Nine armored soldiers dug hard with their heads down.

They knew that the Buddha's mantra could cure the plague and were not worried about being infected, so they dug without any scruples. They quickly dug a big hole and did not stop until the black color was exposed.

Chu Xiang looked at the bones and black ashes and nodded: "Master, that should be it."

Yue Minghui nodded vigorously.

Fakong came closer and saw clearly that there were five corpses under the black ashes. The fire did not burn them to ashes, but there were still many bones left.

A gleam of light floated out of the halo in his mind and penetrated into the eyes of the Medicine Buddha statue.

Fakong's eyes changed rapidly. His eyes suddenly became blank and lost focus, as if he was falling into memories.

In fact, his eyes were staring at one of the five corpses, and the scenes of the corpse's life were transformed before his eyes.

The souls of the five people have long since left, and he can only observe and search through the Fate Channel.

Destiny clairvoyance can transcend the gap of time and see what happened in the past, just as clairvoyance can see things in the future.

Fakong quickly searched for information about the plague, how he got sick, what he touched or came into contact with before getting sick.

He looked at the past events of the five corpses one by one, and finally focused on one person, but it was an old woman in black robe.

This old woman in black robe has an ordinary appearance, chicken skin and white hair. She looks like a very ordinary old woman, but wearing black robe always gives people a gloomy feeling.

She spoke to these five people respectively and handed them a package of something, which should be similar to medicinal materials.

After five people boiled it and took it, they started to get sick.

Fa Kong's eyes returned to their original state, he turned around and left: "That's it."

Chu Xiang left with him.

Yue Minghui directed nine people to rebury the big hole, then returned to the outside of the tent to wait for Fakong.

He wanted Fakong to show these nine subordinates whether they were infected with the plague. Although all those things were burned, it might not really burn away the plague.

Fakong had already finished a painting, lifted it up, blew on it, and handed it to Chu Xiang: "Your Majesty, please check this person."

"...I have some impression of this person." Chu Xiang saw the picture and recognized the person in the picture at a glance.

He thought for a while and said, "He is a local doctor who is quite famous among the victims. He has cured many people's diseases."

Fakong nodded: "Ask her to come over."

Chu Xiang picked up the painting and walked out, telling Yue Minghui to find someone.

Fa Kongze came outside the big tent, looked at the nine people, and said with a smile: "It's not infected, don't worry."

"Thank you, Master." The nine people expressed their gratitude.

If the law and emptiness are combined, the gift will be returned.

Chu Xiang laughed and scolded: "You nine are too cowardly. Even if you can succeed, what are you afraid of when the master is here? Go back and continue training."

"Yes." The nine people responded loudly and ran away.

"Your Majesty." Yue Minghui came in a hurry, his expression ugly.

Chu Xiang knew something was wrong as soon as he saw his face: "Where is the person? Can't find anyone? She is just a doctor, not a martial arts master."

"My lord, she is gone."

"Speak clearly!" Chu Xiang frowned.

"Three days ago, this old woman disappeared. No one saw her again. They thought she had contracted the plague and died."

"She's not dead." Chu Xiang shook his head.

He has seen every person who died.

But there is no old woman in black robe here.

"That means she slipped away quietly." Yue Minghui said, "But it's not that easy, right? My lord, maybe she is really a martial arts master."

Three days ago, the camp for the victims had been sealed off, and soldiers were not allowed to enter or leave. It was impossible for ordinary people to escape.

Only a martial arts master can escape without anyone noticing.

"...Slip away!" Chu Xiang's face was gloomy.

Is this a guilty conscience or something else?

I thought the camp was airtight, but there was still a leak. If this old woman went to the city and talked nonsense, she would be in trouble.

What's even more frightening is that if she is really the murderer, if she enters the city and spreads the plague, it will be impossible to prevent her!

The more he thought about it, the uglier his face became.

Yue Minghui's burly body bowed slightly, lowered his head and said: "Your Majesty, how about we go after him?"

"Where to chase?" Chu Xiang said coldly.

Yue Minghui said: "We also have top tracking experts in the army. Let them chase, and they will definitely be able to catch up!"

"Can you find her belongings?" Chu Xiang asked.

Yue Minghui nodded vigorously: "I found the medicine pestle she used. It should be contaminated with her breath, so I can trace it."

"……Try it."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Yue Minghui strode out.

Chu Xiang turned to look at Fakong and said helplessly: "Master, could the murderer be this old woman?"

"If nothing else happens, it should be her."

"Is this plague deliberately spread by someone?" Chu Xiang said with a gloomy face: "It is completely unconscionable and inhumane!"

Fakong sighed and nodded.

The darkness of the human heart is beyond imagination.

"We must catch her!" Chu Xiang said solemnly.

This time, Master Fakong was here, and with good luck, the plague was eliminated in time.

But what about elsewhere?

If this vicious old woman spreads her message in other places, I'm afraid she won't have the good luck here in Shenjing.

I don’t know how many people will die!

Thinking of this, he was extremely anxious.

"Your Majesty, let me also take a look at the old woman's belongings."

"Yue Minghui!"

"exist."

"Go and get the old woman's belongings."

"yes."

Yue Minghui moved quickly. After a while, an armored soldier came in carrying a bluestone medicine pestle, and another armored soldier brought a roll of quilt.

Fakong looked at it and nodded: "Invite the masters in the army who are good at tracking."

Chu Xiang glanced at Yue Minghui.

Yue Minghui stepped out of the tent, stood at the entrance and shouted loudly.

“Daytime fun!”

"arrive!"

"Sun Wubing!"

"arrive!"

"Get over here."

"yes."

Yue Minghui shouted and brought two middle-aged armored sergeants into the tent and stood in front of Fa Kong.

Fakong looked at these two people.

These two armored sergeants were plain-looking and had pure eyes. They were obviously not capable of playing tricks.

Moreover, their eyes were curious, not respectful or shy, and they were obviously not that keen on power. According to the previous life, they were technical talents.

Fakong pointed at the medicine pestle and the quilt respectively, and asked them to use their breath to perform tracking magic to see if they could catch them.

He used his clairvoyance to observe the two of them.

The two of them did not even greet Chu Xiang, and began to perform miraculous skills with solemn expressions.

One of them touched the medicine pestle with his hand, and the other sniffed the bedding with his nose.

Yue Minghui stared at them nervously.
To be continued...