Bai Zhi was startled, and immediately asked: "Why? I can at least help a little by staying."
Dongfang Mu shook his head: "This matter will definitely end well, and how it will end, no one knows. At that time, I am afraid that Yan'er and I will not be able to take care of you. You will also influence this drive. If you don’t understand, it’s better to take advantage of the fact that the matter hasn’t erupted, you leave as soon as possible, and leave tomorrow."
Bai Zhi shook his head: "No, I can't just watch you suffer here while I take refuge. This is inconsistent with my nature." In modern times, she once worked as a war zone medical aid.
The corpses were everywhere in the war zone, and the epidemic was serious. In such a situation, she never frowned. Would she admit it now
Never!
"I'm not going, you're not going, I'm not going, I'm a doctor, I can't just watch the virus rampant and avoid running away. Besides, I suspect this kind of poison will be transmitted through bites. If it can be transmitted, Grandpa, do you know what it will become in the end?"
Dongfang Mu was startled and didn't know how to answer the call.
Bai Zhi sighed, raised his eyes to the dark cloud in the sky, just like her mood at this time, the originally bright eyes were somehow stained with gloom, and the flat eyebrows were drawn together into a word of Sichuan.
"At that time, Chu country will have no safe place, grandpa, if you want to protect my mother and me, then let me stay and help you to overcome this difficulty together."
Dongfang Mu was very moved. The girl in front of him, who looked like a 13-year-old girl, was so old and so courageous that she was already scared.
"Okay, okay, it really is the kind of my Dongfang family."
Bai Zhi's eyebrows lit up: "Grandpa, do you agree?"
Dongfang Mu nodded: "I agree, but your mother still wants to send it away. I don't worry about her being here."
Bai Zhi nodded, rolled his eyes, moved forward, and said with a low voice: "Grandpa, I have a plan—"
But half a day, the news that Lu'antang's master Guan was seriously injured and flew into the thousands of households in the city of Kyoto.
The same flew into the ears of the handsome young man.
Song Lang played with the veil in his hand, and a small flower was simply shown on the corner of the veil. It was not the flower beside it, but the flower of Baizhi.
"Dead?" He raised his eyes and glanced at the old man.
The old man nodded, his eyes calm: "I don't know the true or false of Shifang's spread like this."
"Sent someone to investigate?"
The old man said: "Send someone, he should be back soon."
When the words fell, footsteps came from the door, and a young man poked his head and said to the old man: "Old Yuan, the people who went out are back."
Old Yuan nodded: "Let him come in and talk back."
The person who talked back and forth was a young man in his early twenties, a white-washed green shirt, ordinary face, the kind of ordinary people who could not be found in a pile of people. Such a person is most suitable for inquiring about disappearance.
The young man said: "Master, I heard that Master Guan was a knife in his abdomen. When he was sent to Dongfang's house, his cotton coat was soaked with blood. Although the injury is not critical, the blood shed too much."
"You mean, he died of blood loss? Did you see the corpse?"
The young man nodded: "I saw the corpse, and his complexion was dry. It did look like he had lost too much blood. The remaining grandson of the Guan family was crying miserably, and it didn't look like a fake."
Song Lang stared at the young man and said, "I couldn't find out the least bit of news before, so would you even see everyone?"