What kind of evil method is this? This is the righteous method.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

A quick knock on the door.

"Who is it?"

Lin Fan, who had not yet woken up, yawned, somewhat dissatisfied. Who was so heartless in the morning? It was very unkind to disturb people's sweet dreams.

Get dressed and open the door.

The village chief stood at the door with an anxious look on his face, "Master, something happened."

"What happened?" Lin Fan was not panicked. In his eyes, few people in this village seemed to be serious, but as a master, he must have the warmth he should have, so his tone was urgent.

"Plague, some villagers have been infected with the plague, and sores have appeared on their bodies. Even Fubao said that it is difficult to treat and it is very contagious. Master, please leave quickly, our village is too dangerous."

The village chief just wanted Lin Fan to leave.

Before he knew the other party's situation, the village chief was unwilling to take risks and just wanted to scare the other party with something so that the other party would leave voluntarily.

"Plague... How could there be a plague out of nowhere?"

"I don't know."

"Come on, take me to see."

"No, Taoist priest, it's too dangerous. Now that the plague has appeared, people are panicking. Taoist priest, please leave here quickly. Our ancestors have lived here for generations. Even if we die, we have to die in the village." The village chief's expression was very accurate, and he was ready to go through life and death with the village.

"I know this is the good intention of the village chief, but the villagers in your village are so simple and kind to me. Now that something like this has happened, how can I leave?"

"No, Taoist priest, this is a plague."

"Village chief, you don't know much about our Taoist family. Let's go and see."

Without giving the village chief a chance to talk nonsense, he gently pushed open the door, stepped out of the door, and walked towards the village.

Looking at the Taoist priest's back, the village chief's eyes showed a cruel look, and he was even a little puzzled. Is this Taoist priest sick? He can't even scare away the plague?

He doesn't believe in any Bodhisattva who saves the suffering, let alone any good people.

Fake, all fake.

They are all evil.

In the village, in the medical hall.

Two villagers were infected with the plague, lying on the mat outside the medical hall. The surrounding villagers stayed far away, as if they were afraid of being infected.

Fubao was checking the two people's condition.

The frown and solemn expression showed that this plague was not simple.

Lin Fan stood in the crowd and looked at the infected villagers. His face was full of sores, and the exposed skin was also festering and oozing thick water.

The village chief came and said in fear: "Master, look, it's too terrible. How can we save it? Fubao said it's extremely difficult. I'm afraid something big will happen."

"Wulian Tianzun."

"Master, do you know medical skills?"

"No, I can only recite scriptures."

"Then Master, run for your life quickly. Staying here is just waiting to die in vain."

"Master, you are a good person. I decide to live and die with you and fight the plague together."

Village chief: ...?

Obviously, he had a lot to say, but after meeting the Taoist's serious eyes, he didn't want to say a word.

At this time.

Fubao ran into the house, closed the door, opened the cabinet, half of his body stretched in, rummaged through the boxes, and finally found the right tool, which was a pair of sharp scissors.

"How could there be a plague? What a terrible plague, what should I do, what should I do."

He didn't know any medical skills. He cured the disease by bleeding the patient to drink. It worked every time he drank it. Those who drank it said it worked.

But who would have thought that his blood didn't seem to work now.

It couldn't cure this terrible plague.

Find a bowl, pour some water, hold the scissors, and take off your pants.

"The plague is evil. If you want to cure them, you have to use yang. Although my little brother is not big, it is very useful. Anyway, it will grow out in the future. I'm not afraid. I have to save them, otherwise I will die."

After saying that.

Click!

Decisive, domineering, sharp, and ruthless.

"Woo woo..." Fu Bao was in so much pain that his tears were pouring down, and his eyes were narrowed into a line. Without thinking too much, he put the cut off brother into the bowl. If you look closely, you can find that the brother has turned into a thick ginseng root, which gradually dissipates and merges into the water.

"It doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt anymore, it will grow out."

Fu Bao looked down at his crotch, pulled up his pants decisively, held the bowl, opened the door and went out, came to the patients, and poured the liquid in the bowl into their mouths.

As the two villagers drank it, the ulcers on their faces actually disappeared at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Lin Fan in the crowd narrowed his eyes slightly.

He noticed that Fu Bao's breath was much weaker than before.

Ordinary people may not notice it.

But as a cultivator, he can naturally feel it clearly.

"Hey, it's okay, their condition has improved."

"Fu Bao is really amazing."

"This is a plague, and even the plague can be cured. Fu Bao is really the lucky star of our village."

The villagers praised him one after another.

Fu Bao, who now looked a little haggard, suddenly became energetic when he heard the villagers' praise. He held his head high and acted very proud.

He liked everyone to praise him.

I hope everyone likes him.

The village chief sighed and said, "Master, it seems that everything is fine. Fu Bao is the savior of our village."

"He is not only your savior, but also your lucky star. You must know how to cherish him."

Lin Fan said meaningfully, and then his eyes fell on Liu the butcher. There was no joy on his face, but a deep worry.

At night, the full moon was high.

As night fell, several villagers sneaked out of the village.

In the darkness somewhere, Lin Fan, like a sculpture, silently watched their departing backs, and then followed them.

Plague is not so easy to get.

Besides, it takes special circumstances to cause a plague.

He really wanted to know where those villagers were infected, and he had been thinking about why the villagers did this, until he found that Fu Bao's breath was gradually weakening.

Suddenly realized.

It turned out that they wanted to weaken Fu Bao with various illnesses. After all, Fu Bao was a monster, and ordinary mortals could not deal with it. If they wanted to swallow Fu Bao, they had to make Fu Bao unable to resist.

It should be so.

There was a mountain behind Changsheng Village. The villagers came to the mountain and came to a cemetery with ease. There were many broken coffins in the cemetery.

In order not to attract the attention of the villagers, he squatted silently in the grass and watched intently.

Just want to know what they want to do.

"Hurry up, hurry up, we have to get infected quickly."

"Oh, the coffin has been there for many years, it's soaked enough."

The villagers opened the coffin, gulped down the liquid in the coffin as if drinking it, and then crawled in, lying there for a long time, as time passed by.

The villagers crawled out of the coffin again, and then closed the coffin lid.

Under the moonlight, they hurried down the mountain.

After the villagers left.

Lin Fan walked out of the bushes and opened the coffin, wanting to know what was inside, but when the coffin lid was opened, a fishy and rotten smell came to his face.

In the coffin, there was a corpse that was extremely rotten and unrecognizable.

The corpse was soaked in turbid, yellow and sticky liquid.

"I..."

He covered his nose and couldn't help but take a step back.

"Crazy, all crazy."

"To get infected with the plague, they can even drink this, and drink it in big gulps?"

At this moment.

He finally understood how crazy mortals can go to such an amazing extent to achieve their goals.

Pervert.

All of them are perverts.