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464: Weird Village  Duguyan thought for a moment, then shouted at the top of his voice: "Is there anyone here? We are medical officers sent by the empire to investigate the situation here. If the situation allows, we will save all of you."

  As soon as he finished speaking, there was a movement in the house.

  Soon, the door opened, and a middle-aged man covered his mouth and nose with straw, carefully looking at Ye Lingling and his party.

  Although Ye Lingling and the other two were not nobles, their clothes were extraordinary, which was not comparable to these villagers.

  In an instant, the man knelt on the ground and begged: "Several adults, please save our village quickly. My wife and son suddenly had bleeding from the mouth and nose a few days ago. That night, many people in the village had such symptoms."

  "The doctor in the city came to see, but left without prescribing medicine, saying that it was an incurable disease."

  The big man's crying immediately attracted the attention of other villagers. Soon, the villagers who were still able to move gathered around.

  Everyone talked about it, and some even said that this was a punishment from the gods.

  On the night when the villagers fell ill, Zhang Xiaoba from the village accidentally smashed the statue of the god enshrined in the ancestral hall, which aroused the anger of the gods. This is why the gods were sent down to punish the people in the village.

  Ye Lingling frowned slightly. If this continued, the cause of the disease could not be found at all.

  The reason for the gods to punish them was too far-fetched. After all, the goddess of life she knew was a kind-hearted god who was willing to help everyone.

  Seeing that Ye Lingling could not control the situation, Zhao Wuji shouted directly, revealing eight soul rings at the same time, "Okay, what do we ask, you answer, don't quarrel here!" "

  Soul Douluo." A knowledgeable villager, as if he had found a savior, knelt at Zhao Wuji's feet.

  Zhao Wuji quickly pulled the villager up, "Okay, don't do these useless things, we are here to solve the problem."

  As he said, he winked at Ye Lingling. The latter understood and immediately asked: "How long has it been since the first person fell ill, and how many people in the village have died of the disease?"

  "Don't make a fuss, you tell me." Ye Lingling randomly pointed to someone.

  This person was an old man, who was quite prestigious in the village. He said: "Two months ago, I just came back from the city and heard that someone in the village was sick."

  "At that time, the village chief seemed to be the first to be seriously ill, so I went to the city to call a doctor. When I came back with people, there were many more people in the village with the same symptoms. The doctor was useless. He came for less than five minutes and ran back to the city with his box."

  Hearing this, Ye Lingling asked again: "Besides your village, are there people in nearby villages and cities suffering from the same disease?"

  The old man shook his head.

  A few days after the collective illness in the village, he went to report to the authorities with several young men in the village. At that time, there was no news of such a disease in the city and the villages passed by.

  Later, the city lord's mansion also sent a doctor. The doctor stayed here for a few days. After he felt helpless about the disease, he left a few suggestions to the villagers and left.

  One of the suggestions given by the doctor was to isolate the seriously ill people in a separate house to avoid contact with the outside world.

  Every noon, the villagers delivered the meals to the door and let the people with less severe symptoms come out to get them. After use, the tableware was placed behind the door. After that, the villagers took away the bowls and chopsticks and roasted them on the fire to achieve the purpose of disinfection.

  Ye Lingling immediately saw the clue. The doctor's method was to treat these villagers as infected with diseases. But in fact, if it was really a severe disease, no one in the village would survive. At least, these villagers would die from the disease.

  "How many people who were quarantined died? Were there other villagers infected with the same symptoms in the following period of time?"

  The old man thought for a while and replied, "Except for the many people infected at the beginning, only a few people were infected later. More than half of the villagers who were quarantined have passed away, and the rest are still struggling."

  "Hey~ Senior doctor, you are kind-hearted, please save the people in our village."

  After he finished speaking, all the villagers, including the old man, knelt in front of Ye Lingling.     "You don't have to do this. Take me to see the villagers' situation first." Ye Lingling didn't dare to guarantee the specific situation without a diagnosis.

  They came to the house where the villagers were isolated.

  This was originally a place where the village used to pile thatch. Because of the special situation, it was transformed into a temporary isolation center.

  "My dear, you can't go in. If we get sick, who will treat us?" The old man hurriedly blocked in front of Ye Lingling.

  Helplessly, Ye Lingling had to stand outside the house.

  At such a long distance, she couldn't see the situation of the villagers in the house. She

  simply summoned her martial soul, and seven soul rings of yellow, purple, black and black appeared under her feet.

  Zhao Wuji was immediately ashamed. As an auxiliary soul master, he could cultivate to the level of a seven-ring soul saint at such a young age. In time, Ye Lingling's achievements will be limitless.

  "The seventh soul ring, the martial soul's true body."

  Ye Lingling held the Nine-Hearted Begonia in both hands and raised it above her head.

  After the martial soul's true body was activated, the Nine-Heart Begonia became huge and exuded a strong vitality.

  A milky white light fell from the Nine-Heart Begonia and landed in the body of a villager with relatively mild symptoms.

  Through the feedback obtained from the healing soul skill, Ye Lingling knew that this villager should have been poisoned by some kind of poison.

  So far, the villagers have not given any useful information. They don't know how they were poisoned, and they don't know what poison they were poisoned by.

  Ye Lingling can always cure the symptoms of these villagers with some effort using the healing soul skill, but it is not ruled out that after they leave, the people in the village will be poisoned.

  It's not that the people here will give up the land passed down by their ancestors and go to live elsewhere.

  As the treatment intensity increased, the pale face of the young man who was originally lying on the thatch and coughing up blood was gradually recovering.

  The milky white light wrapped him in it, making him feel warm.

  Two minutes later, he miraculously stood up, and the symptoms of coughing up blood were completely relieved.

  The young man walked out of the house and said excitedly, "I'm fine, I'm really fine, cough cough."

  He spoke too fast and choked, but this time, he didn't cough up blood.

  "Son, thank your benefactor quickly." An old woman walked up with a cane and pulled the young man to kneel down.

  Some people were cured, and the rest of the villagers knelt on the ground, begging Ye Lingling to save their families.

  Ye Lingling was in trouble for a while. There were more than 500 people in the village, and now at least more than 300 people were infected. They were all mixed with poison, and it would take a lot of soul power to detoxify.

  Even if the martial soul true body was activated, Ye Lingling could not save too many people in a short time.

  "You shouldn't do this." Zhao Wuji frowned and said in a deep voice.