Chapter 24 The plague is like a balloon connected to a tube.
Ying Bu Ran's arrival gave them a moment to breathe. During this time, the captain quickly reorganized the team and formed a new encirclement to surround the wounded and sick.
While they were forming a team, new ghost soldiers emerged from the ground, with ghostly fire in their eyes, looking towards them menacingly.
These ghost soldiers are very different from the previous ones. The previous ones were simply pieced together corpses, while these ghost soldiers are more like what she saw in the underworld, except that they have some appearance differences from the ghost soldiers described by Zhao Chaoan.
Perhaps these ghost soldiers were the soldiers of the Western Ghost King. It seemed that her and Zhao Chaoan's joining the battle had alerted the Ghost King, further confirming Zhao Chaoan's previous words - the Ghost King was nearby.
But, if she was nearby, why didn't anyone notice her presence? Even Zhao Chaoan had to transform into a bird to prevent her aura from leaking out completely. These people might not be able to sense her, but if she appeared in her true form, Zhao Chaoan would definitely be able to detect her.
Su Yunying also noticed the new enemies that had joined. These enemies were much stronger than the pile of corpses before. "What's going on?"
She was a little confused. Why were there more and more strange enemies?
The captain, with far more experience than she did, recognized them after a moment. "They're ghost soldiers from the underworld. They must have escaped illegally. It's very likely that a ghost king opened the door for them. It's clear where these guys came from and who ordered them."
Ghost King? Su Yunying slashed down with another knife, then blocked the attack of another ghost in front of her. Looking at Ying Bu Ran, who was also surrounded by two sides, she asked loudly, "Can you control them?"
Ying Bu Ran used his sword to deflect the ghost soldier's spear and then stabbed the sword into the core of the ghost tribe. He shook his head and said, "I don't know. If the Ghost King is still nearby, I can't control these soldiers who are directly under her."
"Try it, we will create an opportunity for you." The captain shouted, his spiritual power instantly rising, suppressing the surrounding ghost soldiers, and then he used his skills to sweep them away, with blood oozing slightly from the corners of his eyes.
Su Yunying fed herself a pill, and her spiritual power began to increase. She slapped the enemies on Ying Bu Ran's side away one by one with her knife.
Ying Bu Ran glanced at the two of them and found that the flames on their shoulders began to flicker. He understood that they were using some secret techniques and secret medicines to temporarily increase their strength, but they would most likely fall into exhaustion or even lose their lives after that.
If her control failed and Zhao Chaoan had not returned, this group of people might have really died here.
She concentrated and played the flute. At first, only the ghost soldiers were affected. The ghost soldiers made of corpses were affected more. They even started killing each other, which relieved some pressure on others.
Ying Bu Ran sensed another person vying for control, and her spiritual power alone was beginning to struggle against them. Some of the ghost soldiers from the underworld even broke free from her influence. While the others weren't paying attention, Ying Bu Ran used a little ghost energy within the mask's coverage.
Her cultivation of ghost energy was assisted by Zhao Chaoan, and it also carried some of the aura of the Ghost King, and for a while, the situation was deadlocked again.
Until one moment, the control ability of the ghost king on the other side suddenly disappeared. Ying Bu Ran seized that moment and increased his strength, controlling the ghost soldiers at the same time, manipulating them to point the blades at themselves and commit suicide.
There's no telling when the Ghost King's control will return, so it's safer to kill them all. They can't stand another battle.
Ying Bu Ran put down the flute, breathed a sigh of relief, and turned his head to look at the two people who were already slumped on the ground: "How are you now?"
"I'm fine, just a little weak. What about you?" Su Yunying looked at the captain who didn't say a word.
The captain shook his head and remained silent. The other soldiers did not rest, but quickly formed a new encirclement, surrounding them in the middle and keeping vigil on all sides. Compared to the captain, their injuries were not too serious.
After taking a pill, Su Yunying came to the captain to check on her condition. She took out a row of medicines from her storage ring, sat on the ground and began to grind the medicine with one hand and sprinkle it on the wound, while with the other hand she kept putting medicine into the alchemy furnace to refine the pills.
Ying Bu Ran watched her skillfully multitasking, inwardly marveling. She seemed to remember that refining pills was an extremely laborious task, requiring many cultivators to devote their entire attention to the process, and even then, there was a high probability of failure.
This was the first time she had seen someone like Su Yunying.
It wasn't long before Ying Bu Ran joined the guards. She wasn't seriously injured, just a little fatigued. She also noticed that her injuries were healing at an extremely fast rate. Even with the mask covering her, the surrounding spiritual energy and ghostly aura still flowed towards her.
Fortunately, there was not much ghost energy, and these people did not seem to sense it. No one noticed anything unusual and just thought she was absorbing spiritual energy to heal herself.
"How do you feel? I feel that you have absorbed a lot of spiritual power. Are you seriously injured? I have some medicine here." Su Yunying's voice came from behind him. There was no panic at all, and he even seemed a little at ease.
Ying Bu Ran turned to look at her, a little bit unbelieving: "Can you still be distracted now? I'm fine now, thank you for your concern. How is her injury?"
Su Yunying continued to work on both sides. The captain's superficial injuries had healed a lot, but his breath was still a little weak. He coughed once or twice from time to time, and blood was oozing from the corners of his mouth.
"It's okay. The medicine will be ready soon. Just rest for a few days after taking it and don't use your spiritual power, and you will be fine." Su Yunying said. The alchemy furnace emitted a faint light, and then a pill flew out and landed in her hand.
Without waiting for the captain to say anything, Su Yunying quickly and accurately stuffed the medicine into her mouth: "There, it's done. Do you want to sit down and let me take a look at it for you?"
Ying Bu Ran was stunned by her smooth movements. He came to his senses and shook his head: "No, no, I'm not hurt."
In her current state, it would be best if she didn't allow anyone to get close to her and notice her. She was only wearing a mask to hide her true appearance and identity, but if it were to reveal her true appearance and identity, who knew what these people would do.
I'll wait for them to recover and then separate from them as soon as possible. It's not appropriate for me to be in front of other people for a long time now.
Su Yunying jumped up and came to her. "Really?" She examined him up and down under Ying Bu Ran's slightly panicked gaze, and marveled, "It's true. There are no injuries. The skin is surprisingly thick."
"Since you're okay, I'll go check on the others. Even though you're fine now, it's better to get treatment as soon as possible."
Su Yunying clapped her hands, picked a few bottles from the row of medicine on the ground, and took out another bottle from her storage ring. She threw it to the wounded sitting on the other side who were treating each other: "Here are the medicines for you, one for each of you."
She sat in front of some other people who were not seriously injured but were obviously very weak, picked out some and began to refine the medicine again. It was the first time Ying Bu Ran had seen someone refining medicine in this way, so he came over curiously.
"What are they refining? What happened to them?" Ying Bu Ran looked at Su Yunying, then at those people, very curious.
Su Yunying said, "It's a plague. The symptoms are very similar to Sky Wrath, but there are some differences. Sky Wrath is when spiritual power and life force are drained away by someone, while the symptoms of the plague they contracted are loss. As long as the hole is patched, there will be no threat for the time being, and treatment can be done later. It's not that dangerous, but it can be quite scary in the early stages if you don't investigate carefully."
"I knew my previous conclusion was correct."
Ying Bu Ran blinked: "Huh?"
Plague? God's wrath? How are these two connected?
Seeing Ying Bu Ran's bewildered look, Su Yun Ying thought she hadn't understood what he had just said. After thinking for a moment, he changed his approach to something more understandable: "It's like connecting a balloon with a tube to drain the air out. The other way is to poke a hole in the balloon. With the latter, you just patch the hole and you're out of trouble for the time being."
Ah, I think I understand it in more detail now? "Thanks for the explanation, but why is the plague connected with the wrath of heaven?" Ying Bu Ran asked, scratching his head.
Su Yunying finally understood the source of Ying Bu Ran's confusion. "Look at me, I forgot you didn't know about this. Simply put, a plague has broken out in Wind Chasing City. Its initial symptoms are very similar to those of a Heavenly Wrath, leading many to mistakenly believe that Wind Chasing City has been struck by Heaven's wrath. The medicine is ready, take it. For further treatment, I need a safe environment."
Su Yunying handed the medicine to them. The soldiers looked at each other and finally took the medicine. Sure enough, the feeling of power loss disappeared after taking the medicine.
"The problem here has been solved. Let's talk next. I heard from Cheng Banxia that you should have died in the heavenly sacrifice a few years ago, but I see that you are still alive. By the way, what is this half mask?" Su Yunying looked at the mask on Ying Bu Ran's face and felt that something was wrong no matter how she looked at it, but she couldn't tell what was wrong.
Ying Bu Ran subconsciously touched her mask, still looking at the half-ghost face. After a moment of silence, she asked, "Who are you? Why do you know me?"
Su Yunying blinked and slapped her head. "Oh, look at my head! I forgot again. Let me introduce myself. My name is Su Yunying, from the Wanxiang Sect. I'm a good friend of Cheng Banxia. You should know Cheng Banxia, right?"
Ying Bu Ran blinked and shook his head awkwardly.
She really didn't expect to meet a friend of an acquaintance so early. Although she could pretend to know, she didn't know whether she would meet that "Cheng Banxia" later.
If you encounter this, the truth will be revealed and the lie will be exposed, so it’s better not to say it.
Su Yunying hadn't expected this to happen. Could it be that she had mistaken someone? "Your name is Ying Bu Ran, right?"
Ying Bu Ran nodded and looked at her without saying anything.
Su Yunying scratched her head, and at some point, an idea flashed in her mind, and she immediately came up with a reasonable explanation: "Oh, I see. You must have experienced such a great shock, or injured your head, so you lost your memory."
After saying that, she nodded with satisfaction: "Well, that makes sense! Don't you think so?"
Ying Bu Ran: “…”
"Well, yes."
Forget it, if you say so, then so be it.
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