Luoxian City is like a city in a peaceful world, where everyone lives and works in peace and contentment without worrying about war. However, the Xia Dynasty is different. A royal palace is built in the center of the city, and guards patrol the streets. In a corner of the city, there is also a military camp.

However, the Xia Dynasty at this time is obviously not very good. From a high altitude, you can see many people fleeing the Xia Dynasty with their families. The figures in the city are moving, and it seems a bit chaotic.

Li Nianfan and the other six landed in an inconspicuous place in the Xia Dynasty. With Zhou Yunwu leading the team, they naturally have no obstacles.

Walking in the long street, looking up, you can see anxious faces. Many people stay indoors, and there are cries from time to time.

"Go!"

Two guards were carrying a middle-aged man and walking quickly. The people around them were all disgusted and tried to avoid them.

Li Nianfan took a look and immediately noticed the red mark on the middle-aged man's neck.

The red mark was very large, blood red, and it was shocking at first glance.

Li Nianfan felt relieved. This symptom was indeed a plague.

All plagues are basically spread by animals. In ancient times, the sanitary conditions were poor, there were a lot of wild game, and people did not pay attention to disinfection. Naturally, there were many viruses, so plagues were not uncommon. Judging from

this symptom, it should be caused by mosquito bites. In the world of cultivation, there are many kinds of animals. Although Li Nianfan does not know the specific cause of the formation, as long as it is properly treated, most plagues can actually be overcome by human antibodies.

Li Nianfan has already thought of a recipe in his mind. As long as the human body is kept at a healthy level to fight the virus with herbs, the human body will be able to overcome the plague over time.

In the ancient times of the previous life, there were various prescriptions to resist the plague. This is the world of immortal cultivation, and there are many kinds of herbs. Moreover, the medicinal properties are stronger than in the previous life, and the human body is of higher quality, so it will not be too difficult to treat.

Zhou Yunwu said, "Sir, this is a method that Junliang came up with. The most terrible thing about the plague is its spread. Therefore, as long as the infected people are separated from the crowd, the spread will be controlled." "

It's good that you can think of a way to isolate them." Li Nianfan nodded, then shook his head and said, "But it's still too simple. You know, the road this person passed by has left the virus. If it is not disinfected, it will still cause infection. And the two soldiers, who didn't even wear gloves, will also be infected."

Virus?

Disinfection?

Everyone was confused and full of question marks. They

couldn't help but look at each other, and they all breathed a sigh of relief, and their hearts were much more balanced.

It turned out that they didn't understand.

It's not that I'm too stupid, but that the words of the master are too profound.

Li Nianfan shook his head, that's it, this is a dimensionality reduction attack, no more words.

After walking forward for a while, everyone's footsteps suddenly stopped. They saw an old man chasing two soldiers, "Stop, let my son go!"

A man was held by two soldiers and was also struggling.

The two soldiers were a little impatient and pushed the old man to the ground, saying coldly: "Anyone who obstructs the work will be killed!"

Just as he raised his legs, he was hugged by the old man again, "Don't leave, you are not allowed to leave!"

The soldier was about to kick the old man away, but heard a sharp shout -

"Stop!" Zhou Yunwu looked terrified, walked quickly and helped the old man up.

The two soldiers were stunned at the same time, and hurriedly said respectfully: "Prince."

Zhou Yunwu said with a low face: "You are so rude in the street, have you forgotten the military law?!"

The soldier said aggrievedly: "Prince, this person has the plague, and we just want to separate him from the crowd as soon as possible."

Zhou Yunwu frowned slightly, "But you can't use force rashly!"

"Prince, Your Excellency!" the old man was suddenly excited, "There are only three of us left in our family. If Aniu leaves, there will only be me and a four-year-old grandson. How can we survive? Aniu can't leave!"

Just when Zhou Yunwu was in danger, Li Nianfan slowly said, "Old man, have you ever thought about the consequences of leaving your son behind? If he stays, not only you but also your grandson will be infected with the plague and will not live long. If he stays, he is harming people, and if he leaves, he will be a hero!"

The old man opened his mouth, stunned and speechless.

The man spoke, "Dad, let me go."

The old man had a look of despair on his face and said hoarsely, "Everyone here knows that once you leave, you can never come back. You will be burned to ashes!"

Li Nianfan spoke, "Don't worry, old man. I promise that not only will your son be safe, but the plague will also be cured."

The old man looked at Li Nianfan expectantly, and was so excited that he trembled and said, "Are you an immortal?"

Not only him, but the crowd around who were originally watching also showed anticipation, and some even poked their heads out of the house.

"No." Li Nianfan shook his head, "I'm just a mortal, but I can save him!"

The excitement on the old man's face disappeared immediately, and he said in despair: "You are lying! How can a mortal save my son?"

The people around him also shook their

heads and sighed, their faces full of disappointment. Li Nianfan frowned, as if something was blocking his heart, and he felt a little uncomfortable.

Yao Mengji saw Li Nianfan's face, and his heart suddenly bulged. He pondered for a moment, pinched a spell in his hand, and pointed at the man slightly.

Suddenly, spiritual power poured into the man's body, and the red mark on his neck quickly faded at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Immortal, it's an immortal!"

Everyone was stunned, their faces suddenly showed a frenzy, they knelt on their knees, kowtowed and begged, and said devoutly: "Immortal, please save us, please save us!"

At this time, a group of mortals in black came over and shouted: "Wrong! He is not an immortal!"

His voice was fair and confident, and his tone was even more fanatical, with a kind of magic that could convince people, "He is clearly the apostle sent by Lord Demon God!"

"Look at this old man, skinny as a bone, with a look of lack of yang energy and leaking essence, could an immortal be like this? Therefore, he is the apostle of Lord Demon God, Lord Demon God has come to save us!" He

knelt on his knees, and the group of people behind him also knelt on the ground, and said loudly: "Worship Lord Demon God, believe in the Demon God, gain eternal life, and ask Lord Demon God for blessings!"

The onlookers immediately changed their slogans, and the fanaticism in their tone became even stronger, "Ask Lord Demon God for blessings!"

Yao Mengji's face suddenly turned black, and the corners of his mouth kept twitching, he was already burning with anger.

If he didn't have the last bit of rationality, he really wanted to burn all those people with fire.

Li Nianfan saw it and couldn't help shaking his head, feeling a little sad.

Too humble!

This group of mortals can believe in immortals or demons, but... they just don't trust mortals.

Because they are in the world of immortal cultivation, they ignore the value and ability of their own existence.

He has met two people who dared to be inferior to immortals with their mortal bodies, one is Zhou Yunwu, and the other is Meng Junliang.

He took a deep breath and suddenly said to Zhou Yunwu: "Prince Zhou, maybe you are right, mortals... really should make changes!"