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Then Lin Ye instructed the soldiers to strictly follow the instructions to manage the civilians, and solemnly said, "This is an important means of preventing epidemics. Not only the civilians, but every one of you must carry it out seriously and not take it lightly!"

The soldiers suddenly felt the small booklet become heavy; those thin pages, now held in their hands, felt as heavy as a thousand pounds.

No one is unaware of the horror of epidemics; they are a more dangerous disaster than floods, often wiping out an entire village or town in a single death, and even those who collect the bodies dare not approach them.

"Yes!" the crowd responded in unison, their voices deep and firm, filled with utmost seriousness.

Lin Ye pulled a soldier over and made him recite it three times, then pointed the live broadcast camera at him so that everyone in the Great Flame could hear it.

The soldier cleared his throat, his voice trembling with nervousness at first, but he became steady as he read, uttering each word slowly and clearly.

His accent carried a rustic simplicity, and he didn't pronounce some words perfectly, but it was precisely this clumsy earnestness that made it easier for people to listen to him.

In various places across the country, many people immediately became serious upon hearing that it was a pandemic prevention measure. They dared not breathe loudly, listened intently, and were determined to memorize every word.

If you have the means, take out paper and pen and start taking notes. Epidemic prevention is a matter of life and death, and we cannot be careless!

Some elderly people, who had experienced the plague decades ago, listened to these measures that were not difficult at all, and tears welled up in their cloudy old eyes. They murmured, "If someone had taught us these things back then, we wouldn't have ended up like this... we wouldn't have ended up like this..."

After everything was arranged, the floodwaters inside and outside the city of Suzhou were drained. Although it was still raining, it wouldn't be easy for the rivers to return to their previous state unless the water level increased further.

Lin Ye collected all the unlimited water pumps, leaving a small squad of soldiers and two medics to guard the area, before leading the rest of the group to the next disaster site.

Thinking that there might still be disaster victims on their way to safety, Lin Ye spoke to the live stream camera: "Now, all residents who haven't entered the city yet, please send your location. If there are many people, one person can send it. I will come and take you into the city."

These words struck the ears of the people of the Great Flame like a thunderclap.

The barrage of comments surged up like a tidal wave, densely packed and layered, some announcing locations, some reporting numbers, and others simply shouting "Immortal Master, save us!"

Lin Ye frowned: "Don't send useless messages; they'll delay the rescue!"

The comments quieted down considerably. Lin Ye asked Wang Meng to check if there were any on the way to the next city.

Wang Meng stared at the surging text, then uttered a place name after a moment. Lin Ye nodded and used the teleportation spell again.

In this way, Lin Ye rescued people from town to town. When he encountered people caught between two cities, he would take them along and teleport them to the next city for unified resettlement.

Wherever he went, Lin Ye would tell the people that there were plenty of supplies and there was no need to be stingy. He would also have the soldiers read out the handbook to reinforce the people's understanding of the situation.

The words in that booklet echoed through various places time and time again. After so many times, some children could even recite a few lines from it.

A little girl, about seven or eight years old, with dried mud still smeared on her face, curled up in her mother's arms and recited along with the soldier's voice: "Drink boiled water...don't drink raw water..." Her voice was soft and weak, but full of spirit.

With the teleportation spell in hand, it only took one day to initially bring the situation under control. The next day, the snow hadn't stopped in the modern area, and Xiaodouzi Kindergarten announced that classes would remain suspended.

Surprisingly, the rain in Da Yan started to lessen, and by noon, the clouds behind the sky were not so thick, and a sliver of sunlight could be seen peeking through.

The sunlight was thin, as if someone had gently veiled the sky with a pale golden gauze. The moisture in the air was made white by the sunlight, and the whole world became brighter.

Immediately, the protective bubbles around him and Xiaodouzi were switched to a display appearance mode. The transparent bubbles that originally surrounded them solidified instantly, shimmering with colorful light under the soft sunlight.

He held Xiaodouzi's hand, stepped onto the flying sword that had cooled down again, and flew into the air.

Sword light pierced the sky, and two figures were surrounded by colorful halos, as if gods had descended to earth.

The people of Da Yan were all excited and knelt down in worship, shouting that a god had descended to earth to save Da Yan.

The cries echoed from one city to another, rising and falling like waves, rolling across the still-damp earth.

But some people are unhappy.

With the supplies sent by Lin Ye, most of the people stopped paying attention to the instigation of certain forces. After all, no one wanted to take risks just to survive.

Those who lobbied in secret went from being smug to being utterly humiliated in just one day.

They discovered that, in the current situation, no matter how much they promised and encouraged, the people only watched them warily, as if they were watching a group of thieves trying to steal their peaceful lives.

The leader had no choice but to send the message back, feeling resentful.

However, Goatbeard, who had been watching the sky the whole time, knew without him even needing to tell them that their plan to incite an uprising had completely failed.

Fujiwara no Shujin, who had not yet left Da Yan, also discovered that Lin Ye and his companion had come to help with the disaster relief efforts, and that their speed was nothing short of miraculous. He was secretly filled with resentment.

Both groups of people thought at the same time that as long as Lin Ye and the other person died, the Great Flame could return to its chaotic state, and their grand plan could continue.

So they all started sending assassins to kill them. Lin Ye had already closed the sky screen by then, so neither group knew that all the people they sent had fallen into the hands of the people they wanted to kill.

Lin Ye followed the clues and found out who was behind the Great Flame faction. He then led the remaining people back to the capital. As soon as Wang Meng landed, he quickly mobilized troops to deal with the group.

As for Fujiwara no Shūjin, after Lin Ye found out his whereabouts, he sent someone to take a look before returning to the capital.

Fujiwara no Shūjin was hiding in an inconspicuous villa near the Western Regions. Now that the rain had just stopped, he was pacing back and forth in the courtyard, pondering his next move.

Suddenly, several people appeared out of nowhere in front of him, startling him so much that he took a few steps back. He was terrified, but he still tried to remain calm and introduced himself: "This is Lord Lin... Lord Lin, my name is Fujiwara no Tsuruhito, and I am the current prime minister of the Western Regions."

He emphasized the title "Prime Minister," hoping that Lin Ye would be wary of his status and wouldn't dare to make a move.

But Lin Ye's attention was focused on other things: Fujiwara, that surname, and his life.

He narrowed his eyes, staring at Fujiwara no Shojin's thin frame, and slowly began to speak: "You are...."

After a pause, Lin Ye uttered a common name for a country in ancient times: "Japan?"

Fujiwara no Shūjin was taken aback, then smiled and replied, "Yes...yes, I was originally the Emperor of Japan..." His tone was initially filled with pride and self-satisfaction, as Japan was extremely famous in the South China Sea, and even Lin Ye knew about it.

But he quickly sensed something was wrong, and swallowed the rest of his words under Lin Ye's increasingly cold gaze.

That gaze was like the tip of an icy blade, scraping across his face again and again. There was no anger, no hatred, not even any emotion in his eyes, only an extreme, chilling coldness.