At this time, a servant suddenly ran over out of breath: "It's not good! The second young master has fainted!"
The young man conveniently put the thing in his pocket: "Second brother is sick?"
The disease, which had spread throughout the city, eventually found its way to him.
When the young man passed by, An Chengbo was lying sickly on the bed, getting up from time to time and retching.
Lu Tianshi stood aside and looked at him worriedly. Although he was a Tianshi, he couldn't cure the disease.
An Chengbo originally had resentment left in his body, and his body was weaker than others, so he was the first person in the An family to get sick.
Mr. An was afraid of being infected, so he hid under the pretext of being unwell. An Chengbo was heartbroken, but when he saw the young man, a brother who was not close to him, come to see him, he couldn't help being moved.
"What did the doctor say?" the young man asked.
"At present, the cause of the disease has not been found out. The doctor said it might be the plague." Lu Tianshi answered on his behalf.
This kind of large-scale outbreak of infectious disease, and the patient's performance is the same high fever, vomiting, dizziness... It must be the same as the plague.
At present, the authorities have blocked the access to Splendid City, fearing that the plague will spread.
Fortunately, apart from the animals, there has been no news of the death of the patient.
The young man's proposal some time ago played a big role. Mr. An made a lot of money from the hoarded herbs. Even if he took the opportunity to raise the price, others dared not speak up.
Because of the sudden incident, the stock of pharmacies in Jinxiu City is now scarce, so Mr. An can only let Mr. An set the price in the seller's market.
"Recover well, second brother." The young man turned his back to Lu Tianshi, with a worried tone but a smile on his face, "You will definitely get better."
An Chengbo's eyes widened suddenly, his throat was rattling, but he couldn't say anything.
This sentence is really very familiar, so familiar that he immediately remembered the scene at that time.
It was more than ten years ago, Mr. An invited Wu Zhu, and the younger brother began to get sick frequently. Once he passed by his room, and saw the nurse pouring medicine for the younger brother, and then covered his mouth and nose with a towel.
The little brother struggled and stretched out his hand, and looked at him, as if asking him for help.
The nanny also saw him, her subordinates kept moving, and greeted him nonchalantly: "Second Young Master, hello."
"..." An Chengbo walked closer, looked into the younger brother's dark eyes, suddenly stretched out his hand out of nowhere, and held down his struggling arm.
"Take good care of your illness, and you will definitely get better," he said.
What did the nanny say back then... An Chengbo recalled in a daze.
"The two are really brothers." Lu Tianshi said with emotion sincerely.
Ironically, what he said was exactly the same as what the nanny said back then.
It seems that the scene from that year has reappeared, but the protagonist has changed.
An Chengbo originally thought that this memory had long been forgotten by him. There may be a reason for him to leave An's house so resolutely.
But it was just a sentence, and the dusty memory was revealed again, so cruel and naked|nakedly displayed in front of his eyes.
He watched Lu Tianshi and the young man leave the room. The young man's last smile lingered in his mind and could not go away for a long time.
After separating from the young man, Lu Tianshi went out.
He is a warm-hearted person. When a plague breaks out, even if what he has learned is not useful, he wants to see if there is anything he can help.
Not long after he went out, he met a young man with a bright smile. He seemed to be waiting for him there specially. When he saw him, he said, "I have known you for a long time, Tianshi Lu."
"—I have something to tell you."
Went to "visit" An Chengbo, the young man had already forgotten the existence of the thing in the pocket, before he noticed it, the bead seemed to melt into something, and gradually disappeared into the air.
When he saw Chang An, he found him sitting in the living room, frowning, lips pursed, looking unhappy.
"What's wrong? Who made you unhappy?" His voice softened involuntarily.
"No one..." Chang An couldn't help sighing.
Due to the recent outbreak of the epidemic, Splendid Blossom City suddenly became depressed, and the young people also reduced the number of times they went out.
Unable to go out to play, how could Chang An, who was bored at home, feel better.
Not only that, but also because of the epidemic, many animals died of illness, and the river fresh food was even uneatable. The only ingredients left were vegetables grown by ourselves and egg tofu. It's hard for a clever woman to cook without rice, even if the cook is good, he can't make them into a flower.
Chang'an's mood can be imagined.
As soon as the young man sat down beside him, he plunged into his arms, and the fluffy hair rubbed against his arms.
How well the young man knew him, and he knew the reason when he thought about it: "Staying bored at home?"
He comforted him: "The day after tomorrow is the Hungry Ghost Festival. Once the Hungry Ghost Festival is over, we can leave Splendid City and travel around."
Chang An raised his head when he heard this, and looked over with a pair of black and white eyes, the young man added: "Once everything has been dealt with, I have already told my father that I don't intend to inherit the family business, and he agreed."
Chang An looked at him steadily for a while, and then broke into a smile: "Really? That's great!"
Although he knew that what the young man said meant that the remaining two members of the An family had nothing to live for - yes, he now knew that the young man was the mastermind behind the An family's massacre.
But what did it matter to him, to speak cold-bloodedly
But... things may not go as the youth imagined.
He pressed against the young man's chest rather attached, listening to the steady heartbeat, forcibly suppressed the uneasiness in his heart.
The recent accidents and incidents all have a sense of impending rain, and Chang'an is keenly aware of the approaching danger step by step.
Is it because of Jiang Ye? It seems that it's not just that, it's just that Jiang Ye won't make him feel so threatened.
So what is it? Chang An couldn't figure it out.
The young man stroked the young man's back, enjoying Chang'an's rare dependence on him. The atmosphere was so warm, but there seemed to be an undercurrent surging in it.
The next day, An Chengbo died of persistent high fever.
This seemed to be an introduction. Starting from him, patients infected with the plague died one after another in Jinxiu City. Now the patients and their families who were not worried at first began to panic.
After all, no one knows whether he will be the next to die.
The atmosphere in Jinxiu City suddenly became tense, like a powder keg about to ignite, full of oppressive atmosphere.
The conflict first broke out in An's medicine shop. Several patients rushed into the shop, injured the clerk, took away the herbs, and even pushed Mr. An down.
He was getting old, his heart was not good, he couldn't catch his breath, and no one gave him medicine, so he died like this.
It's really embarrassing that Mr. An has never seen such a big storm, and finally ended up in such a way of death.
Fairview City was in chaos right now, the police force of the police station was no longer enough to maintain law and order, and the patients acted recklessly, as if they were enjoying the last carnival.
——Anyway, there is no hope of healing at all, and I am dying, so why should I be bound by secular rules
Then, unknown who spread the news that the plague was caused by the revival of the evil dragon five hundred years ago. As long as it is killed, all patients can be cured.
As for the identity of the evil dragon, although the person didn't say it clearly, the information he gave pointed to the only remaining An family member, An Chenglong.
A group of people surrounded the mansion, and An's servants confronted them with weapons—the scene five hundred years ago seemed to reappear again.
The young man was sitting on the sofa in the living room, watching the minute hand of the wall clock moving one by one. It was almost twelve o'clock in the evening.
He seemed oblivious to what was happening outside, but Chang An, he saw the scene outside through the glass, and frowned.
When the wall clock struck twelve times, he laughed leisurely: "What is Chang'an going to do now? If you hand me over now, there is still time."
After a long time, An's servants will definitely not be the opponents of those outside.
He is still in the mood to joke now, Chang An pursed his lips, hesitated for a while, and suggested: "Let's run away!"
When the young man told him the story, he came up with this method. Hearing this sentence from his mouth again, the young man couldn't help laughing.
After laughing, he said: "I know there is a small door in the mansion, let's go out from there."
Although the people outside did not pose a threat to him, but seeing the young man's genuine concern for him... he still couldn't help "acting" along with his proposal.
The small gate was not surrounded by people, and Chang An and the young man "escaped" from the mansion smoothly.
Walking on a remote path, the young man asked him, "What's next?"
"Well..." Changan thought seriously, "First find a place to hide..."
Before he finished speaking, two figures appeared before his eyes.
One is Lu Tianshi who disappeared after An Chengbo's death, and the other is Jiang Ye.
"You're right, he really is a demon!"
Under the moonlight, the edges of the youth's figure twisted, spreading out infinite darkness.
"Of course I won't lie." Jiang Ye said boldly, "What are you waiting for? Lu Tianshi, let's do it!"
Hearing this, Tianshi Lu sacrificed a mahogany sword and a talisman, blocking the young man's way.
Jiang Ye knew that he was not the young man's opponent, and his intention of calling this celestial master was not to deal with the young man, but to contain him.
It doesn't take long, just a short moment is enough.
Jiang Ye urged the bead that had been integrated into the youth, and smiled complacently.
A momentary afterimage appeared on the young man's body, his body quickly began to blur, and clusters of black mist replaced his human limbs - he now looked like a veritable evil.
The surrounding space began to fluctuate unsteadily, as if feeling an inexplicable suction, and everything around him began to rush towards the young man.
The space quickly shattered, and the fragments were absorbed by the young man. The surrounding scenery faded in an instant. The young man was like an insatiable monster, greedily absorbing everything he could absorb.
Jiang Ye turned pale with shock, the scene in front of him was absolutely unexpected: "What's going on?!"
That bead is obviously just a soul-scattering bead!
Chang An was also stunned, looking at the scene in front of him in surprise.
As more and more things were swallowed, the black mist continued to expand, and the game worlds were swallowed up one by one, and the npcs and even the players couldn't escape.
But this still can't satisfy the appetite of the black mist, it is still spreading and growing, eroding everything around it.
But I don't know if there is still a sliver of reason, no matter how the black mist spreads, it has reserved a certain space for Chang'an - that is the safe place it reserved for him.
However, Changan's heart beat faster and faster, he knew that the black mist would be swallowed up endlessly, and it would definitely be annihilated by the rules.
He has already felt a trace of the power of the rules now - it is still examining, still waiting, wanting to see if the black mist is worth it to do it by itself.
But its patience will not last long.
If you want to stop the black mist, if you want it to actively stop the devouring behavior, you must let it obtain enough energy.
And the only one who can do this is Chang'an who has stored a lot of energy—after all, his job as a mirror is to provide energy converters in high-latitude spaces.
Without much hesitation, Chang An took the initiative to walk into the black mist.
I haven't had time to tell him that I seem to like him already...
——This is Chang'an's last thought.
With a "click", the sound of the mirror shattering sounded.
"Chang'an---!!!" The moment he closed his eyes, the young man's grief-stricken voice seemed to tear apart the space and reached his ears.
The author has something to say: The second update √
This is also the penultimate chapter, and it will end tomorrow. After the update is completed tomorrow, the way to obtain the benefits will be posted on the web, just search for Jiunianglizi. I won't say it again tomorrow.
Good night little angels (≧3≦)