Chapter 22 The Hunting Time Begins

The next day.

Just as he thought, four more villagers were infected with the plague. They were carried to the door of the pharmacy by some kind-hearted villagers. They still considerately placed mats on the ground, as if they were afraid that they would catch a cold lying on the ground.

The village chief was still shouting that something big had happened and the Taoist priest should run away quickly.

In this regard, he was unwilling to say any more nonsense, and even wanted to give the village chief a punch. It might be that Fubao was seriously injured yesterday, which resulted in the fact that the medicine did not cure his illness today like it did yesterday.

He saw Fubao crying in public.

Crying like a child.

No, Fubao is indeed a child. Maybe spirits live longer, but at his age, he can only be considered a child among humans.

He found that Butcher Liu's expression became even more solemn. He even clenched his fists tightly while standing in the crowd. But then he seemed to think of something, loosened his fists weakly, and retreated silently.

The second day.

Things are getting worse again.

Another villager was infected with the plague, and he knew that another villager had gone to the back mountain to drink the sticky liquid in big gulps.

The number of people suffering from the plague increased dramatically.

Not only the adults, but even the children who had been playing with Fubao were infected with the plague.

To Lin Fan, the plague was indeed terrible. Ordinary doctors would only find it difficult to deal with the plague, but to him, a true practitioner with the power of poison, he only needed to release his beloved pet golden centipede, crawl into the body, and the plague would be cured in minutes.

But he didn't.

In the eyes of the village chief, he is now just a Taoist priest who chants scriptures and knows some basic martial arts.

He also wanted to know to what extent the ginseng spirit Fubao would go and why he was so determined to protect them, or if there was some other problem.

Day 3.

The situation is still very bad.

Some more villagers were infected with the plague. The once vibrant village became somewhat lifeless. The relatively healthy villagers in every household all looked miserable.

"Fubao, this plague is too terrible." Lin Fan simply covered the lower half of his face. Although he would not be infected, he still had to follow the necessary procedures.

Even if he was really infected, he could just let the golden centipede wander around his body and he would be fine again.

"I know. I know."

Other villagers didn't dare to get close here, so Lin Fan followed behind Fu Bao and helped to look after them. Normally, ordinary people wouldn't be able to survive such a plague, but Fu Bao kept them alive using water melted with blood.

At this time, I came to the wooden bed, where a child with sores all over his face was lying.

"Fubao, I'm in pain. I'm in so much pain."

Fubao held his friend's hand with his thick little hand, "It's okay, it's okay, I will definitely save you."

As he spoke, tears began to fall.

Lin Fan, who was standing behind him, looked at him expressionlessly, with golden light flashing in his eyes. His face full of sores was scary enough, but the child in his true form was even more terrifying.

"Fubao, I'm in pain."

"Fubao, save me."

"It's so uncomfortable. It's really uncomfortable."

The other children in the room were wailing, and the wailing sounds, like the sound of a devil, hit Fubao's heart hard, making his face turn pale in an instant, without a trace of blood.

At this time, the wailing children all felt a little regretful.

In order to eat Fubao, you have to suffer so much.

It hurts, so much.

When you really want to eat Fubao, you must eat it in big mouthfuls.

In another house.

The village chief gathered with a group of villagers.

"It seems that Fubao's condition has reached a very bad stage. It's not long before we have to take action."

"Village chief, what should we do if that stinky Taoist priest won't leave?"

"It's okay. I'll find a chance to poison him and kill him. Now everyone in our village is infected with the plague. I don't believe he is not afraid."

…

Another day passed.

Several infected villagers were still sent here.

Fu Bao was helpless and numb. His blood could not save anyone, but could only relieve their symptoms.

Inside the house.

Fubao closed the door and looked at the big basin in front of him. His once proud and happy expression was gone, and there was only endless sadness. Holding a dagger in his hand, he made the final preparations.

"It's the only way."

"My blood and essence can save them, otherwise there is no other way."

Just when he was about to take action.

Crunch.

The door was pushed open.

Lin Fan, wearing a Taoist robe, walked in, glanced at the basin on the ground, then looked at the dagger in Fu Bao's hand, and understood what he was going to do.

Close the door behind you.

"Little Taoist priest, what are you doing here?" Fubao asked with lifeless eyes.

"Little Taoist priest?" Lin Fan smiled. "Fubao, ginseng spirit, when I didn't tell you your identity, you called me little Taoist priest, and I didn't mind you. Now that I have told you your identity, what should you call me?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Lin Fan's eyes glowed red, with an alarming bloodshot and murderous aura, which frightened Fu Bao so much that he took several steps back, trembling.

"Dao... Daoist Master."

"Well, that's more like it."

The red light dissipated and everything returned to normal.

Fu Bao really didn't expect that this Taoist priest was actually real and had great Taoist skills. In today's world, even if he had been staying in Changsheng Village, he knew that in this Dharma-Ending Age, there were very few practitioners, and even if they really practiced, they would only learn the basics.

"Fubao, you prepared these things because you want to sacrifice your life to save them?" Lin Fan asked.

"Master, there is no other way. I can only give up my own blood and essence to save them."

"Are they worth saving?"

"Worth it." Fubao said without any hesitation.

"Worth it? Then do you know that they are draining your power and consuming your vitality? When you are powerless, that's when they will eat you. You have done so much for them, but not only are they not grateful, they even want to kill you. Is it worth it?"

He still doesn't understand Fubao's thoughts.

As a monster, it should feed on humans, but now it is doing the opposite.

It's simply the reverse of Tiangang.

"worth."

“Is this worth it?”

"I know, I know everything, I know everyone wants to eat me."

Lin Fan narrowed his eyes, "Since you know this, why are you still doing this? Could it be that you have had a head injury?"

No other reason.

Apart from this reason, he really couldn't think of any other reason.

Fu Bao shook his head and said slowly, "A long, long time ago, this village was not called Changsheng Village. The villagers made a living by hunting and farming. My grandfather was dug out by a wild boar before he could transform. At this time, a doctor who went up the mountain to collect herbs saved my grandfather from the wild boar's mouth and buried him, hoping that my grandfather would thrive."

"After a long time, my grandfather transformed into a human of my size and came to the village to learn medicine from the doctor. Gradually, my grandfather understood a lot of things and felt the love of the villagers for him."

"Until one day, a natural disaster struck and a terrible plague swept the village. Mortal medicine could not cure it, so my grandfather asked the villagers to eat him to cure the disease. I knew the villagers did not want to eat my grandfather or me, but our taste was poison and they would never forget it."

Lin Fan listened silently, listening to the story between the monsters and humans.

This is gratitude and giving.

But look at the situation of the village now, how prosperous it is.

The villagers were no longer tormented by natural disasters, but instead thought of various ways to consume the opponent's power so that they could take action more easily.

Their seemingly flawless actions are actually so ridiculous.

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"After I share you, will you still exist in the future?" Lin Fan asked.

Fubao nodded, "Yes, just bury my heart in the ground. Within thirty years, a new Fubao will appear. It will have the beautiful memories of me and the villagers. It will return to the village, to the place where I am willing to give everything. Here I can feel happy and needed by everyone."

"Okay, okay, you treat yourself as a leek. Once you cut one wave, another wave will come." At this moment, he finally understood.

This is really stupid.

Fubao didn't say anything, but his eyes, which seemed willing, were filled with a hint of discomfort.

Perhaps, it itself knows that the villagers do not really like it, but only like its meat.

"Go ahead and bleed yourself." Lin Fan didn't stop him.

Fubao took the dagger and cut his wrist fiercely. Immediately, blood poured into the basin like a waterfall. As the blood flowed out, Fubao's face became paler and paler.

Lin Fan was not moved at all by Fu Bao's selfless dedication.

I just feel like it has gone berserk.

After an unknown amount of time, Fubao collapsed to the ground with the basin filled with blood.

Bang! The door was pushed open.

"Fubao..." Butcher Liu rushed in and saw Fubao lying on the ground. He hugged him in his arms and cried bitterly, "I am too timid. Why are you so stupid?"

"Liu, Brother Liu, Fubao volunteered." The weak Fubao said with difficulty.

Lin Fan stood at the door. He didn't know when the door was already surrounded by villagers. Even those villagers infected with the plague were supported by their families and looked over here greedily.

Lin Fan said, "Fubao has already released his blood. Who of you can move the basin out? He wanted to save you. His efforts should not be wasted in vain."

As soon as these words came out.

There was a commotion among the crowd.

Immediately, strong villagers rushed in, carrying the blood basin and rushed out.

The waiting villagers went completely crazy. Blood spilled on the ground, and some villagers knelt on the ground, licking it greedily. Another group of people gathered around the blood basin, fighting for it.

"Don't grab it, it's mine."

"Fubao's blood tastes so good, it's better than ordinary blood."

"This is blood essence. Fu Bao's blood essence must be extraordinary."

"Haha, Dad is right, it really tastes good."

"Mom, give me a drink, I can't get it from them."

Lin Fan stood at the door, watching quietly, opening the Eye of Merit. In his sight, a group of demons and monsters in human skin were greedily enjoying the blood of the spirits who had given everything for them.

There was blood on his hands.

His face was covered in blood.

Baring fangs and claws.

Greedy desire formed a terrible wave.

"Eat, drink, and feel Fu Bao's final love for you. You won't have another chance in the future."

Lin Fan took off his Taoist robe, folded it neatly and placed it on the table calmly, then stood at the door holding an axe and continued to watch.

He didn't know what these people were thinking.

Or whether there is a heart or not.

Anyway, he knew that he might go on a killing spree next.

I go down the mountain to slay demons and monsters.

But the demons that are slain and the monsters that are eliminated may not be real demons.

These demons in human skin should also be killed.

Every breath you exhale is polluting this world.

This world needs a thorough cleanup.

Others can't do it.

Then let me do it.

The blood basin was empty and was licked clean, even the blood spilled on the soil was not spared. He grabbed the soil and put it into his mouth, swallowing it all together.

Swish! Swish! Swish! The villagers of all shapes and sizes all looked towards the medical hall.

"Fubao's body is still inside."

"Yes, flesh and blood are the best."

"Don't destroy the heart. Whether we can eat meat in Changsheng Village in the future depends on the heart."

"knew."

"Eat meat."

The villagers, with dim eyes, ignored Lin Fan and rushed towards this side.

The first to bear the brunt was the village chief.

Although he looks old, I didn't expect his legs and feet are so nimble.

"Master, let's eat meat together." said the village chief.

"Eat it."

Without saying a word, Lin Fan swung his axe, chopping it across and cutting off half of the village chief's head.

In an instant, blood splattered, dyeing the sky and the earth red.

"Murder."

"Murder..."

(End of this chapter)