Song Yizhi stretched out his head to take a look, then retracted his head to look at Ye Chao.
"This well should be the water intake point for this area," Song Yizhi said.
Poisoning from a well can indeed lead to widespread poisoning, and there is likely to be something wrong with the well.
Ye Chao dropped the barrel on one side and after a while pulled the rope to pull up the barrel filled with water.
Looking at the turbid well water in the barrel, Ye Chao and Song Yizhi frowned at the same time.
This water is really turbid.
Ye Chao reached out and picked up some water, then lowered his head and drank some.
When Song Yizhi was about to imitate Ye Chao and test the poison, Ye Chao spilled the water in his hand on the ground and said, "You are not allowed to drink it."
Under Ye Chao's gaze, Song Yizhi silently retracted his outstretched hand.
Seeing that Song Yizhi became more honest, Ye Chao reached out his hand again and picked up some water.
"There's no peculiar smell, it's even a little sweet." After Ye Chao finished speaking, he drank a little more to taste, "It's indeed sweet, but not as sweet as well water."
Song Yizhi was really curious, but under Ye Chao's gaze, she gave up her plan to try it.
"Have you any thoughts?" Song Yizhi asked.
Ye Chaojiang looked at the well water flowing through his fingers and said, "Yes."
Song Yizhi raised his eyebrows slightly.
"This poison is called blazing poison. People who are poisoned will have a high fever and eventually die of high fever." Ye Chao looked at Song Yizhi, "Ordinary doctors can't tell the difference at all and will just treat it as a normal high fever."
Song Yizhi looked at Ye Chao, who looked serious.
"But this blazing poison is different from the previous blazing poisons. It's like the two poisons are mixed together. This is where I find it tricky." Ye Chao said.
Song Yizhi raised her hand to her forehead, and smoothed her frown with her fingers.
"Another kind of poison should have a sweet taste..." Ye Chao really couldn't think of what it was, so he said, "Let's go and take a look."
Song Yizhi responded.
After leaving the well, Song Yizhi and Ye Chao continued to investigate the situation in this cramped place.
"Zap, he must have brought the disease!"
"Kill him! Beat him to death! Beat this half-demon to death. If only he were dead, my brother would be fine!"
"Beat him to death! Crush him to death!"
…
The childish voice can hardly conceal the malice.
Ye Chao was attracted by the half-demon in these children's voices. He followed the sound and Song Yizhi followed behind.
In a dirty cul-de-sac, four or five eight- or nine-year-old boys surrounded a child, punching, kicking, throwing stones, and swearing.
Ye Chao and Song Yizhi saw the child on the ground with his face covered in blood. He held his head tightly in his hands and huddled up.
Song Yizhi raised his hand and used his spiritual power to push the four or five children aside.
The boys were pushed away by irresistible force.
As soon as they turned around, they saw a man and a woman at the entrance of the alley. The two people were neatly dressed and had an impeccable temperament, which was incompatible with this dirty place.
An older boy looked at Ye Chao and Song Yizhi, his eyes full of vigilance and fear, but he still mustered up the courage to ask, "Who are you?"
"Doctor." Ye Chao's cold voice sounded.
A few boys were afraid of Ye Chao's indifference. They huddled together, with uncontrollable fear and wariness in their eyes.
"Let's go." Song Yizhi said.
Several little boys looked at each other and finally ran away.
Ye Chao and Song Yizhi stepped on the uneven ground and walked in.
Looking at the boy lying motionless in the puddle, a stream of spiritual power fell towards him.
After a moment, Ye Chao withdrew his spiritual power and said in a cold voice, "It's a half-demon."
The little boy on the ground opened his eyes with some difficulty when he heard the movement and looked over. One of his eyes was blood red and the other was brown.
Song Yizhi responded. She walked up and bent down slightly, "Child, can you get up?"
The little boy looked at Song Yizhi warily. His body moved slightly and it touched the wound on his body. He couldn't help but take a breath of pain.
"Song Yizhi, this is a half-demon." Ye Chao said quietly.
Song Yizhi looked back at Ye Chao and said with a smile, "Are you afraid that I will pity him?"
"It's not that you're afraid, you're just showing mercy now." A clear voice sounded from Ye Chao.
Song Yizhi looked at Ye Chao's slightly cold and worried look, rolled his eyes and smiled, "This is not pity, he is half a human and a child."
She couldn't tell Ye Chao that she had been saved by a half-demon. Just like this child, because of a small favor from her, she did not hesitate to distract those immortal cultivators when they came to kill her. In the end,
Burned alive.
She has received so much kindness and help from strangers, and those people have taught her that she should always have kindness in her heart.
Therefore, she has more compassion and patience towards these ordinary people.
Ye Chao knew that he could not defeat Song Yizhi, so he said quietly, "Let's go."
Song Yizhi stood up, threw a porcelain bottle on the ground, then turned around and left with Ye Chao.
Ye Chao pretended not to have seen Song Yizhi's actions and left the alley with her.
After the two left, the little boy on the ground struggled to reach out and grab the porcelain bottle. His scarred hands held the porcelain bottle tightly.
Just when he was about to pour out a pill, an illusory black shadow appeared in the alley.
Xuying looked at the little boy curled up on the ground with a look of respect. Then, Xuying quickly approached and inserted the sharp blade into the little boy's body.
The little boy stared at the phantom with wide eyes, his blood-red pupils gradually dilated.
"Pfft."
The shadow pulled out the blade, and the little boy fell to the ground, with dirty water splashing all over his face.
Then, a bloody light quickly floated into the distance.
When the phantom achieves its goal, it disappears.
…
at the same time.
Demonic world, demonic palace.
There were two rows of demons standing in the empty hall. Their faces were either charming or strange and terrifying.
These high-status demons were like quails at this time, holding their breath one by one to reduce their sense of existence, and the silence in the palace was oppressive.
The man on the throne raised his hand to support his forehead. He looked at the obedient Demon King and Demon General below with indifferent eyes.
"Continue." The low, emotionless voice was too cold and harsh.
The demon king who was standing in front to report back had trembling legs. He suppressed his fear and spoke respectfully, "Reporting to the demon lord, Xu Xiuli of the Weapon Refining Sect has died suddenly. The cause of death is unknown, and the half-dragon is also missing."
After the words fell, the Demon King knelt straight on the ground, his face full of fear, "Demon Lord, spare my life!"
"Is this the result of your many years of arrangements?" an indifferent voice sounded.
At the most critical moment, Xu Xiuli, a key chess piece, suddenly died suddenly, and the half-dragon disappeared. These wastes are really capable.
The Demon Lord's burly body was trembling.
The Demon Lord moved his hand, and when he was about to send this wine and rice bag to meet the previous Demon Lord, a red light flew in from outside the palace and fell into his eyebrows.
The Demon Lord frowned slightly.
The broken soul returned to its original place.
The next second, the memories attached to the soul flooded into my mind.
After digesting the memory, a red mark appeared between the Demon Lord's eyebrows, like a beauty mark.
"Song Yizhi has arrived at the Weapon Refining City." The Demon Lord saw a familiar person from the memory of the soul. He glanced at the demons below indifferently, "After the Weapon Refining Masters Conference is over, I want to see her body.
"
Xu Xiuli's death is probably closely related to Song Yizhi.
The demons responded one after another.
There was a glitch, and the Demon Lord stopped taking action. The Demon Lord managed to save his life and live the rest of his life.