Subian Kings Canyon

Chapter 1225 Chang'an is gone, long miss (82)

It took five days for the carriage to arrive slowly at the small town in front of Chang'an.

The journey was bumpy, Yan Huan has been dizzy and weak for the past few days, and almost fell apart in the carriage.

In the evening, she got off the carriage and went to the passing tea shed to have dinner. Her eyes and legs were so weak that she fell to her knees and fell to the ground. Her knee was scratched. She rubbed her knees and walked slowly to the tea shed. .

The broken knee was very hot and painful. She slowly rolled up her trouser leg, trying to wipe off the blood with a handkerchief dipped in clean water. Under the dim light of the teahouse, she saw the familiar...red spot next to the knee.

Red spots revealed by the plague.

Branded by the devil, it is a seal that will go to hell.

She had seen the erythema on the man's neck with her own eyes, and now the erythema on her knee was exactly the same as the one on his neck.

She...is also infected with the plague?
Yan Huan's face turned pale, cold sweat broke out from behind her back, and her heart beat fast in disbelief, as if reminding her that she was still alive, not dead.

How could she be infected with the plague?
Obviously, she has been deliberately avoiding the poisonous air, and she is far away from those people. Besides, she has an anti-magic cloak!

Anyway, it wouldn't be such a coincidence to be infected with the plague, right?
The antidote, she needs to take the antidote quickly!

No, no, she threw all the antidotes at the door of the inn and gave them to those people!

No medicine, no silver, nothing.

He caught the plague and died that day.

It was like a curse that could not be shaken firmly on her head, reminding her over and over again that she might not even survive tonight.

"Here, this is fine too, I ask you one thing, you go..."

Her trembling voice stopped suddenly, her face was pale, and two tears rolled down from her eyes without warning.

Now the gate of the palace has been locked, people outside the palace can't get in at all, even if the coachman holds Bian Que's imperial warrant, he can't get in either.

There is no need to look for Bian Que, he cannot be found at all.

The coachman looked at her and took the things back, a little confused, so, "What's the matter with you, son?"

Yan Huan stood up and ran out of the tea shed, stumbling towards the carriage, "Go, go, go as far as possible, go!"

"But I haven't sent you to Chang'an yet!"

"I'm not going to Chang'an anymore, I'm not going, I can't go, you go, you go quickly!"

A final cry of hysterical despair.

How could she enter Chang'an?

She is now a monster infected with the plague and spreading it to others.

She can't go to the palace to find Bian Que, in case the plague spreads to Bian Que...

"System, system!"

【Does the player need help? 】

"Need! What I want to detoxify, where is the witch's cloak? Can I still buy it?"

[The player has already equipped the anti-magic cloak, and can no longer purchase equipment with the same effect]

"The resurrection armor? Can you buy the resurrection armor? I have the plague!"

[The player has already used the opportunity to equip once, and now he cannot equip again]

Ah……

That is to let her die.

Let her find a place and bury herself, so as not to spread the plague to more innocent people.

She tore open the front of her clothes and looked down at the moonlight. There were also two red spots on her chest, on her arms, on her calves, and on her lower abdomen.

There were erythema everywhere, and if it spread to the whole body at this speed, she would not be far from death.

　Why hasn't this plane been finished yet...

　　If I knew I didn't bury the thread for such a long time, I feel like I can't finish writing...

　　Good night QAQ
　　
　
(End of this chapter)