Stone Fairy!

Li Qing glanced at Xie Ning, who nodded at him. He then walked over and sat down on the other side of the stone table.

Daozhen closed the ancient book in his hand and placed it aside.

He didn't rush to speak, but instead picked up the teapot, poured two cups of tea, and pushed one cup in front of Li Qing and the other in front of Xie Ning.

The tea soup is clear and bright, with a few tea leaves slowly unfurling in the water, releasing a faint orchid fragrance.

Li Qing picked up the teacup with both hands and took a sip. The tea was neither too hot nor too cold, smooth on the palate, with an indescribable sweetness that spread from the tip of her tongue all the way to her throat.

Just as he was about to say something, Daozhen suddenly raised his finger.

A glimmer of divine light appeared on his fingertips, its gentle glow flowing slowly across Dao Zhen's fingertips.

Daozhen gently touched Li Qing's brow with his finger.

The divine light flew from his fingertips and entered Li Qing's brow.

Li Qing's body stiffened abruptly. He instinctively tried to dodge, but found that he couldn't move his body.

The moment the divine light entered his body, Li Qing felt all the remaining fragments of consciousness of his ancestors in his mind dissolve completely.

After leaving the forbidden area of ​​the Gu Village, his head had been throbbing with pain.

Now, with the help of this senior, the problem has been solved. Originally, Li Qing was still wondering how Guan Hai could solve this problem.

Li Qing stood up, clasped his hands in a fist salute, his movements even more respectful than before, and his voice filled with heartfelt gratitude.

"Thank you, senior."

Daozhen waved his hand, gesturing for him to sit down.

"No problem." He looked at Xie Ning, his tone calm and casual. "Take him to handle those matters in the city."

Xie Ning nodded; she understood that Daozhen was referring to the plague.

Without further delay, she hurriedly led Li Qing out of the courtyard and headed towards the outskirts of the city.

The old turtle lay on the stone table, its emerald green eyes gazing at the courtyard gate where the two had disappeared, then at Daozhen, its voice languid.

"Little Green Snake, do you think he can really help us?"

The green snake coiled on the corner of the table, its blood-red vertical pupils slightly narrowed, and the tip of its tail swaying gently.

It glanced at the old turtle, its tone indifferent: "Are you questioning me?"

The old turtle opened its mouth, instinctively wanting to say yes, but swallowed the words back. It secretly glanced at Daozhen.

So he changed his tune and said, "No, I was just curious."

Daozhen put down his teacup and chuckled softly.

"No rush."

"It's not time yet."

Outside the city, in the quarantine zone.

This place was originally an open space, located in the northwest corner near the city wall, sheltered from the wind and facing the sun, neither too far nor too close to the city gate.

Xie Tianming ordered people to build several rows of simple sheds here, with small compartments separated by wooden planks and thatch. Each compartment was covered with a layer of straw, and people lay on the straw.

Those people had sallow complexions, chapped lips, and sunken eyes.

Some were coughing incessantly, their whole bodies trembling; some had high fevers; and some were covered in black patches, a truly shocking sight.

The air was filled with a strong, nauseating odor.

The stench of decay, medicine, sweat, and blood mingled together.

Several doctors, dressed in thick linen coats and wearing masks, moved between the sheds.

Their foreheads were covered in sweat, but their hands never stopped moving. However, the plague was too fierce, and their prescriptions had limited effect. Every day, new patients were still being brought in, and every day, corpses were still being carried out.

Xie Tian stood at the entrance of the quarantine area, wearing a long black robe, his face filled with worry.

"Lord, we have eighty-three new patients today, and seven have died." The doctor's voice was hoarse and tired, and his eyes were bloodshot.

Xie Tian didn't speak, but simply nodded to indicate that he understood.

He looked up and saw Xie Ning leading a pale, unfamiliar young man toward him, and his brows twitched slightly.

"Ning'er, you're back." He went to greet her, his gaze falling on Li Qing.

"Who is this?"

Xie Ning briefly explained the situation and informed Li Qing that he could cure the plague.

"Young Master Li, the lives of hundreds of thousands of people in Yunmei City are in your hands." Xie Tian was overjoyed to hear that the plague could be cured, and he showed great respect by clasping his hands in greeting.

"Lord, there's no need for such formalities. I'm here to do just that."

Li Qing didn't say anything more and walked straight into the quarantine area.

The doctors and soldiers were somewhat bewildered as the unfamiliar, pale young man walked in.

They looked at Xie Tian, ​​who raised his hand to signal them not to stop him and to let him do it.

Li Qing walked up to a patient, squatted down, reached out and took the person's pulse.

A moment later, Li Qing withdrew her hand and stood up.

Li Qing took out a bamboo tube from his sleeve. The tube was about the length of a palm, dark blue-black in color, and covered with fine runes.

He uncorked the tube, brought it to his lips, and gently blew a breath.

Several Gu worms flew out of the bamboo tube.

The Gu worm was so small it was like a speck of dust, almost invisible in the sunlight.

They flapped their wings, circled in the air once, and then landed on the patient.

One landed on the center of the forehead, one on the chest, one on the back of the hand, and one on the ankle.

The patient's body trembled violently, and not long after, the patient let out a long breath.

His breath was foul and fishy, ​​but after exhaling it, his complexion improved at a visible speed.

The dark spots on his body are gradually fading, and his breathing has become much more stable.

Li Qing didn't stop. He walked to the next patient, squatted down, took the pulse, played the flute, and released the poison.

His movements became faster and faster. Under Li Qing's command, the Gu worms flew automatically to the patients, landed on them, burrowed into their bodies, and devoured the pathogenic evil energy.

The quarantine area fell silent.

The coughs, groans, and cries gradually subsided.

Everyone waited cautiously, afraid of disturbing the person who could save their lives.

About an hour later.

Among the first batch of patients treated, some stood up.

It was a middle-aged man who had been lying on the straw mat for five days and didn't even have the strength to turn over.

At that moment, he leaned on the wooden pillar of the shed and stood up shakily, his legs still trembling.

The man looked down at his hands; the dark spots had mostly faded, leaving only faint traces. He then touched his forehead.

He turned around and saw the pale young man standing in the center of the quarantine zone and the city lord standing at the entrance of the quarantine zone.

He knelt down with a thud and kowtowed heavily in Xie Tian's direction.

"The city lord's kindness is immense!"

The voice was hoarse and trembling, filled with relief and gratitude for surviving the ordeal.

As if ignited by his voice, the cured patients knelt down one after another. Some were still weak and couldn't kneel, so they lay on the ground.

"The city lord's kindness is immense!"

"The city lord's kindness is immense!"