The situation was urgent, and we dared not stop at all.
Fu Liu made noodles, which they wolfed down before going about their respective tasks.
If you want to maximize your profits, it would be best to add the antidote to the water source as well, but if the antidote is diluted, its effect will be less effective.
While Ling Jingyu was frantically refining medicine, Mo Yunzhao was helping to detoxify the people.
Fortunately, it wasn't a very difficult antidote; Ling Jingyu refined it batch by batch.
Even so, a riot still broke out in the middle of the night.
Fortunately, Nie You and Mo Yunlan managed to control the situation.
Seeing Ling Jingyu's extraordinary use of magic in alchemy, Mo Yunzhao's face turned pale, and large beads of sweat rolled down his face.
He's too slow at making medicine by himself; he simply can't keep up.
Mo Yunzhao hurriedly ran out, and half an hour later, she returned with more than a dozen people.
There were men and women, dressed in coarse linen clothes, not very wealthy.
She asked Ling Jingyu to teach them how to concoct the antidote.
She watched from the side, thinking about learning how to make medicine together.
"Ah Zhao, Ah Zhao."
Mo Yunlan rushed in, “A group of people in the east of the city have been poisoned again, and their condition is even more serious. They have started to commit suicide in various ways.”
Mo Yunzhao frowned, "But wasn't the situation in the east of the city under control after they took the antidote?"
“We just finished treating the poison, and someone else is poisoning us again,” Ling Jingyu said in a deep voice.
"I'm going to find this guy." Mo Yunzhao glanced at Ling Jingyu, then turned and left.
Mo Yunlan stamped her foot in frustration and followed him out.
Ling Jingyu composed himself and continued teaching people how to concoct the antidote.
When Mo Yunzhao arrived, the scene he saw was somewhat eerie.
Mo Yunlan pointed to several corpses, "This one bit his tongue and committed suicide, this one strangled himself, this one possessed spiritual power and dug out his own heart to die; this one..."
Looking at the bloody and horrific corpse, judging from its clothing, it was a young girl.
She couldn't continue speaking.
It is said that this young girl gouged out her own eyes and scratched her face raw with her own hands...
That's too cruel.
Mo Yunzhao's heart grew heavy.
"Witch".
As the childish curses subsided, a pebble was thrown at Mo Yunzhao.
Mo Yunzhao didn't dodge, and the pebble hit her neck. She raised her hand to touch the painful spot, then looked up.
The boy who threw the stones was a beggar who was about seven or eight years old.
The little beggar turned pale with fright when he saw her bloodshot eyes and ran away.
Mo Yunzhao quickly chased after him and caught him in an instant, grabbing him by the back of his collar and lifting him up like a chick.
"What did you just say?" she asked, looking at him with a slightly cold tone.
The little beggar's face turned ashen, but his childishness still made him stubborn, "You're a witch. The pandemic drove people mad; it's divine punishment that made us choose you to be the Flower Fairy."
Mo Yunzhao listened, raised an eyebrow and smiled, then gave the little boy's bottom a good slapping.
The little beggar was stunned for a moment, then struggled and shouted at the top of his lungs, "The witch is hitting people! The witch is eating people!"
The louder he cried and shouted, the harder Mo Yunzhao beat him.
The little beggar was shrewd; he quickly realized this and immediately shut up, no longer crying or shouting, but just glaring at her with teary eyes.
"Since you say this is divine punishment, then I, this demoness, will destroy this divine punishment and see if it dares to punish me again."
The little beggar blinked at her, his teary eyes filled with a hint of admiration.
That sounds pretty impressive, doesn't it?
"Being a demoness is better than being a flower fairy."
Mo Yunzhao didn't let go of him, but stared at him in confusion, "How come you're alright?"
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