above the disease

Chapter 1090 The Holy Feast of the Plague (Part Two)

Selection competitions are indispensable at any time.

Not to mention the sick country it is today.

After the implementation of the new system, the original potential anti-epidemic talents naturally will not make any achievements in the fight against the epidemic.

All the new geniuses are either born with illnesses or have a good affinity with the disease.

Many of those who were originally born out of wedlock and were not valued have transformed into nobles of the sick country.

The Imperial Court.

The purple disease mist turned into a vortex.

In the market.

"Hey buddy, wanna buy an apple?"

The peddler looked at the two travelers in front of him and enthusiastically began to promote his wares.

Zhou Zhi took the apple with his right hand.

Red.

This apple was free of disease; in a world shrouded in illness, it was like a ruby.

"That's really good, Fang Yuan, do you want it?"

Beside him, Fang Yuan, who seemed a bit dull, nodded: "Yes, teacher."

In the Kingdom of Bing, fruit is a relatively rare commodity. It can only be sold in places like the capital, where land is incredibly valuable. People like Zhou Zhi and Fang Yuan, who are from out of town, rarely have the opportunity to eat fresh fruit outside of the capital.

Zhou Zhi now tacitly accepts Fang Yuan's title of 'teacher': "Two jin, please, thank you."

One minute later.

Zhou Zhi and Fang Yuan each grabbed an apple and started eating it on the screen.

Twenty-three also smacked his lips twice in a serious manner, since he could perceive the taste through Zhou Zhi's neurons anyway.

They both looked up at the same time, gazing at the entire city.

The city was similar to what it was twenty years ago.

TV wall.

High-rise buildings.

There was just a strange sense of unease, as if the capital was enveloped by a thick filter.

The purple sky looked like a giant hand covering everything.

"Shen Mudian, a super genius from Xuan Yuan and known as the Holy Son, has arrived in the capital today."

"At the highly anticipated holy banquet, this holy son who has descended into the world has already declared his victory."

Some sickly-white, beautiful female presenters are broadcasting.

Fang Yuan, that spineless coward, muttered to himself, "So beautiful."

Zhou Zhi glanced at Fang Yuan.

The female host was clearly malnourished, although she was indeed tall, fair-skinned, and thin—Fang Yuan's unusual upbringing had also affected his aesthetic sense.

Screen switching.

In front of the camera is a young man dressed in palace attire.

Tall, slender, and androgynous.

She has short hair with slightly curled bangs.

For a moment, Zhou Zhi couldn't tell whether he was a man or a woman.

“I have not come here for the Holy Feast.”

The man in palace attire spoke up: "Power is something I should naturally possess. I have only one goal."

"[Emperor Crowned God]."

"I am... Shen Mudian."

The man who called himself Shen Mudian had a hint of arrogance on his face.

He didn't say what he meant next, but everyone understood what Shen Mudian meant.

"What's going on... Is this holy son really that outrageous?"

"I want to challenge Lord [Imperial Crown]."

"It doesn't matter. There are many people and diseases like this every year—and in the end, we can't even see the Emperor Crown."

Hearing the voices coming from beside him, Zhou Zhi scrutinized the face of Shen Mudian.

Something familiar.

It does look somewhat familiar.

Are they descendants of 'Shen Muhuang'?
Zhou Zhi doesn't remember that old man Shen Mu had any descendants.

If we had to say, Meng Wuyou is more like a descendant of Shen Muhuang and is more likely to inherit his mantle.

If it weren't for the restrictions imposed by the [King God], Zhou Zhi would still want to open the Genetic Rift and ask the members from twenty years later if they were still there, since the group leader had returned from prison.

"So beautiful."

Turning his head, Zhou Zhi noticed that Fang Yuan was still looking at the female host.

Fang Yuan was very perceptive. Sensing Zhou Zhi's gaze, she immediately composed herself, feeling embarrassed: "Teacher, I was wrong."

Twenty-three said expressionlessly, "What's wrong with it? It's hereditary mating; it's human nature."

Zhou Zhi skipped this stage: "[Shen Mudian]...Have you ever heard of this surname?"

Fang Yuan nodded: "Teacher, I've heard of it. It's a giant family in the Xuan Yuan Great World. Many of its members hold high positions in the Disease Kingdom and are very powerful... Because they have [Dragon Level] members, they can even negotiate with the forces of the plague."

After all, this is the Land of Disease, and the plague is inherently a Celestial Dragon's domain. The fact that the Shenmu family can communicate with the plague forces already demonstrates their power. "Tsk..."

Zhou Zhi raised his head slightly.

Looking at the faintly visible [Plague God Island] floating above the royal capital.

"The Shenmu family... If Shenmu Huang were still alive, then this family would not exist at all."

Zhou Zhi recalled that serious old man from back then.

Thinking about it that way.

Shen Muhuang, the former dean of Xuan Yuan Second Medical College and the cheap teacher of his own association members, is probably dead.

Zhou Zhi's eyelids drooped slightly.

It was like snowflakes falling.

How Shen Muhuang died is very important.

Now that you're back, you should make things clear.

I'm thinking about it.

Ahead, at [Epidemic Saint Square].

Suddenly, a violent explosion occurred.

Boom! ! !

It's actually not that intense.

It was caused by a combination of many small explosions.

"Ok?"

Zhou Zhi stepped back and shielded Fang Yuan in front of him.

This is no ordinary bomb.

This is……

"Disinfectant bomb?"

"Eh?"

Twenty-three strange paths.

It's not unusual for something like this to appear in the former six kingdoms, but this is a sick kingdom!
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!!"

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!!!"

"Ahhhhh!!"

In an instant, screams of agony rose and fell from the surrounding crowd.

Everyone is a host for the disease, and they are simply unable to resist the damage caused by the disinfectant bomb.

Meanwhile, in the central fountain, which reeked of illness.

Figures flickered.

"Nan Que...a traitor!"

"You were such a dazzling genius!"

"Yet they abandoned their self-respect as human beings!"

"You deserve to die!!!"

boom! !

Gong Heng held the Plague-Slaying Blade in his hand, and the pathogenic effects on his body were rapidly diminishing!
At the same time, opposite him, the girl with strange spots, Nan Que, said with an apologetic expression, "Captain Gong—I'm sorry."

"There is no hope for the homeless."

“You have no hope. If you don’t surrender, we will all die in the end… I don’t want to live like this anymore.”

"Whether I become a consumable in the Holy Kingdom or a host in the Disease Kingdom, all I want is to survive..."

As Nan Que spoke, her hands did not slow down at all.

He threw away the scorching plague-slaying knife in his hand.

The disease on Nan Que's body suddenly broke through to the level of a severe disease.

[Pathogenic origin: Hepatitis A]

"Dean Tang Yu's plan was under the surveillance of the gods the whole time."

Nan Que cried as she released the power of the plague.

The power of disease! [Eliminate jaundice]!
Gong Heng's skin turned lemon-colored, and at the same time, his liver gradually shrank!

"sorry!"

"Captain Gong, wait for me in hell!"

As Nan Que spoke, he unleashed his deadly attack.

Gong Heng's face turned pale, and he vomited a large amount of white foam.

It lay on the ground like a broken rag doll.

Just as Nan Que was preparing for his final strike.

A hand was placed on her shoulder.

"and many more."

The man said softly, "What name did you just say?"

(End of this chapter)