Wuqian Ya Se didn't want to go looking for Mo Gan at all. He never looked at that guy or felt he was an okay guy, but his big brother, the City Lord, ordered him, and he didn't dare to not listen to him. But when he got out of the east gate, he found a shady place to cool down, enjoyed the slave's service, and waited for his subordinates and the temple-servant to bring back good news.

  Although the temple-servant was dissatisfied, he couldn't raise his annoyance against it. In any city, the City Lord and the temple are two systems apart. The temple has a transcendent detached status, but it can't interfere with the city management. The temple with real power is only the highest temple of the three clans, which arches with the capital of the tribe that currently controls the Horn-people leadership.

  It wasn't until he took a nap that Wuqian Ya Se lazily sent a guard to go ahead to investigate and told him to immediately send back any news of anything he finds.

  After he ran around the triangle, the guard raced back on the war beasts.

  "Da-Ren! It's not good! I didn't see the temple-servant or warriors all the way I went. They were all gone! I climbed to the hill closest to the blockade point and saw that there was only the Hornless-men there, and they seemed to be plucking their clothes, which looked like…… ours. "

  Wuqian Ya Se's face changed color, “I know! Go, go back. "

  No one had any objection. Everyone began to pack up and go back to the city.

  "Da-Ren, none of them have come back. When the City Lord asks……" He asked in a low, worried voice.

  Wuqian Ya Se climbed up the war beasts and snorted: "He just wanted me to die! Mo Gan and the temple-servant are both conspiring against me. What's the use of me going there? No, no one has managed to get back this time! "

  His heart does not agree.

  Wuqian Ya Se ironically sneered at the corner of his lips and shook the reins. “I naturally have something to say when I go back. You all shut your mouth tightly!"

  "Yes! Don't worry, Da-Ren. I'll make them keep their mouths shut.”

  When Wuqian Ya Se was near the gate, he suddenly accelerated and rushed into the gate.

  When the City Lord heard that Ya Se was back, he immediately asked someone to bring him to see him.

  As soon as Wuqian Ya Se entered the hall, he shouted, "Elder brother, those two Hornless-men are not easy to mess with. I managed to escape back."

  "Escape? You didn't come back from the rest just now? "The City Lord sneered.

  Wuqian Ya Se's lie was torn open and his face was not red. He admitted directly: “Fortunately, I didn't go with him, or I won't be able to come back now, brother. You didn't specifically sent me there to die, did you?"

  “Pa!" a loud slap in the ear sounded in the hall.

  The City Lord was angry and said, "When is this? How could you be so ignorant? You have the bone treasure given to you by the chief. As long as you pay attention and use it well, saving your life is not a problem at all. I want you to go just to find out what's going on there. It would be better for you to come back after sleeping outside and tell me that you've been there. How do you want me to explain your incompetence to Witch Mo Jie? "

  Wuqian Ya Se wiped the blood from his teeth, bit his mouth and opened his mouth to move his jaw joint. Isn't it clear? The two Hornless-peoples must be the demon warriors from Demon Abyss. This urban epidemic may be their plot. They want to use the Hornless-people to infect us and win without fighting. "

  "So why don't you go and get those two Hornless-men back?"

  “Mo Gan cannot beat him. What's the use of me going? I told you before, don't be too nice to those Hornless-men. What's the result? You not only allow them to come to the city to find jobs, but also allowed them to stay in the city. Now even the Hornless-people the demon warriors have come in! This epidemic is clearly brought by the Hornless-men. I wanted to kill the Hornless-men. You did not allowed me to do so. How can you be allowed to someone worthy defending the city? "

  The City Lord was too angry at him to speak.

  Wuqian Ya Se “Pooh" spits out a mouthful of blood foam, cussed again: "That Master Yi Fan is also old, his brain is broken, so many intelligent and talented the Horn-people he didn't accept before, unexpectedly he went to accept an apprentice from the Hornless people. You sent someone to catch the Hornless-men. He also stopped Mo Gan. If he didn't stop them, how could they escape?"

  "That's enough!" the City Lord said to him thousands of times, especially for the arrangement of the Hornless-men. But his brother, like many narrow and stubborn the Horn-people, in their eyes, the Hornless-men do not belong to the important productive labor force that needs to be carefully maneuvered, but are the same as livestock, even worth less than the war beasts.

  “Master Yi Fan is the only Master level Bone Sculptor in our city. When you mention him, you should pay more attention to your tone!" the City Lord looked at Wuqian Ya Se's expression and knew that he wouldn't listen to him. He didn't want to say anything to him. He waved his hand. "You go, I'll ask someone to arrange you to go back to the king. You go back and clean up first, and I'll send you away tomorrow morning."

  He didn't expect his greedy brother to be unreasonable and stubborn even at this time.

  “I won't go! It's the Hornless-men! Brother, what if you just listen to me once? I believe that as long as we kill all those dirty Hornless-men … Well, get them all out of the city, and then let the temple do its best to treat the sick Horn-people. The disease in the city will surely disappear. As long as the Hornless-men are still there, even if the temple can cure the sick Horn-people, it will not be long before other Horn-people get sick. The Hornless-men must leave our Wuqian city! Brother, listen to me for once! "

  The City Lord's thoughts were also confused. He came to grumble that his brother was not the only one who wanted to kill all the Hornless-men. From the outbreak of the epidemic in the city to now, many nobles came to him, even the temple-servants in the temple came asking for the same thing.

  The City Lord asked his brother to leave and went to the temple to find Witch Mo Jie himself. He needed other people's opinions.

  Witch Mo Jie is also contradictory person, but he pointed out a fatal point: "The temple-servants are too busy to help the sick Horn-people. Now even the temple-servants have fallen ill several times. In the absence of drugs and human resources, we have to make a choice."

  This choice, needless to say, is whether to give up the Hornless-men and try our best to cure the Horn-people.

  The City Lord frowned. "The Hornless-men in the city have been domesticated for a long time. They are more obedient and loyal than the Hornless-men in the villages outside the city. I originally wanted to choose some loyal and powerful witches to manage those villages. Although the great witches of the Hornless-men have no skills, they always have been hidden dangers. They don't believe in the Pan'a God, but they believe in the spirit of their ancestors. Especially in those Southern villages, five or six villages have joined forces to make large-scale sacrifice. What do they want to do?"

  Witch Mo Jie looked at the City Lord quietly and whispered, “Pan’a God Above. He will guide you to make the right choice."

  The City Lord went to the window, looked out with one hand behind him, and finally made a decision: "The healthy Hornless-men in the city are all to be expelled, allow them to take away their property. The sick Hornless-men…Kill them all, burn the bodies. "

  This order caused a great stir in the Wuqian city.

  Most of the Horn-people took it for granted. The Hornless-men are in a panic and cry for help when the sky fell.

  Wuqian Ya Se, with his strong body protection bone treasure, took a group of warriors to search the Hornless-men from door to door and drove them out of the city as fast as possible.

  Although the City Lord said that he would allow them to take away their property, how many people could gather their possessions in that situation? In addition, Wuqian Ya Se is famous for hating the Hornless-men. The healthy Hornless-men in the city will be killed as sick patients if they have any words of resistance or dissatisfaction. Until they find out that if they offer their meager property voluntarily, they may still have a way to keep their lives. Later the Hornless-men, they were crying begging to buy their life, just want to leave the Wuqian city alive.

  So Yuan Zhan, who is guarding the East Road blockade line, did not wait for the Horn-people for two days, but waited for a shabby and sad looking fugitive of the Hornless-men.

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  In the evening, Yan Mo got a message from Jiu Feng and flew back to Yuan Zhan with Jiu Feng.

  As soon as he landed, he saw a number of low thatched houses built temporarily near the blockade line.

  "The people in the Wuqian city are starting to flee?" Yan Mo reckoned that the timeline is almost the same. At this time, if the first infected people are not effectively treated, they are likely to have died.

  Yuan Zhan shook his head. “I have been here for a long time, but the Horn-people were the first to escape. But these Hornless-men didn't escape by themselves. They were all forced out."

  "How do you know the Horn-people escaped first? What did they tell you? "Yan Mo sat next to Yuan Zhan.

  Yuan Zhan had a sneer on his lips. "The Horn-warriors didn't come here every day. I have nothing to do and I've been spying around."

  He didn't tell Yan Mo that he was actually a robber and got addicted to robbing. He was not satisfied with someone coming to the door so he can rob them, but instead he took the initiative to go into the city to rob things. However, in order to avoid attracting the attention of the Wuqian City, he only explored and did not make a bold move.

  Yan Mo guessed what bad things this guy might have done. He was afraid of The Guide punishment and so he didn't ask in detail. He changed the topic and said, "What was the matter that made you ask Jiu Feng to bring me back here?"

  “I missed you." Yuan Zhan put his arms around him.

  "What else?" Yan Mo relaxed and smiled.

  "Did Wu Guo trouble you? Didn't he persuade that eating that fruit will do you good? You've been so tired for so many days. You'll have a good night's sleep tonight. You'll be full of energy tomorrow."

  Yan Mo was excited. He had this plan for a long time, but the cholera was developing rapidly. He was almost fighting for human life with the God of death, and his sleeping time was reduced to four hours at night. Most of the time he was on his way somewhere treating someone. Now he has almost finished walking in the east villages, and he is going to the south of the disaster area.

  If he knew that he would meet such an emergency. He would have asked Grand Witch Xiang for the Rapid Bone Bird. Unfortunately, it's hard to buy anything.

  “Are there a lot of sick people in the Hornless-men who have been driven out? Besides…… Some of the Horn-people who were caught were they also sick? "Yan Mo pinched Yuan Zhan's thigh.

  Yuan Zhan couldn't help but tell the truth, "Yes, I don't think they are in the right situation, so I didn't allow them to go on and let them all stay. As for the Horn-people, it was OK in the first two days, and they were ill in the third day. The leader named Mo Gan was the first one to fall ill. When you were busy, I lost one medicine you left to him, but he didn't believe me, and even crushed the precious medicine. "

  Yuan Zhan is calm, but Yan Mo can think of how angry Yuan Zhan was at that time. No wonder he didn't mention it to him for so many days. It's also meant to teach the Horn-people a lesson.

  "How is he now?"

  "Dying."

  Yan Mo wanted to get up, Yuan Zhan held him, "He is strong and should be able to live for another night."

  Yan Mo patted him, "You told me, I c escape Punishment if he dies." He didn't want to be punished by The Guide, “Are the Horn-people all sick aside for the Mo Gan?"

  “Because of Mo Gan's identity, I locked him in one place at the beginning, but there are still some people who are sick in the Horn-people group. As you said, I isolated them. Now most of them are OK, but 30% of them are sick."

  "That's not a good ratio." Yan Mo believes in Yuan Zhan's observation and disposal of things. Yuan Zhan said isolation is the real isolation. But in this way, one third of the people who come to the horn are still ill. How many people are sick in the Wuqian city if the isolation is not good?

  Yan Mo didn't know at this time that the Lord and the witch of the Wuqian city didn't believe what he told Master Yi Fan. The only effective measure they have taken at present is to drive all the Hornless-men out of the city, but the sick Hornless-men haven't been completely isolated.

  In the city, the Hornless-men are also miserable. Many of them are sick because they took care of the sick Horn-people. Others are especially waiting for the Horn-people to handle their excrement and urine and clean the toilet.

  As a result, as soon as the epidemic broke out in the city, they were regarded as the culprit. Almost every Horn-people felt that they could not wait to burn them to death, which was really unjust.

  The Hornless-men who were driven out of the city have almost no place to go. Although they are also the Hornless-men, their relationship with the Hornless-men outside the city is not so good. They even hate the Hornless-men outside the city even more than the Horn-men, thinking that they have brought diseases and were more even annoyed by them.

  The Hornless-men on both sides have not yet met, nor have conflicts erupted.

  Yan Mo simply used hot water to eat hot food, and then went to see Mo Gan, the most seriously ill and expelled of the Hornless-men, who have been abandoned.

  Mo Gan and the Horn-people were locked up in a nearby hill.

  Yuan Zhan has opened a row of holes in the wall of the hill. Each hole has only one vent. When he is in a good mood, he will throw them some food and water. It was good for him and Yan Mo's enemies to catch even when the enemies came to them with bad intentions. If he doesn't kill them, it's already merciful. How can he make them eat, drink and live well?

  So even the Horn-people, who are not sick, are so hungry that they can hardly walk after being trapped like this for six days.

  Mo Gan is in a bad situation.

  As soon as the entrance of the cave opened, a stench of stinking melancholy came.

  Yan Mo immediately covered his nose and dodged away. The more sensitive Jiu Feng doesn't care much, but doesn't like the smell either.

  "Jiu Feng, you go to play in the distance, don't get close to human beings, and about the water source we also need to find clean drinking water. I'll call you if I have something." Yan Mo didn't want Jiu Feng to be in close contact with the patient.

  Jiu Feng understands that Yan Mo is thinking kindly of him. His crooked mouth rubbed his cheek and he spread his wings. He wanted to go to the distance to find some delicious things for him.

  “It's you……" Mo Gan, lying in the dirt, was still conscious. Seeing the two men, he raised his head, "Dirty and despicable Hornless-men, are you from the abyss? The King won't let you go, we…… "

  "Yes, you have the strength to speak. It seems that the Horn-people have more vitality than I imagined." Yan Mo said to Yuan Zhan, "Do me a favor, get people out, burn all the stolen goods inside, and then wash them." There's hardly any ground to walk in it.

  Yuan Zhan didn't get Mo Gan out, he pushed forward with one hand, and a wave of water suddenly rushed into the small cave.

  Mo Gan was pounded by the sudden flood, but the sewage did not flow out, but all gathered in a newly formed depression.

  Yuan Zhan washed them three times in a row, and the stench in the cave was much weaker.

  Fortunately, this was in the summer, Mo Gan’s body trembled, but he preferred to remain quite. He didn't know how he had endured it for the past six days.

  With Yuan Zhan, the dirty water doesn't need to be disinfected with plant ash or lime. It's directly dried with a fire.

  Yuan Zhan, who by the way, got the water out of the cave and made a fire, which allowed Yan Mo to enter.

  As soon as they entered, the narrow cave automatically expanded by more than two circles.

  Yan Mo knelt down to feel Mo Gan's pulse.

  Mo Gan wanted to hide but has no strength. He wanted to cuss. He opened his mouth and closed it. In fact, he does not have much strength. What he had said just now has exhausted his physical strength. After being tossed by fire and water, he only has the strength to breathe.

  Yan Mo let go and asked Mo Gan, "Do you want to die or live?"

  Mo Gan would not answer.

  “Although you the Bone Sculpting People hate it, I can't die without help."

  Mo Gan did not believe that the Hornless-men would be so kind.

  Yan Mo is not so kind as to take the initiative to save the enemy, but The Guide never divides the race category, and never looked at the enmity relationship between Yan Mo and the rescued. The Guide only follow one standard, that is, as long as you can, what you should do must be done.

  Yan Mo looked and saw that Mo Gan was going to faint. He calmly took out a pill, excites the medicine, quickly shoves it into his mouth, raised his head, palms on his throat.

  Mo Gan involuntarily followed up with a swallowing action. It was too late for the pill to go down and spit out.

  Yan Mo took out a water can and a wooden water cup from his pocket, poured a cup of warm light salt water, sent it to Mo Gan's lips, and forced him to drink it. At the same time, he said: “Although I didn't go to the Wuqian city anymore, I can see that the situation inside the Wuqian city may not be very good from the proportion of the driven out Hornless-men and your illness. When I cure you, I hope you can take a message to your City Lord for me. It's not going to be enough for anyone to stop the development of the epidemic and save the patients only by personal strength. We need the cooperation of the City Lord of the Wuqian to stop and finish the spread of the epidemic as soon as possible. "

  Mo Gan wanted to vomit a string of cusses, but he said, “You may have caused the epidemic. Now But I come here pretending, huh! "

  Yuan Zhan knelt on the ground, grabbed a handful of soil and shoves it into his mouth.

  "Hello, Hello!" Yan Mo shouted from his mouth, but he didn't even extend his hand.

  “If you like, you are the Horn-people." Yan Mo gets up. “A-Zhan, let's go."

  “By the way," Yan Mo looked back at the entrance of the cave. "The warriors you brought, as well as the people who came back to rescue you, are also sick. Do you think I can help or not?"

  Mo Gan opened his mouth.

  Yan Mo smiled faintly, and his spirit was high. “I'm not as cruel as your Horn-people. Even if you don't want me to save them, I'll still save them." Although he is a doctor, he is definitely the kind of extremist who only saves his own side and the enemy side in order to control him to die in the battlefield.

  Mo Gan was a little shaken.

  Yan Mo simply said, "Do you think I'm lying to you? A-Zhan, lock them all together, but sick people are still to be separated from the health ones. At that time, I will ask the healthy Horn-people if they are willing to take care of you. If there are volunteers, I will let them come. "

  "You……Would you really lock me up with my warriors?" Mo Gan doesn't believe it.

  Yan Mo turned around and left.

  Ten minutes later, Mo Gan was moved into a larger, clean and warm cave. He watched the Horn-people lying in the cave, and was silent.

  Obviously, these people have been cleaned up, their naked bodies are clean, but some of them can still struggle to call him, while others are too sick to wake up.

  After another hour, Yan Mo saw the sick people of the Hornless-men and returned to the place where they were held.

  Yan Mo didn't speak much, only let Yuan Zhan light the torch, and asked several lowland villagers to make simple beds for these Horn-people, then he went to one by one to check them, then give them medicine respectively, and then have them fed light salt water.

  The Wadi villagers are not exclusive gone there to take care of the Horn-people. Instead, they just went to take care of those who were driven out of the city. Instead, they were complaining to by the other side. These angry people followed Da-Ren, the divine envoy, to take care of the Horn-people.

  Mo Gan opened his eyes to Yan Mo's every move. He didn't believe that the Hornless-man was so kind. He always felt that the other side had a plot behind a plot. However, even if the Hornless-men were abused and satirized badly, they still gave them medicine to cure their diseases, even if the actions were not exactly gentle and neat.

  Is the epidemic really not related to the two Hornless-men?

  No Even if they have nothing to do with them, they will never be so kind to help us the Horn-people.

  Yan Mo finally came to Mo Gan and said, “My bone sculpting is taught by one of your bone sculpting tribesmen. My other teacher is a White-Horn clan person. After entering the Wuqian City, Master Yi Fan was good to me. It's for their sake that we save you. "

  After hearing this, Mo Gan felt that he had found a reason, "Where are you from?"

  “Far away, I have no malice to you." Yan Mo patted him and left.

  Mo Gan looked at the top of the cave and was in a complicated mood. If the Horn-people didn't teach the Hornless-man bone sculpting, and if Master Yi Fan didn't appreciate him so much, wouldn't the Hornless-man save them now?

  That night, the Wuqian city.

  Master Yi Fan pushes open the door of the toilet house and slowly walked back to the room. He knows that he is also ill.

  Walking back to the room, he took a small medicine bottle out of bone objects, which he had put on the bedside.

  He has so many bone protectors. He thought he would never need to use the medicine in this medicine bottle, but……

  At the same time, the Lord of the Wuqian city suddenly vomited at dinner. The residence manager quickly called the temple-servant, who is good at treating diseases. At a quarter of an hour, the temple-servant shook his head and said, “It's probably the same disease."

  The City Lord was pale.

  The residence manager, the guard and so on were all in a panic.

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