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

Raji lay on the muddy ground, his chest heaving violently, his breathing heavy. The image of that grayish-white flame burning a living person was imprinted in his mind. The other party was not human at all, and he dared not hide anything.

"We're working with the guards in the warehouse," Raj said slowly. "Boss Bharat has too much stock, and his cronies can't keep an eye on it all. We've arranged to go in and get the goods when those cronies change shifts."

Song You understood, and his gaze fell once again on the box on the ground.

"Just tell me what's inside?" Song You asked.

"They're all easy-to-get, inconspicuous things." Raj swallowed hard. "High-end ingredients, wild animal meat, and small handicrafts and jewelry. We'll take them out and sell them to restaurants and merchants in town, then split the profits."

After listening, Song You reviewed Bharat's behavior in his mind. He knew that Bharat had gone to great lengths and risks to smuggle goods and guard against outside investigations, only to have his own backyard catch fire and his workers and guards secretly sell them off.

"You guys know how to make money." Song You's lips curled up slightly.

Raj forced a smile, but the twitching of his facial muscles aggravated the pain in his chest, making his expression turn ugly: "We earn a little money through hard work, so the boss gets the meat, and we can at least have some soup."

Song You ignored his attempts to flatter him and went straight to the point: "How did you get in?"

Raj's eyes darted around, trying to concoct an excuse to pull him along: "We have a designated passage, and the guards will meet us..."

"Stop talking nonsense." Song You interrupted him and directly reported what he had just seen, "Outside the high wall, at the base of the wall where there are no surveillance cameras, I saw you use a black card to open the hidden door."

Raj's breath hitched for a moment, his face turned from yellow to white, and then ashen.

He originally thought the other party had just appeared in the woods by chance, never expecting that his and his companion's whereabouts had already been monitored.

"So you've been with us all along." Raj's voice trembled.

Driven by his survival instinct, he reached into his pocket with his right hand, pulled out the black magnetic card, and clutched it tightly in his hand.

"You want the card." Raj stared at Song You. "Let me go, and you can have the card. Otherwise, I'll break it in half, and you definitely won't be able to get into the warehouse."

When Song You saw the card in Raj's hand, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief. It was because he saw the card in Raj's hand that he didn't burn him directly with the outer flame.

It seems that Raji used the firelight as his only means of attack, unaware that a lesion had already developed inside his body, and mistaking the pain in his chest for something else.

However, no matter what the situation, it poses no threat to me.

"What's wrong with that girl?" Song You didn't answer directly, but instead turned his gaze back to Raj.

When Raj saw that Song You hadn't agreed to the deal and was instead asking about unrelated matters, he was filled with fear and trepidation. He gripped the magnetic card with both hands and backed away, using both hands and feet.

His legs were weak, but he managed to stand up by leaning against a tree trunk, relying on his will to survive.

"Don't come any closer!" Raj waved the magnetic card in his hand. "We saw her on the roadside on our way here. She was walking alone, and we just did what we felt like."

Raj held the card up high: "This is a small matter and has nothing to do with you. Don't come near me. I can trade the card for my life."

He did as he pleased, Song You pondered these six words.

He stood there watching Raj's trembling legs and bluish face; the lesions had already spread throughout Raj's body, eroding his organs.

"Do you really think you can cure him?" Song You asked calmly.

Raj's expression changed drastically. The pain in his chest intensified at this moment, making it difficult to breathe, and his lungs felt filled with foreign objects.

"You did this too?" Raj roared, straining his hands to snap the card in two. "Then you'll never get it!"

Song You didn't rush forward to snatch it; instead, he opened his mouth and strained his throat.

"cough."

A short cough was heard.

The release of the second lesion directly triggered the latent disease root in Raj's body.

Just as Raj was about to exert force with both hands, all of his internal bodily functions came to a standstill. His legs went weak, all his strength drained away, and he slid down the tree trunk, collapsing onto the muddy ground.

The magnetic card slipped from his loosened fingers and fell into the grass.

Raj opened his mouth wide, desperately trying to inhale, but air couldn't get into his lungs. His eyes bulged out, his limbs twitched slightly, and he couldn't even muster the strength to pick up the magnetic card.

Song You stepped forward, bent down to pick up the black magnetic card, brushed off the dirt, and put it in his suit pocket.

He looked down at Raj, who was struggling in pain at his feet. Raj's face was purplish-red, his eyes were bloodshot, and he was enduring great physical torture.

Song You mobilized the external flames within his chest cavity, exhaling firelight that gathered in his palm. He then flipped his wrist, causing the firelight to fall on Raji's lower body.

When the fire touched his clothes and flesh, it quickly turned to ash and carbonized. In just a few breaths, Raj's pants and legs turned into grayish-white powder. His pain receptors were stimulated, and he opened his mouth to scream, but there was no air in his lungs and his vocal cords could not vibrate, so he could not make a sound.

Raji could only mouth the words, silently asking, "Why?"

Song You looked at Raj's mouth and replied, "I just did it on the spur of the moment."

The light in Raj's eyes faded, and he tilted his head to one side, remaining motionless.

Song You continued to ignite the outer flames, and the flames spread, burning Raji's upper body to ashes.

A night breeze blew, scattering the grayish-white powder, leaving only four aluminum alloy boxes in place.

Song You put away his outer flames and stood still, examining his actions just now.

He was reflecting on the fluctuations in his emotions, and it seemed somewhat similar to his master's mental state.

He quickly sorted out his thoughts and reaffirmed his belief that he was definitely a normal person and had not been assimilated by the madness of the Soul Concealment Sect.

Song You turned his head and recalled Raj's performance just now. He had to admit that Indians have extremely high resistance to toxins, it's practically off the charts.

Song You compared Zhang Lihong's reaction. After being infected in the hospital, Zhang Lihong vomited blood and fainted. After being infected, Raj was not only able to stand up and back away, but also communicate clearly and even had the strength to try to break the magnetic card.

Raji only collapsed completely after Song You applied the second layer of lesions.

Song You analyzed the pathology and concluded that Zhang Lihong lived in a modern city with a clean environment, and his body had not undergone the harsh environment that had exposed him to.

Indians have long lived in polluted water sources and environments, and their bodies have developed extremely strong resistance to various viruses and bacteria. The lesions emanating from the lung's fire-root are essentially a disease, but Raj's exceptionally high resistance delayed their onset.

This can be considered a blessing from the Ganges.

In that case, he will need to reassess the dosage and timing of application to the lesion when encountering targets with different physical conditions, especially for Indians, where it may be appropriate to increase the dosage for experiments.

He bent down to inspect the four aluminum alloy boxes on the ground one by one. The boxes were quite heavy and were filled with smuggled goods.

Now it's time to unpack it.