Under the bronze-cast Xuanyue Temple, the Xuanyue Temple, was still neatly lying on the ground.

The disciples of Xuanyue Temple were still boiling pots of medicine, and the smell of medicine was emitted from the smoked walls.

The summer was already hot, and a disciple's body swayed slightly and fell down.

"Tanqi!"

The disciple next to him quickly helped Sanqi to a cool place. As soon as he fed Sanqi a little water, Sanqi just kept the fire in the stove and then turned off.

The disciple quickly put down the water bowl, picked up Panax notoginseng's fan and quickly stirred the fire at the stove.

Sanqi leaned against a cooler wall with shade on her head, and Sanqi's hands were placed on the cold roots.

Suddenly, the soil under the roots of the tree moved, and an extremely inconspicuous little dark red bug emerged from the soil.

The insect lingers on Sanqi's hands for a few times, then crawls down from Sanqi's hands.

Along the corner of the corridor, the dark red insects quickly crawled forward and quickly crawled under the copper-cast mysterious moon.

The dark red bug crawled onto a patient who was infected with the epidemic and was unconscious.

The man had a pale face and thin skin, with only a layer of skin like an old tree bark, tightly wrapped around the bones in his arms.

The dark red bug bit the man's thin skin without hesitation and entered.

I saw a small bag bulging under the skin. The bug drilled into the inner side of the man's arm along the ulna, and the humerus drilled upwards through the man's neck.

The patient lying on the ground gently raised a small sarcoma in his eyelids, and then the sarcoma rolled towards the Baihui point in the human head and disappeared.

The process was extremely fast, until the dark red insect penetrated into the Baihui acupoint, and the patient lying on the ground twitched slightly, and then returned to calm in an instant.

In the soil beside Sanqi, hundreds of small insects crawled out of the soil and moved quickly along the corner of the blackened corridor wall. Like the bug just now, hundreds of small insects crawled into the patients' arms.

The red, tiny meniscus pattern gradually takes shape on the arms, and the pattern of the Northern Yin Fire Evil can be vaguely seen on the neck.

The corridor was filled with the strong bitter taste of medicine, covering up the slightest bloody smell.

The disciples of Xuanyue Temple traveled back and forth between the temple, and no one noticed the strangeness under his feet.

What's more, there are only a few hundred bugs. There are already many mosquitoes and flies in summer, so who can notice such a little bug?

He just boiled the medicine by the disciple who was resting beside Sanqi Fudao. He poured a whole pot of medicine into the bucket and pushed the cart to the temple.

He scooped a spoonful of medicine from the medicine barrel into the medicine bowl and helped up the head of a patient lying on the ground.

This disciple was kind-hearted. Although these patients were already terminally ill, they could not say a complete sentence except to moan. But the disciple still had to say a few words to these patients.

The disciple blew the medicine and then handed the pill to the patient's mouth: "Try it, this is a new prescription. Several experts have come these days, and we are saved by Fufeng. You all have saved it, come and be careful to burn it."

A bowl of black medicine slowly poured into the patient's mouth.

The disciple was a little happy. He could finish a bowl of medicine, which means that his condition was getting better. He calmed down for the patient: "Old man, if you persist for a while, you will get better soon."

As soon as he finished speaking, the old man suddenly opened his eyes.

The disciple was frightened.

The old man turned his head and looked at the disciple with a wooden face.

After the disciple came to his senses from the initial shock, he felt happy.

This patient seems to be very happy?

The disciple turned his head and shouted to the pharmacy: "Sect Master! Sect Master! There are people here..."

Before he finished speaking, a severe pain came from his back, a smell of sweetness came from his throat, and the second half of the sentence was stuck.

The disciple lowered his head, and there was nothing unusual on his chest, not even a trace of blood. But his white clothes on his back were soaked with blood.

The old man's thin fingertips penetrated into the disciple's back. Half of his fingers were inserted into the disciple's back.

The bug crawled past the old man's skin, climbed through his temple, fell along his neck to his arms, and then crawled directly into the disciple's body through the fingers embedded in the disciple.

The disciple felt a sharp pain in his internal organs, and there seemed to be a fire in his body burning out his organs. His eyes were blood-red, and he cut off half of the old man's arm with the last trace of reason.

The originally blurry Northern Yin Fire Evil between the old man's neck, which had broken his arm, gradually became clear. He fell into the Blood Boss and staggered to support the ground with one hand and got up from the ground.

The disciple endured the pain and fought his best, stumbled towards the pharmacy.

His eyes were blood red, and the whole world seemed to be stained with blood, but there was a voice still wandering in his mind, supporting his last trace of reason.

He walked under the mysterious moon and walked by the thousands of patients of the Holy Highness.

Two more patients sat up from the ground where he passed.

But he didn't have time to care, he only knew that he was going to see Yuan Longbone.

"metropolitan……"

"metropolitan……"

He never felt that the road from the temple to the pharmacy was so far away, so far that he felt that he had lived his whole life.

The road turned out to be so long. When he walked in and saw Yuanlong Bone, he had forgotten why he wanted to find Yuanlong Bone and who he was.
Chapter completed!