Chapter 271 Taoist Priest Sit Down
After the Taoist priest left, medical staff came to deliver medicines to the old man's house, which made his life more peaceful. Let's not talk about the situation inside.

Xia Ling looked at the monitoring network that was built at an extremely fast speed, and next to him were the video call interfaces of several other major official forces.

Red dots representing the sick people were densely distributed on the four continents, from the southwest to the northwest, and from the northwest to the southeast, forming a strange image.

She exhaled, pointed at the distribution map and said to the others, "Take a look, what does it look like?"

Nia, the master of the Hall of Heroes, touched his shiny head and said, "Is this... a sickle?"

Xia Ling nodded: "This pattern has not changed much since it was formed. It seems to be just for us to see. What do you think of it?"

"Scythe, Death, and Undead?" The rough voice of Volga, the leader of Winter's Wrath, sounded, "The Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse, Death?"

"It's highly likely that it is a Death Knight who can control the source of the disease and absorb life force," Xia Ling rubbed his brows, "otherwise I can't understand why the disease hasn't spread completely until now."

Under normal circumstances, the distribution of diseased plants should be in the form of sheets, blocks, or stars, and not like it is now.

"Provocation, this is a provocation!" Nia said loudly.

"It is a provocation, and an impudent provocation," Xia Ling said. "Whether in reality or in the spirit world, no trace of the Death Knight has been found. There is no spiritual power fluctuation, and no spiritual power peak. It is as if it does not exist at all."

"Our country has now entered a period of heavy militarization, and the public has accepted it well," Volga said. "But if there is no way to eradicate the disease, no matter how good the management is, it will be in vain."

"Our country's research on diseased plants has entered the next stage. The drugs currently produced can temporarily suppress the activity of diseased plants, but there is still no clue about the treatment and purification of diseased plants," said Xia Ling.

"After all, the diseased strains are mixed with both supernatural and real virus forces. They must be eliminated at the same time to be effective. I suggest that the progress of the experiment be announced and shared. Now it is no longer a disaster for one country or one race, but a disaster for the entire world." Nia said.

"agree"

"agree."

"Wait, look!" Volga suddenly shouted.

The sickle-shaped distribution pattern gradually disintegrated, turned into a ball, and spread in all directions. The meaning was clear: the Death Knight could no longer restrain the spread of the disease, and an unprecedented wave of disease was sweeping the world.

"I need to go back and monitor the developments closely, and report any developments immediately." Nia said as he hung up the phone, and Volga also hurriedly left.

Xia Ling sighed and felt his head was getting bigger.

"Director Xia, something's happening."

Meng Wanqiu suddenly ran in.

"What's going on?" Xia Ling turned around suddenly and asked.

"An unidentified participant has been found, Eve!" said Meng Wanqiu.

Pictures began to appear on the screen.

"Just thirty-two minutes ago, a seven-year-old girl was found infected in the urban village of Baihua City. When I detected it, I immediately sent the information to the nearest medical participants." Eve said.

"When the participants arrived, the activity of the virus in the infected people's bodies had weakened, which was caused by taking the medicine distributed to them. However, 21 minutes later, the virus in the infected people's bodies was confirmed dead."

"According to the person involved, a young man who claimed to be from Wendao had arrived before the participants and left a black pill. The infected person's immediate family members gave the pill to the infected person."

"Currently, the diseased strains in the infected person's body have completely disappeared, and there is a phenomenon of vitality returning, but the nearby surveillance has not found any trace of Wen Dao Ren." "According to the logical chain, the character may not call himself Wen Dao Ren, but Wen Dao Ren, the plague of plague."

Pictures appeared one after another, including the little girl's vital signs monitoring, surveillance slices, and the profile of the plague man.

"Perhaps the plague master has some medical knowledge. We can search the big database for traceability comparison," Xia Ling said without much hope. "At the same time, we can collect all the information and find the person."

"In addition, while ensuring their safety, we will conduct pharmacological analysis and drug properties monitoring on the recovered personnel, comfort their families, and keep their identities strictly confidential to avoid any trouble." Xia Ling said. As the first recovered case, and at such a critical juncture, people abroad may have different ideas.

At the same time, the Plague Man's figure appeared in various places.

"The Taoist priest only comes here to do good deeds, so money is not necessary," the plague Taoist waved his hand, "If you have needles and thread, or rags of cloth at home, just give me one."

The woman bit her lip and nodded as she watched her husband getting better. She turned back to the house, searched for a long time, picked up a pair of scissors, and cut the skirt she had bought but had never worn.

"Thank you, Taoist priest. Thank you, Taoist priest." The woman said with tears in her eyes, holding the corner of the cloth.

"Thank you, Taoist priest." The Taoist took the cloth and turned to go to the next house.

Now he no longer looks like an ordinary person, nor does he have the appearance of a young man. His face has become more mature, and a few strands of sweat are flowing out of the pores all over his body.

With one step, he was already a hundred miles away. He saved another person and turned around. The world was within reach.

As he traveled around, traveling throughout Kyushu and China, more and more people were cured.

After thanking the family for saving him, the Plague Taoist turned and left, taking wisps of green plague air into his body. The elixir was fake, but the plague air that was forced into his body was real. If the disease air was not removed, how could the epidemic be resolved?

As he had more and more scraps of cloth in his hands, his figure became more and more dishevelled. His neat and dust-free Taoist robe was gradually stained by the dust from walking and climbing. His black hair gradually turned dry yellow, and as more and more turbid sweat seeped out of his body, his hair became clumps and stuck to his scalp.

The Plague Man raised his arms and a foul stench came over him, as if he had absorbed all the filthy and evil things under the world. His face looked even older, and wrinkles appeared on his cheeks.

When a slight breeze blew, the stench spread for three miles. He was unable to move flexibly. His legs were shrunken and skinny and could no longer support his body. In desperation, the plague man could only use his chicken claw-like hands to break off a branch and use it as a crutch to barely walk.

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In a moment of carelessness, the wooden stick hit a stone and he fell to the ground without any force. He felt a numbing pain and the plague Taoist reached out and wiped it, and a yellow tooth fell into his palm.

"Ho ho."

His laugh was somewhat labored and his voice was a little hoarse.

"A hundred diseases are combined into one person. Now I am the Plague Master, the Lord of Disease."

Since he had fallen, he simply sat down to rest for a while. It happened that someone had thrown a bench with one leg missing a small part, so it was not very flat, which was just right for the plague man.

His legs were one thick and one thin, one long and one short, which were perfect for the low stool. However, no matter how hard he tried to exert force when sitting on it, he felt a little uncomfortable.

The Taoist monk Wen sighed and decided to give up the stool and sit directly on the ground. After all, he was now surrounded by stench and filth, and it was hard to tell which was dirtier, him or the ground!

Just as he was about to move, a piece of soft felt was handed to him and placed under his feet.

"Master, please sit down. I will bring a stool for you."

(End of this chapter)