The Immortal of Plague begins by establishing the root of lung fire.

Song You opened his eyes. There was no light around him; he was inside the tree hollow.

Based on the time flow between the two realms, half a day has passed at Pozang Temple, while a day and a half has passed on the Indian side.

The hideout was intact, with no signs of disturbance, indicating that it was well-hidden and suitable as a temporary base.

Suddenly, Song You's stomach began to spasm, and his physiological instinct to vomit grew stronger. Song You opened his mouth, preparing to vomit the book as before.

Hearing the rustling sound of fallen leaves being trampled outside, Song You quickly stopped what he was doing, closed his mouth tightly, swallowed the acid reflux back down his throat, and peered out through the cracks at the tree roots.

Song You saw two Indian men emerging from the depths of the woods. They were wearing floral shirts and their trousers were covered in mud. As they walked, they pulled up their trousers and fastened their belts, their steps unsteady, heading towards the warehouse.

These two are acting suspiciously; could they be trying to steal something? Song You needs to find a way to infiltrate the warehouse, and these two might be a good starting point.

After the two had gone some distance, Song You pushed aside the fallen leaves and dirt blocking the entrance to the tree hole and climbed out.

He activated the external flames within his chest cavity, the grayish-white flames circulating through his meridians, suppressing his heartbeat and breathing rate to the lowest level to restrain his physical signs, and then moved in the direction the two had come from.

After walking a dozen meters, I saw a person lying in the grass ahead.

As Song You approached, he saw a Shudra girl with dark brown skin, emaciated. The cloth covering her body was torn into strips, and her lower body was covered in mud and dried blood. The girl was not breathing, there were obvious purplish-black strangulation marks on her neck, and a thin hemp rope was tied around her ankle.

It's often said that Indians are ruthless and insane, and now it seems that's absolutely true. This girl was assaulted, strangled to death, and then carelessly dumped in the woods. It's unclear whether she was a girl from a nearby village.

Keeping this in mind, Song You looked past the corpse and down to the weeds on the ground. The grass stalks lay flat in a regular pattern, the soil was trampled down, and fallen leaves were kicked to the sides, forming a hidden path that could only accommodate two people at a time.

The fact that these footprints can be made indicates that people frequently walk through this area, suggesting that these two are repeat offenders.

Song You followed the path quietly, and a few minutes later, the two men reappeared in his sight. They were now carrying several bulging black cloth bags, with bundles of rupees peeking out from the gaps in the openings. Clearly, these were placed elsewhere beforehand, presumably for a transaction.

Song You kept his distance and followed them to the outside of the warehouse's high wall.

The structure of this wall is different from the others. On the other walls, there are patrolling guards with searchlights scanning back and forth. But this section of the wall is higher than both ends and has no surveillance or guards.

Song You stopped behind a thick tree. The two men walked to the base of the wall, where there was an inconspicuous gap, just wide enough for two people to pass side by side.

One of the men turned around and looked around. After confirming that no one was around, he took out a black magnetic card from his pocket and stuck it on a specific brick on the wall.

A soft sound came, and the wall receded inward, revealing a hidden metal door. The two men, carrying bags of money, quickly went inside, and the hidden door closed again.

Song You didn't move. The secret door required a magnetic card, and forcing his way in might trigger an alarm, so he could only wait outside.

The feeling of something stuck in my stomach grew stronger. The edges of the "Illustrated Compendium of Herbs" scraped against my stomach wall, acid churned, and a feeling of nausea shot straight to my throat.

But for safety's sake, Song You held back, in case the two suddenly came out and the commotion would reveal his location.

A short while later, a slight scraping sound came from the hidden door, and the two men emerged. Their money pouches were gone, replaced by aluminum alloy incubators, each carrying a heavy-looking box.

The hidden door closed, and the two returned the way they came.

Song You followed behind, and the two of them passed by the corpse of the Shudra girl without stopping, stepping directly over it.

It must be said that the two chose an excellent location. Even if something happened, the sound would not travel far, and the people on the other side of the warehouse would not notice it at all. Song You followed them to a deep forest where the warehouse walls were completely hidden from view.

Song You removed the suppression of the Dao root in his body, releasing the characteristics of the lesion.

"Ahem." Song You coughed lightly.

The man in front stopped, his hand loosening its grip on the suitcase, which crashed to the ground. He knelt down, clutching his own neck tightly with both hands.

White foam gushed from his mouth, and he gasped for breath. He rolled to the side and fell to the ground, his limbs twitching.

The change happened so fast that the other man stood frozen in place, staring at his convulsing companion, completely unaware of what had happened.

Song You stepped out from behind the tree trunk and stopped three steps away from the man.

The man's eyes widened when he saw Song You. How could an East Asian man suddenly appear in this private woodland?

"Do you speak English?" Song You asked in English.

The man dared not speak. He looked at his fallen companion, then at Song You, and shook his head frantically.

Song You's stomach churned to its limit, and he couldn't hold back any longer.

Song You bent down, opened his mouth, and strained his throat.

Seeing Song You bend over, the standing man thought he had an opportunity. His eyes hardened, and he reached behind his back with his right hand, pulled out a short knife, and lunged at Song You, the tip of the knife aimed straight for Song You's neck.

The man lying on the ground rolled his eyes back, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw his companion's movements, and a hopeful look appeared on his face.

It's no pity he died. Attacks of this level pose no threat to Song You at this point. The opponent's speed seems extremely slow to him.

He spat out a book stained with stomach acid, which fell onto the grass.

Immediately afterwards, Song You raised his head, and the grayish-white flames inside his chest cavity gushed out through his throat.

The flames collided head-on with the man who lunged at them.

There were no screams. The grayish-white lung flames stained the man's skin and flesh, and his clothes, hair, and flesh turned to ash and carbonize the instant they came into contact with the flames.

The man's forward lunge froze in mid-air, the dagger in his hand fell to the ground, and his entire body turned into a puddle of grayish-white powder that was scattered by the wind.

The man lying on the ground saw all of this, his face contorted in terror, yellow liquid seeping from his crotch, and a foul stench spreading through the air.

A living person spat out a book, and then burned the person to ashes with a burst of fire.

This was beyond his comprehension. Was the person opposite him Shesha from mythology, who could swallow anything?

Song You bent down to pick up the "Illustrated Compendium of Herbs" from the ground, wiped off the liquid with herbs, and put it in his pocket. He walked up to the man and looked down at him.

"Since you don't know English, you're useless," Song You stated the facts in English.

The man was terrified and scrambled to his knees at Song You's feet, clasping his hands together and kowtowing desperately.

"I can! I can speak English! Sir! God! Please don't kill me!" the man pleaded repeatedly in heavily accented, broken English.

"Name," Song You asked, stopping his burning desire.

"Raji!" The man lay on the ground, his head pressed against the dirt.

"What's in the boxes?" Song You asked, pointing to the four silver aluminum alloy boxes on the ground.