The Ninth Lady is a rebellious person.

Chapter 568 Drug Testing, A Series of Bizarre Operations
In Guanjiang Village, following Lang Jiuchuan's instructions, a medical tent was set up outside the talisman array.

Eunuch Yu brought back several cartloads of medicinal herbs, along with some yellow paper and high-quality cinnabar and other items used by Taoists.

He stared blankly at the neatly categorized supplies. This was the first time in his life that he had ever dealt with a plague and quelled a disaster, and it required the use of items typically used in Taoist rituals.

General Ma walked over and said, "The Emperor has sent someone with an oral decree, instructing us to fully cooperate with Master Lang in treating the plague."

Eunuch Yu was somewhat surprised: "How could this be so sudden?"

"The antidote has also been developed in Wujing, and Her Highness the Holy Maiden is helping out in the Surveillance Department." General Ma said with a worried expression, "Wujing will probably be the second place to fall."

His youngest daughter just got married and moved to Urumqi less than two months ago. I wonder if she's doing well?

Eunuch Yu's face turned deathly pale: "No, the corpse poison spread so quickly?"

General Ma said in a deep voice, "At first, no one knew the seriousness of the matter, nor could they have imagined that the corpse poison would be so terrifying. By the time they reacted, the news had already spread."

Who can guarantee that the corpse demon only bit Dazhu? After him, where did the corpse demon go, and who did it bite? It's impossible to trace.

Moreover, the Corpse Demon's movements are incredibly skillful. It is said that she looks exactly like an ordinary person and is impossible to identify. Those bitten by her are unaware that she can spread corpse poison, and by the time it takes effect, it is too late.

Just like Xiaoyu's husband, after biting her, he escaped. Could his corpse poison have spread to other people, thus spreading from one to ten, and from ten to a hundred?

So Lang Jiuchuan was right. Even if everyone in Guanjiang Village was burned and killed, there would be no way to kill them all outside.

General Ma felt ashamed and embarrassed by his past cold-heartedness and ignorance.

The same applies to Eunuch Yu.

Under the nest, how can there be a complete egg?
If the source of this disease is not identified, it will continue to spread. If there is no effective treatment to cure the plague and eliminate the toxin, Dalian will become a living hell.

"Eunuch Yu, the petition is all written. Should we send it back to the palace now?" A young eunuch bowed and came over obsequiously, saying, "I've embellished it and written it completely. I'll accuse her of disrespecting imperial authority and make her suffer."

"Write, write, write! Who told you to write? You're so clever! Burn it right now! This is a catastrophe for humanity, can't you see that?" Eunuch Yu smacked the little eunuch on the head. "Why can't you read the room? Are you blind?! Swallow what you wrote and don't mention it again. Go over there and serve Master Lang. Be smart!"

Little eunuch: "?"

Didn't you curse all the way back, saying you were going to go back to the palace to complain to the Emperor?
How can people's hearts change so quickly!
Lang Jiuchuan, unaware of what the eunuchs were thinking, was busy instructing the Taoist priests who remained to prepare and brew the medicinal soup. The main ingredient was mugwort, which could dispel evil and cold; cinnabar could calm the soul; and realgar could ward off evil. The auxiliary ingredients were for the body's functions, such as red peony to invigorate blood, rehmannia to cool the blood and nourish yin, and licorice to play a neutralizing and regulating role.

The water used for decocting was sourced from a rootless river. Despite the cold weather and lack of rain, the river still flowed through Langjiuchuan. A thunder incantation and a cloud-transforming water technique were used to collect a large amount of water. The water was first boiled three times over a high flame, then simmered over a low flame for six hours. Finally, a Taiyin purification talisman was added to produce a dark brown medicinal broth.

A bucket of unpleasant-smelling, even foul-smelling, medicinal liquid was brewed. Lang Jiuchuan first gave Xiaoyu a bowl of it. Her symptoms were mild, and she was considered an early-stage corpse poison infected person. If it worked, it could stop the spread of the corpse poison in her body, clear the foul air from her blood, and stabilize her body's qi.

Lang Jiuchuan looked at the soup, lightly tapped the Emperor Bell at his waist with his fingertips, and a flash of inspiration came to him. He found one of the garrison soldiers led by General Ma, had someone bring him a bowl of medicine to drink, and then grabbed a living dead man, just waiting for the man to drink the medicine and push him over.

The man screamed in terror. General Ma rushed over, frowned, and asked, "Young Taoist priest, what is the meaning of this?"

The other Taoist priests all looked over, exchanging bewildered glances.

"Well, let's do an experiment to see if these people infected with the corpse poison will attack him after he drinks these medicinal soups," Lang Jiuchuan explained. "He's full of sins, so making him a medicine man is a good way to accumulate good karma." What, full of sins?
Everyone looked at the soldier who seemed very honest. How could this man be so full of sins?

"Don't try to deny it. You can't hide the number of lives you've taken from me from my eyes." Lang Jiuchuan saw that the man seemed about to shout, so he curled his lips and said coolly, "This medicine contains realgar, mugwort and cinnabar, which will help you ward off evil spirits and prevent you from having nightmares every night and being haunted by resentment. You're lucky."

The honest man froze, his eyes darting away.

Seeing this, General Ma understood everything. Lang Jiuchuan had seen through him. He had been planning to promote He Er to centurion, but it turned out he was a murderer.

"General, it wasn't me, I didn't!" He Er saw General Ma's expression and knew he was in trouble. He immediately tried to deny it, but the next moment, it was as if something had grabbed his throat. He let out a low growl, his eyes bulging out, as if an invisible hand was lifting him up.

Everyone was shocked.

Lang Jiuchuan sneered and said, "If you don't want to, then so be it. If you have a grudge, settle it; if you have a grudge, settle it; a life for a life. Why should I ruin someone's good deed? Who will be the one to do this drug?"

Now that He Er was free again, he pounced on her, grabbed the bowl of medicine, and forced it down her throat: "I, I'll do it, I'll make it."

He looked around in fear, touching his neck, as he had just felt a pair of hands grabbing his neck and lifting him up.

Everyone instantly understood; this was an admission of guilt!
Lang Jiuchuan gave the young Taoist priest a wink and pushed the living dead man toward He Er.

He Er's legs trembled like leaves. As the living dead approached, he smelled a familiar stench of rotting corpse emanating from him, just like the stench he had when he buried that woman years ago, a smell that could not be washed away even after ten washes.

His stomach churned, something rushed up, but he forced it back down, afraid that he would vomit up all the medicine he had just drunk.

The living dead approached his neck, and He Er stared in horror, letting out a shrill scream before fainting. The moment he fell to the ground, a foul odor wafted out.

Everyone covered their noses in disgust.

Lang Jiuchuan stared intently, his fingertips slightly curled, a hint of nervousness in his eyes.

No one dared to breathe.

But when the living dead opened its mouth and touched the person's skin, it seemed to smell something unbearable, so it withdrew and stopped biting.

"It works." Everyone was overjoyed and subconsciously looked at the pot of medicine. Whether it could remove the poison or not was another matter, but drinking it could prevent the poison source from biting them and stop the spread of the corpse poison.

"Let's get another one." Lang Jiuchuan pointed to a living dead man whose symptoms were clearly more severe, beckoned him over, and pushed He Er in front of him: "Bite him, he has blood, plenty!"

Although it was dirty, it was still blood.

Everyone looked at the unconscious, wronged He Er: "..."

There is sympathy, but not much!

(End of this chapter)