The Ninth Lady is a rebellious person.

Chapter 566 A dead horse becomes a live doctor
The person before me had sunken eyes, lividity covering his entire face, bloodshot eyes, a dark complexion, and even bluish-black fingertips. His nails and teeth had become long and pointed.

This is a form of zombie transformation.

Lang Jiuchuan smelled the rotten smell of an old corpse emanating from him. When he examined his internal organs with his divine sense just now, he also found that they were all corroded by insidious poison. He wouldn't live much longer.

The corpse plague has only been going on for a few days, and it's already showing these symptoms. Isn't that a bit too fast? She looked at Daoist Zhishang and asked, "Daoist, you've arrived early. Do you know who in this village was the first to be bitten by the corpse demon?"

“It’s Uncle Dazhu.” Someone walked out with a pained expression. It was a girl about the same age as Lang Jiuchuan. She must have been bitten not long ago. Her face was pale and gray, but not as badly injured as the others.

Her eyes still held a semblance of rationality. Lang Jiuchuan noticed a wide strip of cloth hanging around her neck, winding all the way to behind her ears. He immediately understood that she was using it to gag herself to prevent biting someone.

"Master, please save us! We don't want to die. I can tie myself up so I won't hurt anyone." After saying this, the girl put the strip of cloth over her mouth and pulled it down, covering her mouth so she wouldn't bite anyone else. She then put it down and said, "Uncle Dazhu was the first one to be bitten. He's the one in your hand. He lives in that house by the mountain. When he was lucid, he said that a corpse in a white dress bit his neck. Then he bit Aunt Gui, and the story spread."

Where is Aunt Gui?

“She’s dead, pfft!” the girl said, spitting out a mouthful of black blood. Her eyes turned even redder as she said, “Aunt Gui bit her own son, and Uncle Gui killed her in a fit of anger.”

Lang Jiuchuan pressed the acupoint on the large pillar in his hand, called the girl to his side, felt her pulse with his fingertips, found it icy cold to the touch, and asked, "What's your name? Are you willing to be a medicine person?"

The girl was taken aback: "My name is Xiaoyu. Will I die if I become a medicine person?"

"Probably. Those who test the drug might die, but if they're lucky, they might survive. I think this happened about three days ago." Lang Jiuchuan said, "Your symptoms of the corpse poison are still mild. Let's try to see if we can cure it. Consider it a last resort."

Xiaoyu choked back tears as she said, "I was bitten by my husband. Although the village is already a living hell, our marriage was arranged long ago. Three days ago, we lit red candles and held our wedding ceremony ourselves when he suddenly went berserk..."

As she spoke, tears streamed down her face. She pulled down her collar, revealing the faint teeth marks, and said, "But he only took a small bite before pushing me away and running away."

Lang Jiuchuan's face darkened: "They ran away?"

Xiaoyu nodded with tears in her eyes: "I even went to the mountains to look for him, but he wasn't in the village anymore."

Lang Jiuchuan had a splitting headache. He looked at Daoist Zhishang and realized that the source of the poison had spread, and what they knew was only the tip of the iceberg. The situation was more serious and harder to control than they had imagined.

The virus is still spreading here, and there is already a crisis of human-to-human transmission in Urumqi. What about the rest of the country?

What is his birth date and time (based on the Chinese sexagenary cycle)?

Xiaoyu recited a set of four pillars of destiny, and Lang Jiuchuan took a few copper coins and cast a divination on the spot. He quickly interpreted the divination and said to Daoist Zhishang, "Go to the southeast to search. It is an ominous divination. Be careful in everything. You can use a talisman to temporarily suppress their bloodthirsty ferocity."

Master Zhishang said, "I will take two people to search for him."

"I'm willing to be a drug user." Upon seeing this, Xiaoyu's eyes blazed with the will to survive: "Even if it means death, I'm willing to fight to the death."

Lang Jiuchuan then had her sit down to the side. She took out silver needles and inserted them into the major acupoints around her body, saying, "I don't have a good cure right now. I can only temporarily seal the Qi in your major acupoints to prevent the blood from flowing too fast and to avoid the poison from entering your lungs."

Xiaoyu nodded. Lang Jiuchuan then drew a cleansing talisman on Xiaoyu's forehead. After doing all this, his gaze fell on the bone bell. Thinking of something, he summoned the water spirit and asked it to condense a little water vapor and spiritual mist within the barrier. He didn't know if it would work, but it wouldn't hurt to try.

She looked at the villagers who had become peaceful because of the descending spiritual mist, her eyes cold and deep. This corpse poison plague had already spread quietly. Once it broke out, it would surely cause suffering to all living beings, with people wailing and the world turning into a living hell.

For some reason, she thought of the Grand Preceptor's conspiracy. If he needed a massive amount of life force and soul power to nourish and resurrect his physical body, could this plague that could sweep across the world fulfill his wish?
Lang Jiuchuan felt a chill run through her body. She closed her eyes, her fingertips trembling slightly. She dared not think any deeper, afraid that she would not be able to resist rushing towards that old monster and committing suicide together.

She turned her head to look at the large pillar, then at Xiaoyu beside her, who was sealing acupoints with silver needles. If this corpse poison plague were to break out on a large scale, it would be unrealistic to use acupuncture to remove the poison. Not to mention that there weren't enough people, even if there were, not everyone would have the medical skills or the acupuncture technique.

The only treatment is medication, specifically a detoxifying talisman combined with herbal decoctions.

Lang Jiuchuan thought for a moment, took out a yellow talisman, drew a Taiyin purification talisman with red cinnabar, and pasted it on Dazhu's forehead.

The Taiyin Purification Talisman contains the meaning of purification and cleansing. Although it cannot force out the poison, it can neutralize the corpse energy on the body surface, soothe the already frantic and irrational soul, and suppress his bloodthirsty madness.

The moment the talisman was applied, the man, whose face was originally ferocious and agitated, was instantly calmed down and became peaceful. The dense corpse aura on his body also paused, as if it had encountered its nemesis, and dissipated.

feasible.

Although it wasn't very practical to use acupuncture to remove the poison, Lang Jiuchuan still laid Dazhu down, took out his gold needles, removed his clothes, and inserted needles into several important acupoints around his body, especially around his internal organs.

As the needle fell, she formed the Crimson Sun Thunderfire Technique with both hands and struck the needle. The needle's tail trembled and became as hot as fire, penetrating directly into the meridian.

The lightning and fire energy surged along the needle's tail to the pillar's limbs, clearing away the poison. He experienced both ice and fire, and couldn't help but tremble violently, letting out a miserable howl.

Lang Jiuchuan turned his head to the side, remaining unmoved by the pain on his face, and waited quietly until he began to vomit blood continuously.

He vomited large mouthfuls of thick, foul-smelling black blood, which was pungent and unpleasant to the touch.

But as he coughed up dark blood, the lividity on his face began to fade, no longer looking as deep and terrifying as before.

Upon seeing this, the Taoist priest was overjoyed: "It's useful, it's useful."

Another Taoist priest whispered, "Don't make a fuss. Even if it works, not everyone can perform acupuncture."

The Taoist priest froze, his expression darkening.

Yes, how many can one person save with all their strength? There are already close to a hundred people here. Lang Jiuchuan is not a god. She will get tired too. Her spiritual power and energy are not inexhaustible.

Lang Jiuchuan watched as Dazhu vomited blood, pressed two fingers on his pulse, and said to the young Taoist priest, "Write it down: mugwort, cinnabar, realgar, red peony, rehmannia, licorice... boil with rootless water."

She explained the main and auxiliary ingredients of the new prescription, and the guide ingredient was something she and the water spirit would provide.

(End of this chapter)