I wanted to embrace my master and return home

What is the rain?

What kind of rain is it?

Yu Shubai has never experienced it, but only read a few words from the Xuanmen history books: "Where the rain passes, the earth corrodes, trees fall and walls collapse, people have pus and sores all over their bodies, and demon marks are all over them. It is extremely terrifying."

Floating abscesses.

The middle-aged servant who came back from chopping wood was sitting in front of him, his trouser legs lifted up were muddy and had just been rinsed off, revealing noisy leg hair and some red sores, extending from the ankle to the socket of the leg, looking like ordinary eczema, but every time One was full of pus, and many were scratched.

"It's itchy, young master, the sores on my little legs started a few days ago. I thought they were bitten by poisonous insects, but I didn't care about it after applying grass juice. Who knows that there are more and more sores. I went to the medicine hall and prescribed medicine It's so itchy, it's infected some of the guys in the kitchen."

The firewood chopping servant said with a bitter face, but he was thinking in his heart, usually we low class people don't see anyone come to see us when we are sick, why is the young master here in person today?

"The medicine hall can't cure it?" Yu Shubai frowned slightly.

"Yes, Young Sect Master, you should stay away and be careful..." The disciple behind him took a step back silently.

"I don't know why, since I got these rashes, it's hard to go to work in the field, because it's been raining for the past few days, and whenever I get wet with rain, I feel very itchy." The woodcutter said ashamedly.

When it gets in the rain, it gets itchy.

There is no rain that hits the body itchy, unless...

Yu Shubai leaned against the rattan chair with a chill on his back, and the last bit of luck in his heart was gone. The evil spirits that attacked him in recent days made him feel like he had a serious illness. Pale and bloodless.He who has always been calm, only one sentence is circling in his mind at this moment: What should we do?

Yeah, what should I do, what should I do in this situation?

It was raining in Qi Shi's sky, but Yu Bowen didn't know it, and stubbornly believed that it was just an ordinary mountain disaster, and it was good to escape for a while.

"Where is grandfather?" Yu Shubai thought that he hadn't seen him for three days.

"Old Yu seems to be in retreat and went to the palace."

"..." Yu Shubai's mind went blank, he didn't know what to ask or what to say.

Until a disciple came in from the door, holding a porcelain box in his hand: "Young Sect Master, this is what Young Master Gu entrusted me to send."

"what?"

"I don't know. It smells like some kind of herbal ointment. It's very pungent. It is said that if anyone has a rash on their body, they will apply this."

"How does he know..." Yushu took it in a daze, Gu Mou was kept locked in the bedroom and did not know the situation outside.

How did he know someone would get a rash?

Could it be that the disciples said a few days ago that he was busy tinkering in the dormitory and didn't know what he was tinkering with, so that's what he was doing?

It turned out that when they were still dealing with the evil spirits, Gu Mou had already noticed that it was a storm.

Yu Shubai gave the ointment to the woodcutter servant, isolated them in a room, and ordered them to apply the ointment every day. Sure enough, within a few days, the rashes of these people gradually healed.

"The ointment you made is very good, thank you." Yu Shubai stood on the blanket, looking at the man sitting on the table with his head down reading a book, "I have already ordered the medicine hall to mass-produce it."

Hearing his words, Gu Mou never looked up, nor did he turn a page of the book in his hand, as if he was in a daze, and after a long while, he said in a low voice: "It's useless."

"what?"

"I did something useless, I...too..." Gu Mou didn't know how to word the following words, but he was very dazed and helpless.

too boring?too lonely?

It seems to be a little bit, he has nothing to do all day long, recalling that Tianfuzhige did this when it first rained, and adjusted the recipe according to the remaining memory.

But what's the use of that, it's just a drop in the bucket.

Those ointments are only given to children who accidentally passed the rain to prevent and treat mild rashes. Of course, they need to be under the condition of not demonizing.

He seems to have entered a cloud of fog, unable to see the road in all directions, but with his eyes closed, he has a clear understanding of the world.

"Perhaps, Master will have a way..." After a while, he said.

Hearing this sentence, Yu Shubai's face suddenly changed, and he looked at him fiercely: "What do you mean?"

"..."

Yu Shubai stepped over, grabbed his hair fiercely, and almost lost his mind: "Do you want to run, don't think I can't see it! Let me tell you, don't even think about it, even if you die, you will die." In Liuyun Mountain!"

Five days later, more and more people came to the medicine hall to ask for ointment, including monks and servants. The ointment was in short supply, and Sitian Pavilion exploded.

"Why didn't it work, why didn't it work!" The monk dragged his festered leg and almost collapsed: "I've been applying it every morning and night, why is it still getting worse, why do I grow this kind of thing on my body..."

Everyone lifted his trouser legs up a little, and saw a large purple pattern stretching down from his thigh, like the markings on a spider, the color was as deep as poison, and it looked like the demon pattern on Huayao's body.

"Ah—" the crowd screamed, and hurriedly dropped their hands away from him. This reaction made the monk even more desperate. While scratching the rash on his leg vigorously, his hand was bloody, and at the same time, he grabbed the female nun from the medicine hall. Sleeves begged her for help.

It's too itchy, it's too itchy... Seeing this scene, several people in the crowd couldn't help but reach into their clothes, scratching and scratching...

"He has it too, he has it on his body too!" Someone screamed, pointing at the human who was scratching his itch, and then looked at the people around him in horror: "They also have it on their bodies, and they also have demon patterns!"

The people who were pointed at were startled, a trace of panic flashed across their faces, and their first reaction was to block their necks and pull their sleeves to cover their arms: "No, no!"

A few bold monks stepped forward to remove the parts they were covering, and saw ghost patterns of various colors faintly appearing on their collarbones, necks, and arms. Some even started to spread the demon patterns before the rash even started to grow...

Everyone felt a chill go down their spines, and a paragraph of words appeared in their minds. This is what was described in the history books...

"You people are really disgusting. You know that the rash is contagious, why didn't you tell me sooner! You know that you have developed demon patterns and got the plague, why didn't you report it?!" A panicked person asked fiercely with a heavy fist .

"I... I just discovered it too, I don't know..." The monk panicked and explained stumblingly.

"I... I'm afraid, I'm not a demon, how can I grow demon patterns... I'm afraid that the young master will drive me out of the sect, so..."

"So you disregard everyone's safety, you are simply unforgivable!!"

"Stop arguing!" Yu Shubai strode forward from behind, with a gloomy expression on his face: "Shut up, everyone, and those who are infected with the epidemic will come out on their own. If someone finds out, they will be killed."

After all the plague-stricken people were isolated, Yu Shubai realized that he was on the verge of collapse, sent everyone away, and returned to the dormitory alone.

The coldness and severe pain on his body became more and more obvious, something invaded, Yu Shubai grabbed his hair, and slowly squatted down, the veins on his forehead popped out, as if they were about to burst from his skin.

"Ah..." He couldn't help crying out in pain, hoarse and depressed, he was powerless but beat the floor with all his strength, trying to resist the evil spirits around him.

They creaked and screamed, as if they were laughing or crying. The black air poured in from his ears and invaded from every inch of his body, as if they were gnawing at his flesh and soul, calling him It hurts so much.

"You...does anyone tell me why, why did you come to me! What did I do!" Yu Shubai roared, looking at them hysterically.

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo..." The evil spirits couldn't speak, and made an indistinguishable sound from their mouths, like crying while chewing bones, mixed with a trace of crazy laughter, which made people feel chills down their spines.

In the clouds of black air, the torso of the corpse, the shriveled head, the dry hair, and the limbs were as thin as stick insects.

Yu Shubai knew that the main body of the evil spirit was the appearance of a person who was alive, and the heavier the black energy on his body, the heavier its resentment and the harder it is to eliminate.

And these evil spirits actually want to find the appearance of their bodies from the black air, arms and heads can be vaguely seen in the black air...

"Go away! Go away! I didn't kill you, why did you come to me? Why!" Yu Shubai screamed at them in despair, got up and stumbled back, but the evil spirits opened their bony arms, came galloping toward him—

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa——' several evil spirits penetrated his body at the same time, almost smashing Yu Shubai's heart, liver, spleen and lungs into mud!

Exactly why, why did he come to him, although Yu Shubai was not a good person in his life, he never killed innocent people.

"Pfft——" Yu Shubai spurted out a mouthful of blood, fell down on the edge of the bed and passed out, with thin blood gushing out of his ears, nose and eyes, almost completely unconscious.

This is the No. 12 day of Chongyu, and nearly half of the people in Sitian Pavilion are infected with the plague. Only the Xinggong is covered with a hundred thousand layers of barriers, so that the rain does not invade, and the Yang family is all without repair The women, the old and the young, together with Yang Chubao, escaped the infection of the plague.

Weeping could be heard everywhere in Sitian Pavilion, as well as the wailing of people who had already been plagued by the plague. The moxa grass was burning in every hall, and the smoke was so thick that people could not speak. The whole Sitian Pavilion had long since lost its former prosperity.

"Young Sect Master, the mountain has also fallen, and the palace is full of epidemics. Those people we sent over were all infected and were driven out of the palace. Now the common people are also infected."

"Where are the emperor's uncles, they..." Yu Shubai fell silent when he said this, his eyes were dead.

Sure enough, the spies said: "The princes are all fine, but the emperor is protecting each other with the imperial army, and he is going to leave from the back mountain instead of going through the city gate."

"Why?" Yu Shubai twisted his arm fiercely, forcing himself to calm down: "Qi Shi can't stay anymore, immediately evacuate the people, and let the people who have not been infected leave Qi Shi."

The spy choked up for a moment, and spoke with difficulty: "Outside the city... [-] cavalry gathered, all sent by the Yong Kingdom, waiting for the emperor to take refuge in the city. The dragons have no leader. When the people open the city gate, they will take advantage of the vacancy enter."

In an instant, Yu Shubai's face suddenly changed, almost unsteady, he sat down slowly while leaning on the chair, and murmured: "...Yongguo."

That was after Qi Shi changed, the original royal family surnamed Liu who was expelled was demoted to common people and fled to a neighboring country, but accidentally took away a group of elite soldiers who had not yet been incorporated into the royal family. The royal family of the country, against Qi Shi, always wants to annex Qi Shi country.

There are poisonous snakes inside the city and hungry wolves outside the city. They are besieged by enemies on all sides.

"Close the city gates, set up a barrier, and don't let them in..." Yu Shubai's mind was blank, and he said for a while: "The people in the city..."

But he couldn't go on.

What about the people in the city?what to do?

At this moment, Yu Shubai thought to himself: It would be fine if a thunderstorm fell at this moment, and there is no need to think about anything.