above the disease

Chapter 1105 Where is Ruan Yin? (Part 3)
"I don't know why he would use the [talisman worm] on me... I didn't offend him!"

"Ever since His Majesty went into seclusion, I have firmly stood by his side!"

The bald man with the white crown muttered to himself.

Fu Yi's plague-eradicating technique is terrifying.

Despite being so ugly and disgraceful, Bai Mian was completely used to it and didn't notice anything amiss.

What's the difference between shouting like that and courting death?
Zhou Zhi pondered.

Bai Mian was just a nobody.

just.

Bai Mian's words just now made Zhou Zhi think for a moment.

The Holy Lord of the Medical Department began his seclusion and cultivation about ten years ago, and the power of the entire Holy Kingdom was gradually handed over to the Aseptic Council, which is controlled by Fu Yi of the Fu family.

Previously, Zhou Zhi made a move in the capital of the Sick Kingdom, first withstanding a blow from the King God, and then severing the sky and Plague God Island with his sword. Even though the Sick Kingdom blocked the news, the Holy Kingdom's spies still managed to deliver messages.

It was rather strange that Fu Yi sent Bai Mian with three Archangels to find Di Qiuyan at this time.

Every disease has a cause, and so does everything else.

"One last question... Ruan Yin."

"Where are we now?"

Zhou Zhi looked at Bai Mian and asked calmly.

Ruan Yin!

This name represents true supremacy.

Bai Mian trembled upon hearing this.

"Holy Lord... The Holy Lord has always been in the True Monarch City. Even the founder of the Sick Kingdom cannot shake her in the slightest."

No way……

This man is so arrogant.

Does he expect to see the Holy Lord right off the bat?
However, now that the [talisman worm] in Bai Mian's body has been removed and his clever mind has regained its dominance, he behaves with extreme humility.

Let's focus on surviving first. If this guy wants to die, let him be.

Over the years, countless powerful plague fighters and diseases have sought out the Holy Lord.

The result was that they couldn't even get past the Aseptic Council and the ten other organizations.

“Zhou Zhi, your current aura is unfathomable… but let’s plan this carefully first.”

Wan Chaohu said.

Wan Chaohu could sense that during these two lost decades, Zhou Zhi had made great progress in eradicating the epidemic.

Twenty years ago, Zhou Zhi was already a liberated dragon. Twenty years later, his strength will definitely not be weak, enough to support the Wanderers.

but……

Ruan Yin brought a tremendous shock to the world.

The image of the Holy Lord of the Healing Department slaying all the plague-erasing warriors still seems to linger in people's minds.

Ruan Yin is recognized as the world's strongest plague exterminator, a completely unparalleled level of existence.

Just how powerful does Zhou Zhi have to be to rival the Holy Lord?
"We've waited twenty years..."

As Wan Chaohu was speaking, Zhou Zhi interrupted him softly: "Old Wan, I'm sorry."

“I bear an unshirkable responsibility for how you have become like this.”

"After all, you wouldn't have said these things to me before."

Wan Chaohu looked at Zhou Zhi.

Yes.

The arrogant and unruly genius of the Wan family would never have said such a thing.

Yes... reality has smoothed out my edges.

In a world plagued by disease, if the art of eradicating the disease cannot reach its pinnacle, this era cannot be saved.

Without Wanjia, without everything, there is no more room for error.

"Xiaoqiu."

Zhou Zhi said.

Di Qiuyan: "Yes, I am."

Zhou Zhi looked at Di Qiuyan.

Even the weakest human-dragon has a lifespan of over two hundred years. Although Di Qiuyan is now nearly forty, she is still incomparably beautiful and aloof like the moon hanging high in the sky.

Zhou Zhi looked up at the moonlight.

I recall more than twenty years ago when Di Qiuyan solemnly declared under the moonlight in Pyeongchang that 'money' was the most important thing in a world ravaged by the pandemic.

"How is Aunt Diwen's health?"

Zhou Zhi asked.

Di Qiuyan said softly, "Very good, very healthy."

Zhou Zhi said, "That's great... You must be tired from all the traveling."

Di Qiuyan looked at her castle galloping through the night: "Yes... I'm a little tired." Zhou Zhi slowly said: "First... let's take back our old hospital site, starting now."

Bai Mian felt as if something had invaded his brain, and his will was as if it had been emptied.

Then it continuously twists and covers.

Those sordid, chilling little schemes were all seen through.

then……

The neural network connects thousands of pheromones and they begin to exchange.

…………

Bliss.

Florence, [the Parliament House - the Glass Palace].

Monroe has really put in a lot of effort to get to this position.

The hardships involved are beyond what outsiders can understand—in fact, Monroe has been saying this all along.

Making the right choices and securing a place in any wave is a skill in itself.

During the Six Kingdoms period, I was a high-ranking member of the Blissful Kingdom.

Later, the president arrived, and I was still a high-ranking member of the Blissful Realm.

Even now, with the Holy Kingdom's arrival, I remain steadfast.

Monroe has no real talent in the path of "exterminating the plague." Despite his advanced age and abundant resources, he is only a formal-level plague exterminator. As for his methods, they are basically better than nothing.

"What's going on... Bai Mian has disappeared, along with three Archangels... These core members of the Medical Department are getting more and more outrageous. I am, after all, a member of the Council."

Monroe tapped his fingers on the marble tabletop.

Humph.

He betrayed Jile back then to gain his current high position, so why does that idiot Bai Mian look down on him?

Forget it.

"Anyway... we don't have any cooperation with the White Clan."

He took out a communicator.

At this point, the necessary action is to call Lord Fu Yi.

The leader was elected by more than 70 percent of the votes in the Aseptic Council.

“Beep…beep.”

"The number you dialed..."

Monroe scratched his head, looking somewhat puzzled.

The Glass Palace is so quiet today.

There was hardly anyone there.

and many more……

Why is nobody here?

In the dead silence, Monroe began frantically pressing the numbers on his communicator.

And he looked up repeatedly, shouting, "Who's there!"

“I am Monroe, the Vice Governor of Elysium.”

Now that you put it that way, it actually does seem quite plausible.

In front.

Root system twisting.

The enormous shadows of the trees swayed within the glass palace.

A man in a white suit walked into the Glass Palace.

He was unhurried, like a tourist strolling in the shade of a tree.

"Twenty years ago... you pretended to lead Beigong Dongzhi and others to escape from Paradise, but in reality, you deliberately walked into the Medical Department's encirclement, causing them heavy losses."

"Deputy Governor Monroe."

When I saw the man's face.

The fear buried deep within Monroe erupted like a fountain, uncontrollably gushing forth.

This face.

He will never forget it.

Impossible, absolutely impossible.

Didn't Fu Yi say that the man had already been killed by the Tree of Immortality?
After all, it's been... twenty years.

"Impossible, you're fake!"

The aura of authority emanated once more, and Monroe's courage surged: "Kneel down!"

23: "Was this person also controlled by the [Talisman Worm]?"

"He doesn't seem to be thinking straight."

(End of this chapter)