Fairy Lady

Chapter 112 The Little Boy

After the painless World War I, a plague broke out in Xuzhou. Except for the middle-level and above practitioners who were able to resist the virus, all of them howled like wolves, and their bodies were covered with colorful plaques. Big and small are densely packed and never equal, but they are neither painful nor itchy, and they are extremely ugly.

Outside Zhao Fuxue's door was filled with countless people suffering from illnesses. Lobufan and the others added a hidden world to seal all the people in Xuzhou City inside the city. Every time one was cured, one was released from the city.In order to reduce the mana and burden of summoning Fuxue, Qingyuan took her tokens and ran to the Heavenly Concubine Holy Land and brought a large group of brothers and sisters with good cultivation. up.

Now it is the third day, nearly half of the people who have been cured and released, and the nameless person guarding the gate keeps wiping his forehead with his hands.

"It's so hot. It's late autumn and it's still so hot. There hasn't been any snow in these years."

Another common patient said: "This world is in a panic, and it rarely rains. Where does the snow come from?"

"Haven't you heard the story passed down from your ancestors? Since the Snow God disappeared 5000 years ago, there has been no snow in the Three Realms."

They were fascinated by the name, but the three people suddenly looked outside the city of Xuzhou and shouted in horror: "Why are they back? Didn't they leave after the strange epidemic was cured?"

Without a name, I followed my gaze and looked over, and a group of people came out of the city, oh no, they were patients, patients with colorful plaques on their bodies.They were exhausted and squeezed in unspeakably miserable, ignoring the inquiries without names at all, and hurried all the way to Zuixian Tower.

These familiar faces made No Name feel uneasy. Aren't these all the people who were healed by the disciples of the Holy Realm and released by him personally from the city!

How could this be?
They came back wave after wave, and surrounded Tianfei's disciples tightly.Fu Xue resisted the trembling, listening to their oral narration, they all had the same meaning in the end.

The disease was cured and came back again!
Suddenly a pitiful little boy in the crowd cried out in horror: "It's doom, it's the doom of the Three Realms, and the dark day is about to emerge to rule the Three Realms. This is the beginning, this is the beginning!"

Zhao Fuxue and the others were shocked when they heard it, and hurriedly squeezed through the crowd to search for the sound. Finally, Lobufan found it. He almost shouted: "Little boy, what are you talking about!" But he regretted it immediately, this child is only six years old He looked sickly, pale and thin, sitting in the corner of the wall weakly and slumped, the colorful plaques were particularly large, and his whole body was not completely wrapped tightly.Staring at them with tears all the time, people couldn't help but want to hug him.

Zhao Fuxue quickly helped him up, and comforted him: "Don't be afraid, little friend, we will cure the plague."

The child shook his head: "My grandfather said, you can't cure it, this disease can't be cured."

Qing Yuan suddenly squatted down: "Your grandpa is talking nonsense, where is he, let me explain to him, how can you teach bad children like this!"

The child pointed to the front of the door, suddenly embarrassed, there are so many people outside this door, you kid, you are playing with me.But when he looked back at him, his hand was still pointing straight ahead, his eyes were lax, tears dripping down his face, and he was extremely sad.

Qing Yuan walked out quickly, and in the direction the child was pointing, lay an old man with the same colorful plaques, with gray hair, wearing a divination suit, and tightly holding the divination signboard that fell to the ground.The expression was very complicated and strange, it looked like restlessness and fear, but also like peace and happiness.

Qingyuan probed his nose, and said to Zhao Fuxue and the others at the gate of Zuixianlou, "Stop breathing for three hours."

The little boy burst into tears again, calling out to his grandpa to sit there without moving: "Grandpa, grandpa, I'm afraid, grandpa, grandpa."

Zhao Fuxue hurried over to hug him: "Don't be afraid, we will take care of you. Plague is not a terrible doom, we will definitely cure you."

The boy shook his head: "My grandpa said, fortunately, he left first, so he doesn't have to face the terrible dark day to rule the world, he said don't be afraid, I will go to accompany him soon, but I don't want to die. Sister, I don't want to die!"

The crowd was disturbed by the crying of the children.

The practitioners kept comforting and appeasing.

The child suddenly opened his mouth and said naively: "Grandpa said, this is a colorful spot, and the colors connected together form the Big Dipper, which cannot be cured by ordinary medical methods. Only by combining colorful spar with ice and snow can it be cracked, otherwise, when the colorful spot spreads During the entire mortal world, when the black day appears, the catastrophe of the Three Realms begins, and the Three Realms will never have a peaceful day."

The child's innocent and harmless expression made everyone wonder, is this true?

Zhao Fuxue pulled the child's body, then stood up and looked at the patients on the adults around her. She subconsciously looked at the colors of red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo and purple, which was exactly what the little boy said.

"Big Dipper, Big Dipper!"

The look of Zhao Fuxue checking it out in person made everyone change from dubious to convinced in an instant, and the common people also grabbed the people around them to watch like this non-stop.

Although Lobufan couldn't see the flaws of the colorful spots, he always felt that it was strange. He kept trying to look at the colorful spots by looking at flowers and birds, or other shapes, but in the end he found nothing.

The surroundings were already boiling with unease, and Lobufan comforted him: "Everyone, don't panic, this is just an ordinary plague, which can be easily cured. You can't believe a child's words."

Some of them said: "Then tell me, why do we relapse repeatedly even though we have been cured?"

He also said humanely: "I know that fortune teller. He is Mr. Dongyangzi in the north of the city. Every time he divination hexagrams come true, he pays in cash. This is his grandson. He has already received his true biography at a young age. His name is Xiaofeng. know."

Many people who have seen Dongyang's grandparents couldn't help but come out to have a look, and they all responded: "Yes, we know this child very well."

"His grandson's hexagram has never been counted as a miss."

Zhao Fuxue fell into deep contemplation, is it necessary to use colorful crystals so much?
Luo Bufan hurriedly interrupted her: "Stinky girl, don't worry, we are thinking about it, and there must be other ways."

Zhao Fuxue nodded emphatically, after all, the Tanlang colorful spar and Shaking brilliant spar are still in Hei Zhou's hands, so it is not so easy to get them.

The boy Xiaofeng began to cry again, and the two first picked up the child and treated him first. After Zhao Fuxue finished his work, the plaques on the child's body disappeared completely?The sleepy part smiled at him: "Look, isn't this cured?"

Xiaofeng suddenly showed an indescribable innocent smile, hugged Fu Xue's face and kissed: "Sister Fairy Fairy!"

Seeing the child, the two of them were startled, glanced, and then smiled. Lobufan grabbed his little face: "I haven't even had time to kiss the fairy sister, but your kid actually kissed me in front." Then he teased him to squeak. armpit.

(End of this chapter)