Loyal Heart Roaming the Skies
Chapter 101: Who is the ninety-year-old man crying for?

There is no doubt that Lao Li is a qualified undercover agent.

He has been selling pies in Jia City for several years, and his pies are really good, not inferior to those old and famous shops.

He has been living a peaceful life and getting along well with his neighbors.

He only occasionally returns to his "home" in Yue City, but it is just a deceptive illusion.

No matter who investigates him, they will only find a tangled mess. Even the smartest person would have to spend a lot of effort.

Living a normal life on weekdays, he only acts when Hu Shaomeng asks him to.

After experiencing the world of transcendent cultivators, what is a little worldly wealth?

This time, he was excited to have the opportunity to meet a transcendent cultivator from Tianxia Tower and hire an assassin to kill another transcendent cultivator. Just thinking about it made his aging body boil with excitement.

He escaped abroad and settled in a small town near the Rongguo border.

He had already prepared to wander around, but unexpectedly, he received news that he could return to his country. No one came to investigate him. The escape plan he carefully designed became useless, and the path he carefully chose was ignored.

He had already prepared to face death calmly, but the expected end did not come.

He even fantasized many times about performing in front of an angry transcendent cultivator with his remaining life. He would manipulate the transcendent cultivator, leading him in the wrong direction...

It's always good to not die.

He wandered around and finally returned to his country.

He couldn't go back to Jia City, so he decided to rest in Yue City.

Fortunately, there was no shortage of money for serving the transcendent lord. The wife at "home" was not attractive, but she was understanding and considerate.

Life went on as usual, and if Hu Shaomeng didn't contact him, he planned to continue living like this. It was no different from running a pie shop in Jia City, just the same mundane routine day after day.

He realized he was sick three days ago.

At first, he thought he could endure it and it would pass, but his body became weaker and weaker.

He thought that as an old man, he was not afraid of death.

How could he be afraid of death when he dared to participate in beheading?

But for some reason, when he looked at the ugly wife, who was only a cover, and saw the snot and tears flowing down her ugly face...

He... suddenly became afraid.

He took out a box of gold leaves from a hidden compartment under the bed and threw them all on the ground, asking the wife to fetch a doctor, the best doctor!

Money can make the devil turn the grindstone.

Doctor Qin, an old physician, came, but perhaps his eyesight was failing because he couldn't even feel his pulse.

He looked and looked, observed and observed.

In the end, he even took off his clothes, and after examining him, he sat down on the ground!

He got up and left without taking a single gold leaf.

Lao Li knew that it was over for him. There was no hope.

But fortunately, he left behind some gold and silver.

Wealth is something that can't be taken with you in life or death, but it would be enough for the ugly-hearted wife to live a good life.

It's just a pity that he couldn't continue to work for the powerful transcendent lord.

In the end, he could only get a little closer to the world of transcendent cultivators in this way...

At this moment, Lao Li didn't know that Hu Shaomeng, who was like a god or demon in his heart, had already been killed.

He had his own old and weary concerns.

He closed his eyes wearily on the bed, unaware of the impact his death would have on this land, this world.

And his half-deaf ugly wife didn't even touch the gold and silver.

She just held his gradually cold body and cried in a difficult-to-hear manner.

...

Now, let's talk about the neighbor who went out with gifts and saw the white mourning flags hanging in front of the Li family's door.

The two squads of armored soldiers guarding outside the door also frightened him.

Adulterer? Plotting for wealth and murder?

Various chaotic thoughts ran through his mind, and he turned his head to go back to the door.

"Stop! What are you doing!" The soldier shouted loudly but didn't approach.

"Sir." The man took a few steps forward, wanting to explain. But he was startled by the soldier who suddenly drew his sword.

"Just stand there, don't come any closer!"

"Yes, yes, I won't come closer." He paled with fear and quickly explained, "I heard that Lao Li is sick, so as a neighbor, I wanted to buy some gifts and visit him. I have no idea what happened to his family, Sir!"

The soldier asked, "Are you close to this family? Do you usually interact with them?"

"We didn't have a chance, he was never at home. He finally came back recently, and as the saying goes, 'distant relatives are not as good as close neighbors,' so I wanted to visit him."

The soldier turned his head and exchanged a glance with his comrade, then turned back and scolded, "Go back to your house, don't go out for the next few days!"

The man didn't dare to say more and hurriedly returned to his house.

He was filled with doubts and an indescribable gloominess.

...

In the largest and most famous medical clinic in Yue City, the atmosphere was gloomy.

All the disciples were driven out of the backyard, leaving only Doctor Qin sitting alone in the courtyard.

The disciples could only shout from a distance when they wanted to talk to him.

The lord of Yue City stood at the entrance.

Doctor Qin was over ninety years old, but his body was still strong, and his voice was full of vigor.

But for some reason, all the disciples standing outside had swollen eyes.

"The patient is shivering and has a high fever. He complains of headache, fatigue, and body aches, accompanied by nausea and vomiting. Upon examining him, I found bruises and bleeding on his skin..."

Doctor Qin said, "There are lumps on his body, which are suppurating and ulcerating. From the onset of the disease to death... only three days!"

"There is no doubt that it is the plague, the most terrifying one in the epidemic!"

The lord of Yue City stood at the entrance and asked with a stern face, "Is there a cure? How can we prevent the spread?"Mr. Qin cried out in despair, "Once the disease strikes, there is no cure, only death awaits! The only way to prevent the spread is to seal off the entire street, trapping all those who have come into contact with the infected, isolating them from the outside world, preventing any human contact. I don't even know if I've been infected, I can only imprison myself here, waiting to see what fate the heavens have in store for me!"

"City Lord, this matter must not be concealed. We need to be on the highest alert. The entire city must be put under martial law immediately, entering a state of war readiness. No one is allowed to go out, and the necessities of life must be managed by the Transcendent forces. Only Transcendent cultivators have a chance of withstanding the plague. At the same time, we must contact the court. In the face of this great disaster, we cannot stand alone, we must seek the support of the court!

At present, we don't know the source of the epidemic, nor do we know where Old Li has been. We must mobilize the power of the entire nation to deal with this. We may even... need the help of the sovereign nation!

As for us, we can only wait. Wait for the infected to die on their own, and then burn their bodies! We must be quarantined for at least a month before we can resume normal life!"

"Mr. Qin." The City Lord of Yuecheng couldn't help but say, "Is it really that serious? I have already ordered the street where the infected are located to be sealed off, preventing any human contact. This is just one case, it doesn't necessarily mean anything... Why cause panic throughout the city?"

"Where there's one rat, there's a nest! If one case of plague has broken out, there are at least five lurking!" Mr. Qin pleaded earnestly, "City Lord, you must nip this in the bud. Remember, a thousand-mile dike can be destroyed by an ant hole! Besides, this is not a gradual problem. People have already fallen ill, the plague has spread! This is a tsunami, a landslide!"

The City Lord of Yuecheng was silent for a long while, "I understand. Mr. Qin, rest assured and recuperate. You may not necessarily be infected. We will need your help in the prevention and treatment later."

Without waiting for Mr. Qin to say more, the City Lord of Yuecheng left with his guards.

Mr. Qin sat alone in the courtyard, suddenly bursting into tears.

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