Early in the morning on the 15th day of the outbreak of the epidemic.

  "Da-Ren! Good news! "The temple-servant rushed into the main hall and shouted excitedly.

  Witch Mo Jie put down the book and looked up. "The City Lord has recovered?" he was given a medicine few days ago. Is the effect so good?

  The temple-servant waved his hand. "Report to Da-Ren that the City Lord Da-Ren woke up this morning, but he hasn't completely recovered. He asked me to ask how many medicines are still available and whether they can be made in large quantities. He would like to invite you to come over."

  “I see. You go back."

  "Yes."

  When the temple-servant left, Witch Mo Jie said to himself, “It seems that we can send for the second already."

  "Da-Ren, when you are ready," whispered the servant not far away

  “And Mo Gan?"

  "The general is in his mansion."

  "Well, don't let him out. Come on, you can't stop him. If he finds out that something has to come out, you will lead him to arrest Wuqian Ya Se, which is the order of the City Lord.” Witch Mo Jie threw a bone domino.

  "Yes." The servant picks up the domino, exited and handed it over to the person who should hand it over.

  The servant did not return to the main hall immediately after handing in the domino, but walked slowly to the main hall. The guard on the road is less than half way there. He didn't meet a few people all the way.

  The temple of Wuqian city guest house.

  Buhua can no longer wait. Zha Luo and several others are getting worse.

  At first they didn't show their identity when they clashed with general Mo Gan, until Mo Gan wanted to imprison them in the name of making trouble.

  When the identities of Buhua and Zha Luo were not easy to say, Dan-dun took out his own identity certificate to avoid the prison disaster.

  At that time, Buhua was also thankful to think: Fortunately, Zha Luo was not comfortable, otherwise, it would be strange for him not to make a big fuss with Mo Gan because of his temperament.

  But none of them expected that the discomfort would become a major epidemic sweeping the whole Wuqian city. Within two days, not only Zha Luo fell ill, but the rest of the team except Dan-dun and him, and the other three were all sick.

  Because of Dan-dun's identity, the temple has always sent the temple-servant who knows medicine to cure them, but what they can do is to delay some which can't be cured by them at all. After so many days of delay, it's no longer possible to see the four with Zha Luo get more sicker. And just yesterday, even Dan-dun fell down, which also gave Buhua the biggest blow.

  Dan-dun and Zha Luo, as well as other team-matesof the team, have different meanings to him. They grew up together, studied together, fought together and guarded each other on the back, which is better than any brotherhood.

  Now it's meaningless for him to reveal his identity and Zha Luo's identity again. Maybe he will cause unnecessary troubles. The Black-Horn, the Red-Horn, the White-Horn, a three ethnic who co governance the entire Horn people, appears peaceful, but the internal disputes have never stopped.

  After the four people became more and more seriously ill, he doubted whether the Lord of the Wuqian city and the temple wanted to control them to gain more benefits. But when he knew that the Lord of the Wuqian city had not appeared in front of people for several days in a row, the city was controlled by his younger brother, and the situation in the city became more and more chaotic, he was sure that the temple had no way to deal with the disease!

  Buhua also wanted to leave the Wuqian city to seek help in other cities, but Zha Luo and others were too sick. The most important thing was that the disease was contagious. His knowledge, identity and conscience could not let him bring four infectious patients to other cities.

  He even suggested to the temple not to let the patients leave the scope of the Wuqian City, but Wuqian Ya Se was determined to let people leave as long as they paid him something for his satisfaction, and the temple was intentionally or unintentionally indulged in his behavior.

  Wuqian Ya Se's reckless behavior makes him dare not to expose his identity at will. No one is on his hand. Once he exposes his identity, Wuqian Ya Se will probably let him die in an ambiguous way in order to cover up his crime.

  When the edge of the window was knocked, Buhua looked up and rushed to the window step by step.

  Outside the window: "The tuna of the Xuanyu city is very delicious. Its most popular part is its fins."

  Buhua calmed his breath. "You're wrong. We only eat tuna fish head."

  Outside the window: “It has been confirmed that the Hornless-men in the eastern village has some witches' medicine and witch who can cure the epidemic disease, and the City Lord has woke up. In addition, the layout of the temple map has been completed, and action will be taken this noon. You'd better leave now."

  "Thank you." He has been waiting for the news for too long.

  “Pan'a God bless you."

  "So do you. Be careful."

  About half an hour later, Buhua picked up Dan-dun and other five people in person and said goodbye to the temple.

  And the temple, as he speculated, did not send people to stop him from leaving, and even the temple prepared the bone coins for them to leave the city - Wuqian Ya Se only looked at bone coins now, and anyone who wanted to leave the Wuqian city had to pay bone coins.

  Buhua's bone object can fly, but there are not many bone objects that can fly in the whole western continent. It's not good for him to take the flying bone, except for attracting people's greed and suspecting his identity. Besides, they can be shot down with bone objects when flying to the sky. He doesn't want to take this risk.

  Half an hour later, a skeleton car drove out of the east gate.

  "Da-Ren, the Horn-people have come here again, but this time it's not the City Lord or the temple man." Xi Yang reports.

  Yan Mo pulled out the gold needle and disinfected it. He got up and said, “Go and have a look."

  "Shua Shua Shua." Yan Mo moved, and a line of people followed him.

  Yan Mo ＆ Xi Yang:“……”

  Qi Hong Zi took a step forward with a serious and solemn expression he said, "Da-Ren, don't worry about us if we follow on your way."

  Yan Mo:“…… Whatever you want. "

  The Qiyu village people were happy, Da-Ren. Is that to recognize them?

  With a wave of Qi Hong Zi's hand, the selected strong men of the team immediately followed Yan Mo.

  Xi Yang was squeezed to one side and couldn't help twitching at the corners of her mouth.

  Busy and sweaty, HouShi ran to him and complained: "What's the matter with the Qiyu village people? Didn't you want them to build a house when they're free? What happened and why are they following Mo Da-Ren all the time? Even if Da-Ren needs guards, they will not be able to fight more than him. At the beginning, Da-Ren first to come to our Wadi village! I'll tell you to warn them. If they do this again, our lowland villagers will be impolite to them! "

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  Xi Yang just wants to fill in all these useless bastards who just want to compete for favor under the housing base!

  Yan Mo took a group of people to the intersection again, and at a glance, he saw the skeleton car without any animal dragging it.

  The appearance of the bone car is very simple, the bone is black. The car body on it looked like a small square house with doors and windows. What's amazing is that it has eight legs like a spider instead of wheels.

  Yan Mo looked at the eight legs and wondered if it was a bone treasure made of a magic spider and other materials.

  Buhua stood outside the car and saw Yan Mo. The first sentence is: “Finally I saw you."

  Yan Mo put a question mark on his face.

  Buhua went up two steps and draws out the bone knife at his waist.

  "Shua!" the Hornless-men, who were originally guarding the intersection, and the Qiyu village people were nervous together, and the warlike and brave Qiyu village people directly raised their spears.

  Yan Mo raises his hand. “It's OK." He recognized the knife.

  Buhua stepped back cautiously, flattening the blade, “I didn't mean it. Are you the Hornless-people Bone Sculptor who made this bone knife? "

  "What's wrong with this bone knife? Or do you want me to refine bone objects for you? "Yan Mo didn't quite understand the meaning of horn-youth, but he could also feel that the other side was as harmless as he said.

  When Buhua heard that Yan Mo admitted that he was the sculptor of the bone knife, he was a little pleased. “I want to ask if you have any similar bones, and I can buy them at a high price. But it's a small thing. I came here mainly for medical treatment. Can I see the great witch who can cure the epidemic? If he can cure my companion, I am willing to pay for his work. "

  "The patient is in the car?"

  "Yes."

  "Open the door for me to see, or you can get your partner down."

  "You want to see them?"

  Yan Mo nodded. "Hurry up, don't delay. See and treat early."

  Buhua was a little stunned. "You know medicine?”

  “If you're looking for someone who can cure the disease, that's me."

  A Bone Sculptor who knows medicine?! Buhua is silent for two seconds. He silently turned around and opened the car door.

  The smell from the door is not bad. Buhua took good care of his companions. Of course, there are a lot of slaves in the temple. It's not easy for him to take care of his companions.

  Yan Mo stepped on his foot and stepped into the car. The inside of the car looked much wider than the outside. There are more than five people lying inside. There are some furniture and things in the car, and the temperature inside is lower than the outside.

  Tut, the bone sculpting civilization of the Horn-people is really remarkable. If we let them develop like this, we only need to give them a little chance to keep up with the productivity, and it's only a matter of time before the whole people enter “Modernization".

  It's a pity that all the bones come from living bodies, and the magic bones come from fewer demon creatures. The Bone Sculpting People have inheritance, wisdom and technology, but the raw materials can't keep up with them. It's an extravagant hope to “Modernize" the whole people.

  No wonder the Bone Sculpting People have been rooted in the western continent for thousands of years and still want to return to the eastern continent, all of these wars are caused by "resources".

  The meaning of bone to the Bone Sculpting People is about the same as ore resources and the primary crystal is oil and gas to the modern people.

  Resource warfare, irreconcilable contradiction!

  After a quick tour of the car, Yan Mo focused on five patients.

  Buhua stood at the door and looked nervously in. The Qiyu village people stared at him cautiously.

  After the diagnosis, Yan Mo turned to Buhua and said: “They can be saved, but it will take a little time. Your Horn-people have good physique and strong resilience. As long as you have the right medicine, you can recover in three or five days at most. Do you think you will live in the car or come out?"

  Buhua felt the unfriendly atmosphere around him and smiled bitterly: “We will stay the car."

  Yan Mo looked at Buhua and didn't talk with him about the consultation fee. For the first unofficial Horn-people he found, he decided to give them a little discount, especially because the other side's attitude was bad. He didn't stand high, nor was he aggressive, nor threatened them with force.

  Xi Yang and others who came here are a little proud. Look! Even the Horn-people came to the door for help. Those officials who came to negotiate in front of us didn't count. This one actually brought the patient.

  And…… Did they hear me right? Their Mo Da-Ren is a Master level Bone Sculptor?

  Oh! God bless! If this is true, then their chance to counterattack the Hornless-men finally came! ——This idea comes from the Qiyu village villagers who offered to be the guard of Mo Da-Ren, and after not being rejected, they decided to become the official guards.

  Buhua found that the breath of Dan-dun's five people became much calmer after taking the medicine. Yan Mo called a careful hornless girl to give the drug medicine, and asked her to feed the Horn-people with light salt water and see to it that they take the medicine on time.

  Buhua didn't have time to talk about magic bone with Yan Mo. Yan Mo was so busy that he was called to see an acute attack patient just after he fed five of the Horn-people medicine.

  Although Yan Mo has strictly forbidden other healthy people to enter the isolation zone, some children who can’t of their parents or worry about their families will sneak into the isolation zone and then sneak out. In recent days, many people in the camp suddenly fell ill because of these people.

  The main problem is that there are not enough people, and the isolation area is not blocked by high walls. As long as people want to sneak in, they can always find space. For this, Yan Mo is helpless.

  Most of the rural people have personalities. When he went to a certain state to practice medicine, there were many rural native who were obedient and helpful, but there were also many people who made trouble for him, stole his equipment and medicine, and disobeyed him. Even some people know that he is helping them, but they reject him because he is a foreigner, or even reject his tribesmen, who treats them.

  In the afternoon, Yuan Zhan and Jiu Feng returned with yuan-crystals. After a while, some people in the Wuqian city brought a large number of herbs to exchange for the refined drug medicine.

  When Yan Mo saw the herbs, he rose eyebrows, which was more than he expected.

  Come on, the temple-servant proudly explained to Yan Mo, "The great witch said that addition is the reward for you, but all the drug medicines we asked for must be handed to us by tomorrow afternoon."

  Yan Mo sneers, not reward, but reward, which means totally different, “I said, it took three days to make medicine."

  “Is that right? How long does it take? You have a clear mind about it. Little hornless man. You are smart, but don't treat others as fools.” Someone came to take the team away.

  Yuan Zhan, who has been able to understand and speak the local language, said: "We have traitors."

  "That's inevitable." Yan Mo is not surprised at all.

  Yuan Zhan doesn’t care for much.

  But the Qiyu village people are different. They can't bear the traitors in the Hornless-men at all, and they still passed the secret of Mo Da-Ren to the Hornless-men.

  The Qiyu village began to spontaneously search for traitors in the Hornless-men.

  The next day, Yan Mo came back, and two of the five Horn-people had already woken up.

  After the girl told him about the physical changes of the next five people last night, and then the diagnosis was made, Yan Mo said to Buhua, "They are getting better. If you are quick, they can get up and walk in two days or so."

  "Thanks Pan'a God Above!" Buhua was so relieved that he didn't have a good rest because of this.

  Yan Mo nodded on his shoulder. "You reach."

  Buhua: “Ah?" but he still held out his hand.

  Yan Mo felt his pulse and let him spit out his tongue. "You are very healthy. If you are worried, here are three patchouli plant pills, which can be used when the symptoms are mild."

  Yan Mo simply told Buhua about the efficacy and treatment of patchouli plant pill.

  Buhua doesn't believe in the magic medicine of the Hornless-men, but his companion did start to improve under the treatment of the Hornless-man, which makes him less cautious about these drugs.

  In the afternoon, Xi Yang reported to Yan Mo with a headache: "The Qiyu village people arrested two Hornless-men who came out of the Wuqian City, and I do not know where they had been taken, saying they wanted to interrogate them."

  Yuan Zhan chuckled.

  Yan Mo gave him a bad look and said to Xi Yang, “It's hard for you. Please invite their old village witch." The problem of the Qiyu village can no longer be solved.

  Yuan Zhan asked Yan Mo, "Can you absorb the yuan-crystal brought back?"

  "Yes."

  “I can't seem to."

  “I'll find a way. If I can absorb it, you should be able to absorb it. What about you, Jiu Feng? "

  Sitting at Yan Mo's feet playing with his own feet, Jiu Feng raised his head: “I can."

  Yuan Zhan was once again ridiculed by Young Master Jiu Feng. "You're useless!"

  Yuan Zhan knelt down and pokes the baby over with one finger.

  Jiu Feng pounced on him and bit his fingers.

  Yuan Zhan got up and shook his fingers.

  After a while, he was so happy to fly in the room with his little wings and chasing Yuan Zhan.

  Yan Mo refined the pharmaceutical pills.

  The old village witch came quickly.

  "Da-Ren, you called me?"

  “I haven't asked you. What should I call you?"

  The old village witch respectfully said: "Da-Ren, just call me Qi Yu. Our village witch has been called Qi Yu since ancient times."

  "Qi Yu, sit down."

  Yuan Zhan moved his finger slightly, and a chair appeared after the old village witch.

  The old village witch looked at the little toddler flying around in the house, then the tall and majestic demon warrior, and finally looked at the young witch called the messenger by the Wadi village. His heart became more and more firm.

  Yan Mo is still trying to find out how to open his mouth so as not to hurt his enthusiasm, but also to warn him.

  "Da-Ren, do you believe in the prophecy?" said the old village witch

  Prophesy? Well, the world prophecy is there and it reasonable.

  Old village witch: "our ancestors have been circulating a prophesy that in the future, there will be a son of the Hornless-men who will lead the Hornless-men to the place of happiness, build a happy home, resist the Horn-people, and make the Hornless-men live happily ever after."

  Yan Mo exhaled: “Any nation that has experienced hardship will have such a prediction."

  "Yes, I didn't believe this prediction, because I've heard similar predictions in many villages of the Hornless-men, and I thought it was everyone just dreaming."

  "Well, you're awake now."

  “But I see you now. This makes me feel that the prophecy of our ancestors may be true, although there has never been a great witch that can predict things in our village. "

  Yan Mo began to think the old village witch was a little interesting. He smiled and asked, "What do you want to say? What do you want from me? "

  "Da-Ren," said the old village witch, kneeling and looking up with great respect, “I hope you can take us and lead us. We are willing to be your guards and slaves. We believe that under your leadership, we will eventually defeat the Horn-people and build a city belonging to our Horn-people. "

  "Just a few of us?" Yan Mo smiled.

  The old village was silent for a moment, "Da-Ren, you have saved a hundred villagers. I'm sure you won't let us die. We…… There are other people hiding in other places. They are the most powerful and able warriors in the village. If you agree, they will come to be your army and keep up with you. "

  Yan Mo and Yuan Zhan look at each other, Yan Mo raises his hand, "Qi Yu, you get up and talk."

  The old village witch just got up and sat back in the chair, but his waist was still slightly bent.

  “Is there still a demon warrior in your village?"

  The old village witch gnawed his teeth. "Yes."

  "How many?"

  "There are two, and two children, who have the potential to awaken their abilities." The old village witch said proudly.

  "How many hands do you have in total?"

  "Over the years, because of the persecution of the Wuqian City, our village has sent away a group of people every year. Over the years, their number has reached nearly 500."

  "You have never been discovered by the Horn-people?" Yan Mo was surprised. "Where are they hiding?"

  "Underground. Da-Ren, they are all hidden underground. There is a large underground cave under this land. The roads are complex. Only people in our village can find them. "

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