I bent the devil

The number of people with colds is gradually increasing, but the most frightening thing is that no matter how much medicine you take, it won't help.And more and more people died one after another, which cast a shadow over the entire city of Huai.

As for the things that were discussed with the general faction at the Wulin League before, Song Qingyi naturally had no time to deal with and participate in it now.After all, Huaicheng's "wind-cold" disease has gradually spread from ordinary people at the beginning, a very small number of people have symptoms of wind-cold to most people, including because of their martial arts skills, they rarely get sick martial arts people.

After discussing with Song Qingyi, the county magistrate of Huaicheng finally made up his mind and submitted a document to the imperial court, imploring the imperial court to send more doctors to deal with the disease in Huaicheng.

But in fact, he and Song Qingyi knew very well that what was waiting was probably an order to block the entire city of Huai.

Unless... within the remaining time, this crisis can be resolved, or the entire Huaicheng will be destroyed.

Gu Jiu also saw these things in his eyes, the lights in Song Qingyi's study were almost never extinguished, and the guards and others kept coming in and out of Song Qingyi's study, regardless of time.

Gu Jiu even began to doubt whether Song Qingyi had slept for even an hour, but Song Qingyi's face was still the same as usual except for a little fatigue and a slight redness in his eyes.

Gu Jiu was also not easy during this period. Together with Xiaoqing, he continued to take care of the increasing number of patients every day, doing everything within his power, and could only sleep for two or three hours a day, but even so, Gu For the time being, I will take a look outside Song Qingyi's study before going to bed, but apart from the silhouettes of the brightly lit room projected on the window, talking, and the dark guards who keep coming in and out, they haven't had any rest for a few days. Let alone going into the study to persuade Song Qingyi to rest, even standing here, Gu Jiu felt that he was blocking the way of the hidden guards and adding trouble to them.

Thinking about it carefully, he and Song Qingyi hadn't seen each other for several days, and after just looking at his silhouette, they left.After sleeping for two or three hours, Xiaoqing and the city lord's soldiers helped in various ways.

But when he was drowsy in sleep, Gu Jiu would still feel that he was hugged from behind, hugged gently in his arms, and kissed lightly but with deep thoughts on the corner of his forehead, but even so, he opened his eyes again When I saw it, there was no one around.It's like those gentle hugs and light kisses at night only exist in my dreams.

Although slightly disappointed and regretful, it seemed to have drawn strength from it, and once again devoted itself to work full of energy.

Neither of them mentioned whether to send Gu Jiu away first, it seems that the answer has already been born in their tacit understanding.

Gu Jiu will be with Song Qingyi.

--Always.

Several days of non-stop investigations finally came to fruition. The people in Huaicheng were sick, but not entirely sick. To be precise, they were Gu mixed with sickness and poison.And the source of this Gu is also the murderer that the Wulin League wanted this time.

The name Doctor Ghost finally emerged from the shadows.

And the same... It also made Song Qingyi, who was holding the result, tremble slightly with his steady hand.

The long and straight eyelashes are slightly drooping, hiding the expression in the eyes.

...What a title that I haven't seen for so long that it's about to disappear completely from my memory...

Song Qingyi waved his hand lightly, and slowly leaned back in the chair after the dark guard who had presented the results retreated, and slowly... let out a foul breath.

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"Want to come to the Wulin League?" Song Zhishang frowned slightly, and turned to look at the lotus.Shen Sheng, "Why?"

"Madam said, I don't worry about you because of the news coming from Huaicheng during this time. That's why I came here." He Hua lowered her head with her hands down, and replied only looking at the ground in front of her.

"When did the news come?" Song Zhishang put down the brush in his hand and asked.

"...the Flying Pigeon letter I received just now."

"In that case..." Song Zhishang counted the time in his mind and laughed softly. "It will be here tomorrow at the latest."

He Hua didn't speak, but based on her understanding with Mrs. Nangong in the past few years, she generally knew that her character was never as gentle and gentle as she appeared on the surface, especially after falling out with Song Zhishang, she became extreme and weird stand up.Often, He Hua felt an inexplicable chill in her heart when facing Mrs. Nangong.

Even Hehua felt that Mrs. Nangong, who seemed to be no different from a normal person, had already gone crazy.

Long, long ago, ... has gone mad.

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A group of chariots and horses carrying the Songjiabao flag came between the green mountains and green ridges. In addition to the guards of nearly a hundred people, there were also "one-word guards" belonging to the owner of the Songjiabao. Their presence represented the Songjiabao The owner of the castle, Song Yi, the former martial arts leader, was also in the car, but this time the captain of the guard team in charge of the convoy felt strange.

Because he didn't see Lord Song in person, although there was a loyal "one-word guard" guarding every step of the way beside the extraordinarily luxurious carriage, which was half the size of other ordinary carriages, the captain of the guard still believed in it with all his heart. At the same time, I can't get rid of a strange doubt that has been lingering in my heart.

This is a kind of intuition belonging to martial arts people, and it has no direct relationship with the level of martial arts. It is a keen awareness cultivated in long-term desperate struggles.

...In short, whether it is the castle owner and the castle owner's wife who have never shown up since getting on the carriage, and the word '' who never said a word from the beginning to the end, they are like puppets who can move freely. The guard' made the captain of the guard feel weird and inexplicably palpitating.

But others speak lightly, and it is better not to think too much about many things.

Fortunately, we are finally going to Liangshan.The guard captain heaved a sigh of relief.

—— "How long is it?" The voice of Mrs. Nangong came faintly through the thick curtain of the carriage.This carriage is the characteristic of Songjiabao, not to mention it is invulnerable, even with a crossbow, it can't be broken for a long time, not to mention that there are nearly a hundred kinds of traps in it.If anyone really wants to try it, it is estimated that the lion eats the hedgehog, and there is no way to eat it.

The light question made the captain of the guard straighten his back. Even though he knew Mrs. Nangong couldn't see at all, he still showed respect from his tone and attitude. , everything should be whispered and then whispered, even before the words are automatically lowered a few times.

"Go back to Madam, there is still half a day's journey to arrive."

Afterwards, there was nothing to say, but it also let the captain of the guard understand that the conversation was over, so he consciously and obediently rode his horse slightly away from the carriage for a certain distance, and continued on his way.

Naturally, she would not hear Mrs. Nangong leaning slightly after being silent for a long time, leaning on something placed beside her, with her well-maintained face pressed against it, icy cold.Her eyes were full of tenderness and sweetness, but there was cloudiness and madness in her eyes. "Look, Liangshan is coming soon..."

Mrs. Nangong smiled slightly, with a hint of sweetness, like a young girl acting like a baby and showing off her victory slightly like a lover.

——"What you have never given to Zhishang, now I will do it."

The cat's eyes are slightly open, and if you observe carefully, you will find that Mrs. Nangong's eyeballs seem to be uncontrollably unable to fully focus, shaking slightly.

"...It's about to be done."