"Go away!" Brother Li roared in the room, "Go away quickly! I beg you, brother, I don't want you to see me in this horrible state. I don't want you to be infected with the disease... Let's go quickly."
There was a hint of crying in the voice of such a tough guy like him.
Ruyi didn't call the door again. She stood at the door with her hands on the wooden door, and the wooden thorns grown over time hung upside down on her fingertips.
But she secretly made up her mind to find a solution.
If this strange disease is not cured, the people of Jimo will never be at ease. Not to mention Jimo, other cities may also be affected.
The refugees were scattered, and there were too many people fleeing. There were only two guards at the city gate, and it was impossible to check them one by one. If the people who had just been infected got mixed up in the crowd, the consequences would be disastrous.
Ruyi returned to the Chu Mansion and told others not to go out. She asked Wan'er for a small silver mirror to put on her body so that she could check herself at any time.
Before she left, she did not tell anyone where she was going. She knew that once she did, Master Ningwu would not let her go alone because of his waiting temper. If everyone went together, the danger would be too great. Who knows what would happen?
Not everyone will contract a strange disease. She cannot be the "Second Young Lady" of the Chu family for nothing. No matter what, she must ensure the safety of the young master and leave a heir for the Chu family.
After everything was ready, she took the Changfeng Sword and flew towards the more remote Yizhuang.
The so-called Yi Zhuang refers to a place where unburied coffins are temporarily stored.
In the past, the Yizhuang in Jimo City was only provided to poor people or foreigners who died away from home. But when too many people died, the people spontaneously placed all the corpses of those who died of diseases in the Yizhuang.
As soon as he approached Yizhuang, Ruyi smelled a stench that hit his head.
She stopped, pulled off a piece of thin cloth from the corner of her clothes and tied it around her face.
The sky and the earth are all the same color, a dull and airless dark gray.
The moisture evaporated, forming a mist that hung around Yizhuang, making the place where people were put to death even more spooky.
The few crooked-neck trees in front of Yizhuang did not sprout buds and seemed to be completely dead. The vines were tangled, telling the story of desolation.
There are dead vines, old trees and dusky crows, but what comes to mind is not the next line in the poem, "little bridges and flowing water, people's homes", but the stench of diseased corpses... The same scene, but a completely different mood and situation.
"Wow! Wow! Wow!"
Ruyi looked up following the sound and found several crows hovering in the sky. They had black feathers and red eyes, and they looked a bit strange.
Seeing Ruyi, the crows vying for the flesh of the dead stopped fighting and all dropped the dead flesh from their mouths and flew into the sky.
The sky is filled with black feathers that block out the sun, and their movements are uniform as if commanded by someone.
Ruyi felt a little uneasy, and she took a step back slightly, only to see the crows in the sky also moving with her.
She couldn't help but think about it, the crows folded their wings, kicked back their legs and swooped down like sharp arrows.
The crows were so fast and numerous that Ruyi had never imagined. It was too late to draw her sword when they were charging down. Those crows were all-pervasive, with their sharp beaks and claws, and there was no guarantee that they would not peck her face, or even blind her.
caught her eyes...
Ruyi still thought of a way to deal with it. When the crow flew closer, she prepared to use her true energy to protect her body. She used Qinggong to distance herself from the crow and then struck each other with swords.