Don't panic, the leader of rebirth

His legs were weak, his forehead was terribly hot, and the butcher knew he was sick, like most people.

Covering his face, the butcher had a tired look in his eyes, he staggered and leaned on the wall.

"grown ups!"

The soldier who was still in good health immediately put down the plate in his hand and helped the butcher who stumbled in. The butcher looked pale, looked at the man worriedly, and asked, "My lord, what's wrong with your body?" The butcher shook his head, Without speaking, he untied the gauze-wrapped arm. The wound pierced by the arrow feathers on the arm had not healed, and there was a foul smell. The butcher frowned. I have seen the wound myself, but the injury is still getting worse!

Is it really the things that those people throw out that can make people sick?

The butcher's face was as black as iron, and he sat slumped to the side. He didn't have much to eat. If he was surrounded like this, he might end up like He Feng, being killed without even the strength to fight.

In the middle of the night, water droplets condensed on the ends of the black hair, Yue Lin rubbed the wet hair, lay on the bed tired for a while, closed his eyes and rested, fortunately, he thought of the plague in time, and he was prepared, otherwise he would not have entered this city. Know how many people will die!

The bones of his body were falling apart and he couldn't feel the existence of his feet. He didn't care that his hair was still wet. He just wanted to lie quietly on the bed and have a good rest.

Wu Chen stayed by Yue Lin's side in distress, just quietly looking at the tired sleeping face of his beloved.

The night was getting darker and darker. Inside the City Lord's Mansion, small voices sounded. The men outside just stared at the mansion quietly, surrounding the mansion tightly.

Qing Yuan yawned and felt drowsy, but he still forced himself to open his sleepy eyes, he knew that the butcher would definitely not be like He Feng.

Thinking of this, he thought of the tattered head he saw when he came to Xiangsui, and instantly felt nauseous.

Sitting on the ground bored, the sky is full of stars.

The little boy in the temple was looking forward to going home every day, but who knew that what he was waiting for was not going home, but an unwarranted disaster...

boom boom-

It was the sound of the door opening.

Flames suddenly ignited in the city lord's mansion, and many arrows were shot, but fortunately, the Yanbei people were prepared, and under the order of Chi Zhan, they raised their shields and scarecrows made of all kinds of fancy straw to block the sudden attack. arrows.

"Damn it!" The butcher stood on the highest tower, seeing the scene clearly, shield, straw? !How come these damned tribal people are so much smarter than the city people to use these to avoid hidden arrows?

The wound on his arm was aching. Under the firelight, this tall man's lips and teeth were white, his forehead was dripping with sweat, and his whole body was limp and weak, but he had to cheer up and pretend nothing had happened.

Chi Zhan sneered and said, "Collect all these arrows!"

"What do you collect it for?" Hakar asked with a puzzled look on his face.

"spare."

Saving must be a huge advantage of Yanbei people. In fact, the real reason is that it is difficult to obtain good feathers for tassels in Yanbei, so Chi Zhan, who is used to reusing arrows, directly issued this order.

When the butcher saw the crowd collecting the arrows on the ground, he spit out a mouthful of old blood. Not only did the raid fail, but he also let the other party pick up his own arrows!

"I said, when will you surrender?! Otherwise, come out and fight, don't hide in your shell like a glyph tooth!" Chi Zhan stared impatiently at the butcher on the high platform, pointing at the butcher and shouted.

"Humph."

When Chi Zhan saw the opponent raised his head proudly and pointed his chin at him, he suddenly became angry, and shouted at the man above: "You coward who ran away!"

The butcher's face darkened suddenly, and he went downstairs.

The protracted battle in the city lasted for about three days, and the butcher announced his surrender three days later.

Wu Chen was very happy to accept the butcher's surrender, and now this city completely belongs to Yanbei!

Night shrouded the land, the stars and lights flickered on the vast land, the air was filled with night, the wind blew, and the grass moved.

"My lord, are we really going to leave here?" The soldier looked flustered, walking on the slightly barren land, he looked at the city behind him, and looked worriedly at the man who opened the cage for him. This man has already had trouble walking .

"Of course." The man glanced back at the city, and was about to leave when he heard the sound of horseshoes.

"not good!"

Howl.

I saw a group of people chasing after them on horseback. The leader was wearing a simple white linen suit, but he was very handsome and had piercing eyes.

Wu Chen's voice gradually cooled down, and he asked coldly, "Butcher, where do you want to go?"

"I just want to leave Xiangsui, isn't that all right? I want to go back to my hometown." The butcher Zhengding explained, but he was so angry that if he wanted to make a judgment, he would die soon.

"It's really impossible to leave Xiangsui." The person who spoke was not Wu Chen, that person rode forward slowly step by step, he looked extremely young, his appearance was beautiful, like a young nobleman, but his temperament was quiet, There is a smile on the face, and there are two dimples hanging on the sides.

The butcher saw the appearance of the person and shook his hand.

"It's you!" His body moved with excitement, and his eyes flickered for a while.

The butcher who was captured stared at the other side.

"Qing Yuan, why do you want me to keep people watching the butcher, you already knew he would leave." Wu Chen asked the people beside him while riding a horse.

Qing Yuan nodded and said, "The butcher can't leave. I'm also very grateful that Sir is willing to trust me. I'll explain this matter to you later."

"En." Wu Chen frowned and glanced at Qing Yuan, then said something.

In the closed space, the butcher's hands and feet were bound by iron chains, and he leaned weakly against the wall made of gray stones.

creak.

The door was opened, and it was Qing Yuan who walked in.

The butcher leaned against the wall, and didn't even bother to lift his eyelids, when he heard the other party's slightly mocking voice.

"You want to bring the news back? Do you think you can go back to Carthage after seeing Yuelin Wu?"

The butcher snorted coldly, his voice was hoarse, his face was pale because of his illness: "Aren't you the same?"

"No, I'm different from you." Qing Yuan sneered, and continued: "I remember only a few people have seen the portrait of Yue Lin, and you are one of them."

"You have no chance, I won't let you bring news back. And I never said why you were looking for Yue Lin, why do you think Yue Lin's portrait can help you return to Carthage?" Qing Yuan sneered One sound.

The butcher looked cold, and said: "You have been by your side before, why don't you tell me the truth about that portrait, why did you only paint his portrait and destroy that one?!"

Qing Yuan smiled slightly, "No, but I will tell you when you die."

Day two.

"How does the leader plan to deal with the butcher's matter?" Hakar asked Wu Chen with some doubts.

Chi Zhan and Hei Yan also looked at Wu Chen.

Yue Lin on the side looked at the crowd in surprise, and asked, "Deal with the butcher? Didn't he surrender?"

Hakar immediately explained: "Surrender is a surrender, but last night we saw him leave quietly, and when we caught up with him, he was caught and closed."

"Leave quietly?" Yue Lin turned sideways and looked at Wu Chen, only to see Wu Chen nodding to confirm Hakar's statement.

"Yes, and I think he keeps coughing like those soldiers who surrendered. Do you think he is also sick?" Hakar nodded immediately, thinking of the butcher's sickly expression when he saw the butcher these days He went on to say honestly: "This is sick, it's better to throw him out, so that other soldiers don't get sick."

Yue Lin hesitated and thought for a while, then said, "I'll wait to see how he's doing."

The dark and humid underground environment made people feel uncomfortable. With the torch burning in his hand, Wu Chen followed behind Yue Lin.

"Why did you keep him here?" Looking at the underground environment, Yue Lin couldn't help complaining about the butcher. According to Hakar, the other party just wanted to go home, so there was no need to arrest him!

Hearing this, Wu Chen remained silent, thinking of what Qing Yuan said to him last night.

The clothes on the butcher gave off an unpleasant rotten smell. The closer he got to the man, the man was so sick that he couldn't even open his eyes. Get out of the way and don't come near me!"

Yue Lin held down the weak man, and only then did he see that the butcher's arm was rotten, and the worsening condition worsened due to the harsh environment, Yue Lin turned to look at Wu Chen, "Take him to the house, I want to heal him! "

Trying his best to heal the butcher's injuries, Yue Lin checked the other's body carefully. Obviously, the wound on the arm is not the most important thing. The most frightening thing is that the butcher should have been infected with the disease like everyone else, so he has been restless. Stop coughing.

Warm and soft?

How old are these two words, the butcher taunted himself secretly, opened his tired eyes, and saw only a figure leaning against the bed, guarded by two soldiers waiting in full force, when he saw himself waking up, all the pores on his body tensed up instantly .

A wound on the arm.

The butcher who regained some strength looked at his arm, then looked down at Yue Lin, his mind was full of doubts.

Yue Lin lay on his stomach, awakened by a coughing sound, and looked at his patient in a panic. He took out some boiled medicine and handed it to the butcher.

"Drink some medicine. Although it can't cure you, it can inhibit your illness..." Yue Lin silently handed over the medicine he brewed. A Western doctor has limited understanding of traditional Chinese medicine and can know how to prevent it, but Yue Lin I really don't know how to fight against the epidemic, and I haven't learned how to look, hear and ask!

The summoned witches in Xiangsui City were also helpless.

The butcher knocked over the medicine bowl, and said in a cold voice, "No need."

Another bowl of medicine was handed to the butcher, and Yue Lin said, "I know my ability is limited, but I still hope to help you..."

"Don't drink, get out!"

The butcher gave Yue Lin a cold look, and said disdainfully.

"Cold and horizontal!"

Leng Heng at the side looked at Yue Lin, waiting for his order.

Yue Lin looked at the medicine in his hand, then at Leng Heng, put the medicine in Leng Heng's hand, and said, "Give it to me!"

"Yes!"

Being fed bowl after bowl of medicine, the butcher saw the bowl of medicine offered by Yue Lin and didn't refuse any more.

After drinking the bitter potion and putting down the medicine bowl, a hoarse voice sounded.

"Why did you save me? You know that I'm dying." The butcher felt that his body was getting worse day by day, but the man in front of him still spent time staring at himself, taking medicine and treating his wounds.

In Xiangsui, in the tribe, people like myself will only be abandoned.

Even in Carthage, with my previous status, if I got these diseases, I would only be isolated and sent a few slaves to take care of them. No witch would be willing to treat a dying person.

Yue Lin looked at the other party, thought for a while, and said: "I have always upheld a belief that the doctor is the heart of the parents. The doctor - is the responsibility of the witch, to treat diseases for the tribe, and the heart of the parents - is the love that parents have for their sons and daughters. mood."

"So you have to let me try it? What if I cure you?!"

Yue Lin smiled slightly, but he felt a little helpless when he said it, he couldn't believe it, the butcher was already dying of illness, and maybe he would return to the embrace of the ancestor god in a few days.

Three days later, Yue Lin looked at the butcher silently, and the butcher also looked at Yue Lin. He waved his hand, motioned for Yue Lin to come to him, and said in a low voice, "Now I believe that you are different from those witches. You are even like a witch. It's not the same, but it's a pity that I haven't gone back to seek revenge on Bo Jilie."

The butcher looked at Yue Lin, and said the last word, "Be careful of Carthage, be careful of Qing Yuan."

The man died peacefully.

Yue Lin felt powerless...and was embraced by Wu Chen.

All grievances in this city are over.

Qing Yuan looked at the burnt corpses with a smile, the butcher's corpse was devoured.

"Rosie, I'm calling you your former name at this time, I wonder if you have discarded this name?"

"I didn't have time to tell you. Wu Zhi once told me that Yuelin might become the overthrower of Carthage. I don't know why Wu Zhi destroyed the portrait in the end and let someone who might overthrow Carthage go. But I will definitely witness the death of Carthage under the iron horses of these tribesmen, and witness the day of Bojilie's death. May you witness with me in the arms of the ancestor god..."