An Ning remembered An Dalin's words and relayed them.

"Oh, right, Dad, Grandpa said that the town is in a mess right now, and the chess club, teahouse, and shops can't stay open anymore, so they've vacated the space for my great-grandfather's whole family to live in."

He had nothing to do after returning home, so he decided to come and look after his younger sister.

"You and your parents can take turns looking after her so you can go back and rest, get a good night's sleep. Don't let your little sister wake up and you're exhausted!"

"No need. He's so old, how can he just sit here day and night like this? Your father and I will take care of him."

But has Teacher Zhen returned yet?

It's been several days and there's still no news. I'm afraid that when he went back to the village that day, he didn't manage to escape and got trapped inside.

"I'm afraid he's been swept away by a mudslide. He looks so frail, how could he possibly have the strength to run out?"

An Ning shook her head, her face grave.

"He didn't come back. I think he probably thinks the same thing as Mother."

I heard that Master Meng has also disappeared; I suppose he's gone too.

...

It was the height of summer, and the corpses floating in the river were rotting and stinking.

The plague broke out once under this natural disaster.

The town's government office was long gone.

The villagers in Linghe Town died one after another, and the patients coming in and out of the clinic all came in upright and left horizontally.

The doctor at the clinic was at a loss, his old face showing an unprecedented solemnity and seriousness.

"No, you really can't stay at the clinic any longer this time. While you're still okay, get out of this mess as soon as possible."

"Doctor, my child—" An Mancang opened his mouth, but was interrupted by the old doctor at the clinic halfway through his sentence.

"So many people have died outside these days. Those who had money to come into this clinic have all died and left alive. Do you two know why?"

An Mancang paused, not understanding what the old doctor meant by saying that.

But she still shook her head in agreement.

"I don't know."

"Plague, it's a plague! While you still have some possessions, hurry up and leave this place of trouble."

Otherwise, even if someone manages to wake up, they won't survive if they contract the plague.

Everyone says that doctors are benevolent, but even he, a doctor who has worked in the clinic his whole life, was terrified in the face of this plague, and he had already decided to leave.

"What? Plague?" An Mancang's expression changed; he knew what plague was.

Any place afflicted by the plague would be confined and burned down, and if the madness spread, many people would die.

A century ago, a plague swept through Red City, burning down the entire city before finally ending the terrible epidemic.

Meanwhile, the people inside the city were confined and imprisoned, and were not allowed to leave the city to prevent the spread of disease to other cities.

Therefore, the garrison outside the city refused to let anyone pass, fearing that someone carrying the disease might spread it, and anyone who resisted was to be killed without exception.

In the end, the entire population of the city was either slaughtered or perished in the cremation.

None of them survived.

Qiao Qiuniang naturally knew how terrifying the plague was. When she heard the old doctor say this, her face turned pale. After turning pale, she rushed to Anle in a panic and tried to run out with her in her arms.

With so many patients in this clinic, who knows which one has contracted the plague? If it gets infected to Lewazi, it will be terrible.

There's no cure for this disease.

"Mancang, let's get out of here quickly, let's leave the city." Who doesn't know what happened in Hongcheng a hundred years ago?

The entire Red City was ablaze, turning half the sky red, and the whole of Tianqi was shocked.

She didn't want her child to be executed here, burned alive.

An Mancang's dry, chapped lips were tightly pressed together as he took Anle from Qiao Qiuniang's arms and decisively squeezed out a decision through his teeth.

"Let's go, let's get out of the city."

At that time, a large group of people left the city of Jincheng, with magnificent carriages, disciplined troops, and foreign flags.

A foreign army that should have been conspicuously conspicuous was now ignored on the deserted, desolate official road connected by a sky-blue haze.

The leader of the group, with a stern expression, sat on horseback, his face gloomy and his anger evident.

"My lord, we have only just arrived in this small, desolate place, and you have only just acquired this city and territory, and this natural disaster has already occurred."

Is the lord really going to abandon this city?

"This is His Majesty's order. Burning this city is just a matter of rectification, and it will be rebuilt in the future."

"There's a plague here. We should be thankful that we discovered it early, so we weren't affected and were able to leave the city and return home." A deep, slow voice came from the magnificent carriage behind.

The convoy continued its slow return journey along the official road.

"Lord, when shall we burn the city?"

Inside the carriage, the voice slowly and softly began.

"His Majesty the King has already dispatched our troops to suppress the rebellion. To be on the safe side, we will wait until our garrison on the border of Kro arrives at this Golden City and besieges it before taking action."

My territory borders the city of Jincheng, so as to prevent the lowly slaves within the city from escaping.

"If they become desperate and run out of the wall, bringing this infectious disease to our Kroh border, then things will get complicated."

****

The entire city of Jin was plunged into an unprecedented disaster, and under the outbreak of plague, it was completely turned into a dead city.

Those infected with the plague lay dead in the streets, and refugees who had died were a common sight.

Meanwhile, Zhenmo, who was being targeted by the An family, was facing Master Meng with a resolute expression.

"Grand Tutor, I have no intention of leaving here. I have decided to stay in this town."

Meng Chong's eyes furrowed deeply, and his brows furrowed with a heavy expression.

"No, I originally thought that Jincheng was beyond the reach of the new emperor, and that you would be safe staying here."

Unexpectedly, Jincheng is now plagued by natural disasters, floods, and an outbreak of plague. Staying here would mean there is absolutely no way to survive.

I've already found you a place to go; you can't linger here any longer.

As soon as Meng Chong spoke, he exuded a sense of oppression.

That imposing aura, emanating from him without anger, even made Zhen Mo, the true son of the dragon, feel a sense of awe and fear in the face of Meng Chong, a Grand Tutor of the nation who had been raised by the emperor and had many disciples from the royal family and nobility.

Their momentum had diminished considerably, and their voices were seven-tenths weaker than before.

"Grand Tutor, I have made up my mind. Paradise Dessert House has treated me well. How can I abandon them at this critical juncture?"

Unless—"Give them a hand, take them with you, and find them a way out."

He knew very well that staying here would only lead to his death.

A plague is a disaster that can easily spread to an entire region if one is not careful.

Now, Jincheng has been hit by a flood, with many towns affected, corpses strewn everywhere, rotting and emitting toxic fumes, and outbreaks of disease everywhere. Jincheng has been destroyed.

The new lord of the Kingdom of Kro, who took over the kingdom, would certainly not leave behind such a potential disaster that could erupt at any moment.