The Imperial Master spoke calmly, not feeling anything was wrong at all. Fortune telling is like this, although it is accurate, not everything can be predicted.

When people change the way they handle things, unexpected events will naturally follow.

When Emperor Gan saw him like this, he was furious. But now, apart from him, Taoist Zhang had not been found yet. If he executed the imperial teacher directly, who would make medicine for him?

That Mo Xiaotong is also a waste. He was so powerful in southern Xinjiang before, but now he is useless. His pharmaceutical production has not produced any results yet.

"Are you sure? What kind of evil is it?"

The Imperial Master, dressed in white and with a distinguished demeanor, said indifferently, "I don't know, I can't calculate it. Anyway, it's more serious than the previous earthquake. Your Majesty, it's best to leave as soon as possible."

When Emperor Gan heard this, he was so angry that he slammed his palm on the table, making a loud bang.

Pointing at him, he said, "You, you can't figure this out, you can't figure that out, how on earth can you become the Imperial Master?"

"Oh, if Your Majesty feels that I am unworthy, then I will resign from the position of Imperial Master. I remember that I have something else to do, so I will leave first."

"Your Majesty's health must be calm now. You must not get angry easily, as it will only cause you to age faster."

After saying this, the Imperial Master turned and left.

Emperor Gan watched this scene, his hands covering his chest as he cursed: "Every one of them is against me. When the medicine is made, I will cut them into pieces one by one."

Jinzhong hurried over to support the man and gently advised: "Your Majesty, calm down. The Imperial Master is just like that. He never takes anyone seriously. Only Taoist Zhang can control him."

"...Don't mention him to me. What did the Shadow Guard say? Did they find his whereabouts? Why did he suddenly disappear?"

"There's no news yet."

Emperor Gan took a deep breath and felt that everything had gone wrong since the Jiang family left. Everything was fine before, with some troubles, but not as many as now.

"Keep looking. Find the person and bring him back as soon as possible. Mo Xiaotong is pressing us. If he can't make the medicine, bring his family and kill them in front of him."

"There's no reason why someone who made great contributions to Southern Xinjiang would be so mediocre after entering the palace. It's like he's become a completely different person."

In the alchemy room, Mo Xiaotong looked at the pile of medicinal herbs.

He grabbed his hair from time to time, looking at the handful of hair in his hand, his face gradually becoming a little collapsed. The Jiang family left and left him alone in the palace.

Although the medicine was delivered on time, he was almost driven crazy by the emperor. He kept asking about the medicine every day. He didn't know how to make medicine at all. If he gave it to the emperor casually, the emperor might be poisoned to death.

...Forget it, that would have more serious consequences. It would be better to drag it out like this. At least I won't kill him.

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The sky was gloomy at the mass grave, and the crows were cawing. The surroundings were deadly silent and filled with a lingering stench of decay, which made people feel cold on their backs and shiver uncontrollably.

A dozen people were carrying a straw mat, and corpse fluid kept oozing out, the smell was disgusting.

The leading bailiff urged, "Hurry, hurry! There are still a dozen bodies to be brought in. The master said to burn them. We must do it. These bodies really stink."

"Ugh~~~~"

"Brother, there have been people drowning in the river before, but not as many as this time. What happened? Why are there suddenly so many more drownings?"

"I see pustules on those people's bodies. Could it be smallpox or something? That thing is very contagious."

Lin Han raised his hand to cover his nose, and his eyes paused when he heard that.

"It shouldn't be... It can't be. If it was really smallpox, no one would have recognized it. The adults would have warned them."

Lin Wen lowered his voice and whispered, "Brother, I heard that the master hasn't opened the government office for two or three days. He said he was sick and left the city. Do you think he is hiding?"

"These corpses always feel weird. Why don't we run away? I feel uneasy."

"...Why are we running? What if it's just drowning? When the master comes back, he'll come to settle the score with us, and then we won't be able to keep this job."

Everyone looked at the burning corpse and sighed in unison. Someone rubbed his nose and said with disgust, "It's finally over. Let's go back to the government office early."

The group left quickly, completely unaware of the pairs of green eyes in the woods that rushed out after they left.

Three days passed in a flash.

The people outside the yamen beat drums but no one answered. Inside the yamen, the person who had buried the body before had a flushed face, sweat dripping down his cheeks, and kept pouring water into his mouth.

But no matter how much he drank, he was still thirsty. His whole body felt like it was on fire. When they looked at each other, they all realized that something was wrong.

After being sent to the clinic, he had a high fever and his mind was a little unclear. He kept muttering something. The doctor came out with a serious expression.

Lin Han's heart sank when he saw this, and he asked, "How is Doctor Wu?"

Wu Cheng sighed and shook his head: "Let's see if I can make it through the night. If the fever goes down, then it's fine. If not, I'm afraid I'll become an idiot with the fever."

"Go wipe his body with wine. It will help lower his temperature. You should also wipe his forehead frequently. Too many people have high fevers recently."

"By the way, check his body carefully to see if there are any bumps or pustules. If there are... wait for death."

Lin Han was a little surprised when he heard this: "Doctor Wu, what did you just say? Why should we wait for death when we find a boil? Is it smallpox or something?"

Wu Cheng frowned and thought for a moment before speaking, "I don't know. It doesn't look like smallpox, but I don't know what it is. Anyway, anyone with pustules will eventually vomit blood and die."

"I've taken over three or four, and none of them survived. Once you have a boil, leave here in case it's something bad that can infect people."

"How can we keep this pharmacy open? I hope Lord Lin will bear with us."

Lin Han walked in, looked at the people who kept talking, and started to get busy, constantly changing the cloth towels on their heads. After unbuttoning their clothes, his heart sank when he saw the raised lump.

My brother's words echoed in my mind. Perhaps he was right. Those pustules on the corpses might be some kind of plague.

Thinking of this, Lin Han stood up, gave a few instructions, rushed home quickly, briefly explained the situation, and was about to take his brother away from the capital.

More and more people came to the clinic, and some of them had a smell on their bodies. Wu Cheng also realized that something was wrong, so he took the medicine and money and sneaked out in a boat that night.

Other medical clinics in the capital were overcrowded and could not accommodate so many patients. The conflicts became more and more serious and the people began to riot.

The government sent people to suppress the rebellion and took the people to the dungeon, never realizing that this action would cause the plague to spread further.

When the news spread, the ministers were terrified. Leaving was impossible, and not attending court was tantamount to seeking death. His Majesty would not let them leave the capital.

There was a lot of noise in the morning court, and suddenly a minister vomited blood and fell to the ground. Everyone looked at him in shock and was still in shock until he was carried away.