Chapter 13: Plague Village
Although this kind of thing often happened in ancient times in history books of previous lives, it is not surprising.
But even though he understood it, Mu Ci, as someone who came from the era of order, still found it difficult to accept all this.
"Master, it was not my intention to do this. I was just following orders. It's none of my business."
Captain Reed had a bitter look on his face. He understood the boy's feelings very well. He had also gone through a period when he wanted to seek justice when he saw injustice.
But he has long since seen the reality and will do whatever his superiors tell him to do.
In other words, the person in front of him was Mu Ci. If it were anyone else, he would have been driven away long ago.
But now, facing Mu Ci and the orders from above, Reed was caught in the middle and nothing he could do was right.
"Okay, you guys are responsible for maintaining order, and I'll take care of their epidemic."
Looking at Captain Reed, Mu Ci said directly.
Reed was shocked by this and quickly stopped him, saying, "No, Master, their illness is progressing very quickly. According to the guards, they are already terminally ill in just two days."
"If something happens to you in there, ten of my heads won't be enough to compensate you."
Reed looked at Mu Ci and tried his best to stop him. If something happened to the young master of the Mu family, none of the hundreds of people in his team would be able to escape.
"Okay, I know what's going on. Go and inform my family and explain the situation clearly."
"Besides, I'm a soul master and have healing soul skills. I can help them. Every second you block them now, they will be in more danger."
Mu Ci pushed Captain Reed aside and walked straight inside, and asked a servant to go back to the Mu family to explain the situation.
Reed stood outside and watched Mu Ci walk in with a dejected look on his face. He was just an ordinary person who had finally survived half of his life and became the captain of a hundred-man team, only to encounter this kind of thing.
The Mu family, his boss, and the epidemic, none of these three can be easily solved by an ordinary person without soul power like him.
Mu Ci, who was walking in front, did not have so many problems. With the power of abundance protecting him, there were very few viruses in the world that could make him sick. Once the power of destiny reached the intermediate level, even Poison Douluo could not pose any threat to him.
The main reason is that Poison Douluo relies too much on the mechanism, and relies on poison to kill. For the Abundance Walker, this is far less reliable than directly inflicting damage, and the blood lost due to abnormalities is not as much as the blood recovered.
The main purpose of sending a servant to notify the family was to provide a safety net, and to let Lin Ya notify the Spirit Hall to send some auxiliary soul masters to help. Judging from the situation on the scene, Mu Ci might not be able to handle it alone.
He quickly walked past the many soldiers and came to the strong villager who was kneeling on the ground.
The burly man kneeling on the ground heard footsteps, raised his slightly purple face, and saw the young man walking away quickly.
The whole person seemed to have grabbed a life-saving straw, his lips trembling, and he shouted hoarsely to Mu Ci: "Save, save my child."
Hearing the call for help, Mu Ci hurried forward and helped him up.
At the same time, the sapphire soul light on his body surged like waves, and his Spirit possessed him.
The Abundant Jianmu tree rose from the ground behind him, and a deep yellow soul ring appeared under his feet and began to flicker.
"First Soul Skill, Healing Aura."
A green field with a radius of five meters spread out, covering the dozen or so men in front of him who were in less severe condition.
Within the halo field, green light spots began to appear out of thin air around all the patients and gradually merged into their bodies.
Mu Ci, who was maintaining his soul skills, looked a little ugly through the perception of the power of abundance. When the soul power was healing his body, these symptoms seemed extremely stubborn.
Immediately, the output of soul power increased, the lush branches of the Jianmu tree behind him swayed, and green light spots fell like rain.
In less than a moment, the purple patches on these people's faces began to fade, their breathing became smoother, and their coughing became quieter.
The middle-aged man in the lead was much more conscious and his body had recovered some strength. Looking at Mu Ci who was performing his soul skills, he kowtowed and said:
"Thank you, Master Soul Master. Please save the children."
Mu Ci did not reply immediately. His face was slightly pale. Just treating these dozen or so patients with milder symptoms had consumed as much as 60% of his soul power.
The effect of the soul skills blessed by the power of abundance can be compared with that of the Nine-Hearted Begonia Soul Master at the Soul Master level. Even so, it is still very difficult to treat these people.
The main reason is that the operation is too delicate and requires going deep into the body to remove the lesions. If it was a flesh wound, it would be easier to treat.
At this moment, Mu Ci looked at the 120 or 130 people in the distance, and his expression became even uglier. Even if there were ten of him, they would not be able to treat them all in a short time.
Even with the support of the Spirit Hall, it can only guarantee that these people's conditions will not worsen. If they want to recover quickly, they must have an auxiliary soul master above the Soul Emperor level to take action.
However, there are no auxiliary soul masters of this level in Shenmu City and several nearby cities. The closest one is the Ye family in Heaven Dou City.
The Ye family would definitely not refuse such an offer, but the two places are thousands of kilometers apart. Even with the speed of a soul master, it would take several days to get there, and these villagers might not survive more than two days.
Relying solely on soul power for treatment is too inefficient. It takes a long time just to restore soul power, and there is no time to save everyone.
Mu Ci thought to himself that he must think of other ways, but first he had to find out the cause of the disease, otherwise even if it was cured, it might relapse in the future.
Mu Ci sensed the dozen or so people in front of him and found that they were almost recovered, so he hurriedly stopped his soul skills. In just a short while, his soul power dropped by another 10%.
Mu Ci led everyone to an empty and deserted corner.
He stared at these people with both eyes and said seriously:
"I will cure them, but before that, I have some questions for you about your illness. I hope you won't hide anything and think more about your family."
The villagers looked at each other, not knowing how to respond.
Seeing that no one responded, Mu Ci thought that it was his age that made them hesitate, so he continued:
"If you don't trust me, you can wait for the Spirit Hall's deacons to arrive."
At this time, a man in his thirties finally stood up and said with an embarrassed look on his face: "Let me speak. I am the village chief, Du Lan."
"We're not saying anything, not because we don't trust you, our benefactor. It's mainly because we don't know how we got sick. We were fine yesterday, but now we're like this."
Mu Ci looked at Du Lan and nodded, not surprised. He said, "Then tell us roughly what happened in the past two days."
Hearing Mu Ci say this, Du Lan nodded and thought for a moment.
"The past few days in the village have been the same as usual, with no major events happening. The biggest event was that a couple of days ago, the village hunters hunted down a severely injured century-old soul beast and shared some of the meat with everyone in the village."
Hearing this, Mu Ci frowned and interrupted immediately, "Can you describe the appearance of the soul beast? Or do you have a soul beast corpse? Take it out and let me see it."
"Oh, yes, there is still a complete head left. I'll ask someone to get it." Du Lan nodded quickly and asked someone to get it.
After waiting for a while, a villager came running over breathlessly, holding a soul beast head the size of a wild boar's head, and put it on the ground.
His face was a little pale, and he said to Mu Ci in a somewhat weak voice: "Benefactor, this is it, take a look."
Looking at the ugly soul beast head on the ground, Mu Ci already had a rough idea of how this acute plague came about.
The black-spotted rat is a low-level soul beast with gray fur and irregular black spots. It likes to live in dark and humid environments and loves to eat carrion.
A ten-year-old black-spotted rat is about the size of an average wild cat, and its size will continue to increase as it ages.
Combined with the symptoms of the villagers on the scene, the source of the disease and the disease were clarified.
[end of the chapter]