Mythology

Chapter 125: The story of full pressure

"What does gray quality mean? Is the character dying?"

This was the first time Yang He saw the grey quality, which showed that the Plague Ghost had a narrow escape from death. Choosing a character was already becoming very stressful.

[Plague Scattering Ghost: 5/5 (0%)]

And the number of plague ghosts is about the same as that of stone ghosts.

“You can no longer play the role of a butcher, but you can use the butcher as a breakthrough point.”

Yang He refreshed the page three times in a row and finally found a character related to the butcher.

[Pharmacy Apprentice (white): The town hasn't seen the sun for a long time, and it's the season change, so there are very few people who are sick. However, the butcher's livestock suddenly died for no apparent reason, so I asked you to come and take a look.]

[If you do not choose an identity, you will go to the anecdote world as your true self. ]

"Choose an apprentice in a pharmacy."

Yang He did not carry any objects with him and no longer taught any techniques.

.........

The sky was terribly gloomy, with dark clouds overhead that were impenetrable. The autumn wind blew up the fallen leaves on the roadside, making rustling groans of pain.

Inside the drugstore, a young man was snoring loudly while lying on the counter.

There were few customers coming to get medicine, only two flies buzzing around.

"Yang He, help me run to Old Chen's house on the corner."

The old doctor came out from the inner room. Seeing the young man taking a nap, he was not angry. He patted the young man on the shoulder and said, "Yang He."

The boy's pupils focused as he adjusted to his surroundings.

Yang He believes in his intuition very much, because some evil spirits are simply impossible to detect.

As soon as I entered the Plague Ghost, although the Yin energy was weak and my spiritual vision had not increased, I still felt an indescribable weird feeling.

Yang He felt a little nauseous and looked around.

The world of the allusion is indeed as the character information shows. Due to long-term cold and dampness, the corners of the drugstore have been infected with mold.

A cold wind swirled by, and a few snails were crawling in the ditch.

Yang He's awkwardness became more and more intense, and he seemed to be out of tune with the world of allusions.

"Hey."

"Yang He, if the sun doesn't come out in Yanqu Town, all the herbs in the shop will rot. If the shop goes bankrupt, I'll teach you a few prescriptions, and you can go back to your hometown and be a barefoot doctor."

Yang He pretended to be worried, and the doctor didn't say much.

"Send the swine fever prescription you caught to Old Chen's house on the corner."

Yang Heyi swept the herbs and found that it was indeed a prescription for curing the plague pigs.

"it is good."

The medicinal materials were wrapped in oil paper, and Yang Heyi walked out of the pharmacy in a flash.

The doctor behind him reminded, "Yang He, remember, just cook it simply. If necessary, add some sake and feed it to the sick pig."

When Yang He arrived at the street, his throat was already filled with sourness.

Yanqu Town should be near Xiqi, with a population of no more than four or five thousand. Everything seems ordinary, but it is very... awkward.

"Oh shit."

Although Yang He did not carry a pupil ghost with him, his spiritual vision of over a thousand strengthened his five senses. Not to mention the presence of evil spirits, even if there were weak ghosts in Yanqu Town recently, he could easily spot the clues.

But there was nothing unusual, as if the discomfort in my heart was just an illusion.

Yang He asked a few passers-by and soon found Lao Chen's butcher shop. He smelled a pungent fishy odor before he got close.

There was only a woman busy in the shop. When she saw Yang He, she quickly forced a smile.

"You are... the herbalist of Baicaotang?"

"Yes, Yang He."

The woman was packing up the pig's offal with a slightly awkward look on her face. "I'm sorry, Brother Yang, you made this trip for nothing. The livestock at home are no longer plagued. Can you return the herbs?"

Yang He didn't want to miss the opportunity to explore the world of allusions.

"What's your name? I can help you check the condition of the animals again. If it's really as you said, I'll take the herbs back to the shop."

"Thank you, Brother Yang. Just call me Li."

Li took off the oily cloth bag and led Yang He to the backyard.

"Those sick pigs are not actually from our butcher shop. They are livestock from the local wealthy family Song?"

"Why would an outsider's animal be in a butcher's shop?"

"How can I, a woman, know clearly? But I heard that..."

Li lifted the curtain of the pigpen, and more than a dozen pigs made grunting sounds. When they saw Li, they immediately raised their heads to ask for food.

Yang He carefully scanned the pigpen and found that it was full of ordinary animals.

There is not a trace of negative energy.

He looked confused, as if everything he did was in vain.

At this moment, Yang He heard the sound of chopping meat in the inner room and couldn't help asking, "Li, is that your man in the inner room?"

Li couldn't help but worry and said, "He has been acting weird these days. He has already gone to the temple to get a few bowls of magic water and drank it."

Yang He narrowed his eyes and realized that the person in the inner room was the butcher, the character he could have played earlier.

"How about I prescribe a few prescriptions for calming the nerves?"

"I saw a doctor before, but it was useless."

Li added hesitantly, "For some reason, he took all the remaining diseased pigs from the Song Mansion into the inner room. He only came out occasionally and wouldn't let me in. Sigh..."

“How did the pig disease become infected?”

Yang He remembered that the butcher's information mentioned that the pork was still fresh and delicious, so the problem must be with the diseased pigs. Maybe he could get a glimpse of the problem.

Li felt that Yang He had an inexplicable aura and was unable to refuse the latter's questions.

"The sick pigs kept turning in circles day and night, refusing to eat, until they died of exhaustion."

Yang He turned and looked towards the inner room, "You seemed to have good business in the past few days?"

"Yes." Li avoided Yang He's gaze, "But it's only been two or three days. Brother Yang, you can see that there haven't been many customers recently."

"Is the business gone because the diseased pork has been sold out?" Yang He's tone became aggressive. Li was a little overwhelmed for a moment. "No... there is no diseased pork. My husband and I are both honest people. How could we sell diseased pork?"

"Ms. Li, you don't want me to talk to others about it..."

Suddenly, hoarse murmurs came from the inner room.

"Whirlpool! Whirlpool?!"

The words were full of obsession, yet also tinged with fear.

Yang He felt nauseous for no reason. There was no negative energy in the inner room, but his spiritual vision was slowly increasing. "Whirlpool? It seems to be another name for whirlpool."

Li couldn't hold back her tears and cursed towards the inner room, "You've been neglecting your duties all day long, and all you do is gossip. The business of the butcher shop is not something a woman like me can handle."

"Whirlpool!!!"

Butcher Chen ignored Li and kept repeating the word "vortex" in ecstasy.

Li kept cursing and tried to force his way into the inner room, but the wooden door was pushed open first and Chen the Butcher staggered into the yard.

Butcher Chen was covered in blood, his eye sockets were deeply sunken, and it was obvious that he had not slept for several days. His eyeballs were moving like an epileptic.

Precisely.

The eyeballs rotate regularly in a counterclockwise direction.

"Smelly bitch!"

Butcher Chen pushed Li away and crawled into the pigpen.

Suddenly, a shrill pig cry was heard.

Butcher Chen went completely insane. He used his butcher knife to dig open the stomachs of the animals one by one, still repeating the word "vortex" in his mouth.

"There is no whirlpool! How could there be no whirlpool? The plague pigs in the Song Mansion clearly had whirlpools!"

He kept taking out pig intestines, and Li, who was standing beside him, was so scared that she was stunned.

Ignoring Li, Yang He went to the inner room where Chen the butcher had been previously. A strong smell of blood hit him in the face, and the ground was covered with pig offal.

A complete corpse of a plague pig was placed on the table.

The moment Yang He saw the pig corpse, he could no longer hold back his discomfort and began to retch.

There was nothing unusual on the surface of the pig carcass, except that the intestines and stomach were in a spiral shape. Even though life was gone, they were still rotating counterclockwise.

The spiritual vision surged.

Yang He felt a sharp pain in his abdomen, and his intestines seemed to be spinning as well.

He couldn't help but stare at the pig corpse. While feeling deeply nauseated, he had the illusion that his body and soul were sublimating, as if there was a way to become an immortal in the vortex.

"What the hell is this thing? It can produce such a weird plague pig, and looking directly at the vortex can actually affect the mind!!"

Yang He forced himself to turn his head away. He didn't know when Chen the Butcher returned to the inner room.

"Everything in the world has a vortex. I... As long as I comprehend the vortex, I can achieve immortality. The vortex, the fascinating vortex."

Yang He glanced at her and saw Li lying motionless outside the door.

"Eddy."

Butcher Chen opened his pupils in between his eyebrows and slowly approached Yang He.

Yang He had never seen such a curious pupil ghost. It looked a bit like a parasitic snail, with circles of whirlpools appearing on the whites of its eyes.

As they walked, Chen the Butcher's tongue became swollen and his speech became slurred.

"What is an eddy?"

"The whirlpool is... a shortcut to becoming an immortal."

Butcher Chen paused for a moment, seeming to enjoy sharing his views on the vortex with others. "You are just an ordinary person. If you had spiritual pupils like me, you would be able to see the mystery of the vortex."

Yang He was secretly shocked. Logically speaking, what the pupil ghost could see should also be seen by the spiritual vision.

"Butcher Chen, did you see the whirlpool at Mr. Song's house?"

"Yes."

Butcher Chen covered his head and twisted his neck hard.

"They don't understand the whirlpool and only know how to escape from it. I am different. I have spiritual eyes that can directly see the mysteries of the way of heaven contained in the whirlpool."

"You... must think I'm crazy."

"No."

Yang He's gaze stayed on the swirling patterns of the pupil ghost.

The Yang Fire became dim and the stomach cramps increased sharply.

"We can't continue to get entangled with him."

"As long as I see the vortex pattern, my internal organs will be more agitated. What kind of evil is there in Yanqu Town?!"

Yang He took advantage of the moment when Butcher Chen was distracted and escaped from the butcher shop.

Li's body curled up into a ball, spinning little by little in a vortex posture.

Butcher Chen did not chase after him. He let go of his butcher knife and murmured, "He is a person with a destiny to become an immortal. Unfortunately, his mortal body cannot withstand the infusion of the whirlpool."

Yang He returned to the street and saw that Yanqu Town was completely different.

There are vortices everywhere.

The texture of the branches and leaves is in a whorl shape; the rice ears harvested by farmers grow in a whorl shape; the black smoke from the chimney turns into a tornado and spreads out.

Yang He's colic spread to his limbs, and his bones made crackling sounds as if they could not bear the weight.

Click click click.

His limbs were broken counterclockwise, and his remaining life force was completely cut off.

The townspeople were horrified upon seeing this, but a few of them looked fascinated, watching closely as a new vortex was born in Yanqu Town.

Yang He fell to the ground and noticed that there were several snails crawling in the ditch in front of him. The snails did not move in a straight line, and their dried mucus drew whirlpools on the blue bricks.

"Gan!"

"He didn't even see the evil spirit. His death was too tragic!"

[Your character "Pharmacy Apprentice" has died, and the role-playing story has ended]

(End of this chapter)