person, but I can't get any useful information."
At this time, a message came from inside the house: "If you two can leave, please leave quickly. This is not the place where you should stay."
Yang Xian replied: "Senior, we are disciples of the Eastern Sect. We just want to find out the whole story of one thing."
The door creaked open again. The owner of the medicine house was holding a large medicine jar in one hand and pounding medicine constantly with the other hand.
"What's going on?" asked the owner of the medicine house.
Yang Xian explained the situation in general and the questions in his heart.
When the owner of Yaolu heard this, his face darkened and he said, "This is not your business. Go wherever you like now, don't stay here."
Yang Xian said hurriedly: "Senior, my brother and I just want to figure out the cause and effect of this matter as soon as possible. Otherwise, if this continues, the river will inevitably flow out of Dongfang Mountain and enter the human world. There are so many water ghosts, and we don't know there are any." How many people will suffer."
The owner of Yaolu said without changing his expression: "The people are dead, what does it have to do with me? When something goes wrong, someone will naturally save him."
Qianqiu asked: "Senior, if you are really hard-hearted, why are you refining medicine here alone? I guess you are also trying to save people?"
When the owner of the Medicine House heard this, he couldn't help but smile and said: "My medical skills are terrible, who can I save?"
"This person's heart is wrong." Qian Qiuxin said.
Yang Xian said: "Senior, do you know the origin of those water ghosts?"
The owner of Yaolu thought for a moment, talked for a while, and said: "Since you Easterners are under the banner of saving the world and saving people, there is no harm in telling you two."
"Senior, please give me some advice." Yang Xian and Qianqiu said.
The owner of the medicine house said: "Before I can teach you, I have to suppress the spiritual energy in your body. I'm afraid you might die in my place after listening to it, which is bad luck."
The owner of the Medicine House took out a khaki, smelly pill from his arms and handed it to Yang Xian.
Qianqiu and Yang were hit by the pungent smell and hurriedly covered their mouths and noses.
Yang Xian asked: "Senior, what is this?"
The owner of the medicine house replied: "This pill can help you suppress the spiritual energy in your body for half a month, but whether the spiritual energy will escape after half a month depends on your own luck."
Yang hesitated for a while and then took it.
Qianqiu whispered: "Lao Yang, this can't be some kind of poison, right? How can there be such a smelly antidote?"
Yang Xian shook his head, hesitated for a moment and then said: "Probably not."
The owner of the medicine house heard the conversation between the two and said nonchalantly: "If you are afraid of being poisoned to death, you don't have to eat it."
Yang Xian hesitated again and again, but swallowed the pill, and said in his heart: "Now that things have happened, I feel that the spiritual energy of Jue Jue Guo in my body is getting stronger and stronger. Life or death is a matter of fate, so I will take the gamble."
As soon as the pill was taken into the mouth, the taste changed, from a pungent stench to a refreshing mouth-clearing one.
Yang Xian swallowed and felt that the cultivation base in the cultivation pool began to gather again.
"Lao Yang, how are you? Are you feeling much better?" Qianqiu asked hurriedly.
Yang Xian nodded and said, "Senior is an expert."
Qianqiu finally breathed a sigh of relief, and then thanked the owner of Yaolu.
The owner of the Medicine House waved his hands in disgust and said, "No need to thank me, I hate it when others thank me."
Yang Xian took the lead and said: "Senior, my name is Yang Xian. I wonder how you call me senior?"
"I have no name, so don't tell me." The owner of Yaolu was very impatient when talking to Qianqiu, but once he talked to Yang Xian, he became much gentler.
Although Yang Xian looked at Yaolu's face with some irritation, he still said respectfully: "Thank you, senior, for the rescue."
"I told you, you're welcome. How come you, like that kid, can't understand human language?" The owner of Yaolu glared at Yang Xian.
Qianqiu helped Yang Xian sit down and waited for the owner of Yaolu to explain what happened.
The owner of the medicine house coughed a few times and said: "Actually, I don't know where the source of this thing is. When I came here, something happened in this village."
"Then why do seniors grow medicinal herbs here?" Qianqiu asked.
The owner of Yaolu glanced at Qianqiu and said, "Just because there is no one in the village doesn't mean that I don't know what's going on. This village is called Yishui Village, and just two months ago, a plague broke out here."
"Plague?" Qianqiu asked curiously.
The owner of the medicine house said: "Yes, the plague. This disaster comes suddenly. The infected people will lose their consciousness, cannot distinguish things, and become extremely aggressive. They will scratch and bite anyone they see. As long as they are infected with the plague, they will If bitten and stained with blood, it will turn into a monster that likes to eat human flesh. In less than three days, the entire Yishui Village was infected with the plague."
"This... this is too scary." Qianqiu and Yang Xian sighed.
Yang Xian suddenly thought of something and asked, "Senior, why are you not infected?"
The owner of the medicine house said: "I am born with a poisonous body, and those monsters have no desire to bite me when they see me."
"It is indeed more difficult to swallow." Qianqiu thought to himself as he looked at the woman.
Yang Xian asked again: "Senior, where have all these people gone? After we entered the village, we didn't see anyone except you."
"It is said that everyone in the village ran to Jinguang Village on that mountain." The owner of Yaolu said.
As soon as she finished speaking, she pointed to a mountain not far away.
Yang Xian looked over and said, "Isn't that the Shuiyuan Mountain of the river where the water ghost lurks?"
"That's right. When all the villagers in Yishui Village were infected, they turned into zombies one after another and headed towards the nearby human places. Jinguang Village is the closest village to here." The owner of Yaolu said.
Yang Xian asked cautiously: "Senior, how are the villagers in Jinguang Village doing?"
"I just came back from Jinguang Village. The situation is not optimistic. All those who could run ran away, and the remaining ones who couldn't ran died in Jinguang Village." The owner of Yaolu said.
"Then those water ghosts can't be..." Yang Xian had already thought about where the many water ghosts came from.
"That's right, when the villagers of Jinguang Village escaped, they fell into the water, drowned and turned into water ghosts." The owner of Yaolu said.
When the truth came out, Qianqiu and Yang Xian felt even heavier.
"Where is the Misty City?" Qianqiu asked Yang Xian softly.
Yang Xian also replied in a low voice: "Misty City seems not far from here, and Hewuxia Town is some distance away."
