The old Taoist slowly raised his head, his face feeling bitter.

In his eyes, the sky seemed to be filled with a yellow-green plague.

Cheng Fan and his friends looked at him with vigilance.

After all, he is a dignified god of the Plague Department, so you must be careful.

The old Taoist straitor's spiritual consciousness spread out, his pupils suddenly shrank, and his eyes became dim in an instant.

Everything they said... was actually true.

How did things turn out like this?

"Stop looking, it's time to work."

Lao Long said coldly.

"Sorry, things seem to be beyond my ability..."

The old Taoist face turned gray and said bitterly.

"What do you mean?"

Lao Long's face changed drastically, his figure flashed, he grabbed the old Taoist's collar and shouted anxiously:

"My grandson Long is still sick! So many ordinary people are still sick! Almost all of them are almost out of reach. What does it mean to be a guy who has caused the plague?"

The old Taoist said with a bitter face: "I didn't expect... in just over a dozen hours, the plague would spread to such a large range."

"According to past experience, even if it is not controlled, it will take at least ten days to spread to a county. But now... it has almost spread throughout China!" ъìqυgΕtv.℃ǒΜ

"nonsense!"

The old dragon was almost roaring.

"What you are talking about is the old almanac from hundreds of years ago!"

"The fastest means of transportation in the world are now faster than Ben Long's full speed!"

"It only takes three hours to span the entire China!"

"What exactly can be done! Tell me back quickly!"

The old Taoist was so roared by the old dragon that his ears were almost deaf, and his brows were frowned tightly into the character "Sichuan".

After thinking hard, he finally shook his head bitterly.

"The scope is really too large, and our plague tribe has never experienced such a large-scale plague."

"In the past, it only covered several states. We were in charge of each state, and we could barely control it, but now it is the entire China..."

The Kitchen Lord's face turned gloomy and said with hatred: "You damn bastard! How many people do you want to kill!"

Faced with the condemnation of the three elders, the old Taoist only had a bitter smile at this moment.

...

at the same time.

The upper realm and Fengdu were also in chaos.

The entire plague ministry was called to hold a criticism and controversy conference.

When the boss of the Plague Tribe learned that it was his own people who had done such a big deal.

The blue face turned green like Avatar.

The entire plague tribe was scolded to lower his head in shame and had no shame to see anyone.

It was already a nearly transparent department in the upper world, but suddenly it became famous again.

However, this time he became famous, but he was notorious. Now all the immortals and gods in the upper world do not look down on these plague gods who are not doing their jobs.

Even when the dogs see them, they will shake their heads and spit at them.

Under the human world, Fengdu City in the underworld suddenly accepted a large number of dead souls, and the Ghost Sect was almost too busy.

In the past, I could have swung the chains to sway around the human world and see the bright lights and wine.

Now all ghost messengers have become hearse drivers, driving public hearse No. 4, 14, 40 and 404, constantly traveling to and from the human world and Fengdu City.

In order to save time on the road, the teaching film "Initial D" is constantly played in a loop when training new drivers in an emergency.

Lord Yan Jun asked all ghost messengers to become veteran drivers, to be fast and stable, to be in line with Tuohaisang, and to master superb skills such as hearse drifting and drainage bends.

Apart from the war period, this is the first time in Fengdu that he has encountered such a busy time.

Not to mention the ghosts below, even the Yin Gods such as City God and Yan Jun were so busy that they almost didn't touch the ground.

The city of Fengdu was even more messy, and countless dead souls were almost unable to manage them.

In the end, Lord Yan simply abandoned humanized management and began to force intervention, otherwise the dead would be disobedient and would be very troublesome.

According to the rumors from Judge Cui, Lord Yan Jun has recently put the matter of opening up the satellite city Fengdu-1, which will greatly liberate the pressure on the ghost mouth of Fengdu City.

In addition, the Fengdu official is absorbing the dead souls who have been staying in Fengdu City for a period of time, waiting in line to reincarnate and become temporary ghosts.

Similar to temporary workers, no, to be precise, volunteers, because the Fengdu official will not issue any allowances.

The only benefit is that when reincarnation, you can give priority to pets such as cats and dogs, and you can get the chance to jump to the line of 10,000 people.

Even so, every ghost flocks to him, fearing that he won't be able to choose him.

In the Yin God system, Yan Jun and Chenghuang also received a letter of help from Cheng Fan.

Yan Jun expressed his deep regret and politely refused, saying that he could not help.

Cheng Fan expressed his understanding of this. After all, he is the King of Hell, and only the dead will be seen.

The City God was also helpless, so he could only arrange the patient to his City God Temple. No matter how many things happened, he could do nothing.

To cure diseases and save people? That is not their duty.

And the plague god Cheng Fan and the others are counting on.

At this moment, he shook his head with a decadent look on his face and said with a wry smile that he could not do it.

It's not that he refuses.

I’m not, I really can’t do it!

He is professional in discharging poison and can save people...

Cheng Fan's face darkened. This guy is a typical person who kills and burys.

"How much can you do?"

The old Taoist answered honestly: "I can absorb the plague from a state at most."

"Without the plague, although the disease cannot be relieved, it will not spread again."

Cheng Fan frowned and asked him: "What do you mean is, if you can suck all the plague, will the disease be controlled?"

"Uh, probably, at least it won't be contagious again."

"If someone takes you, can you absorb all the plague in China?"

"Yes, my guy can absorb a lot of plague."

As he said that, the old Taoist lifted up the Taoist robe, revealing a gourd with a yellow and green aura around his waist.

"In fact, there is another way. If there is enough miasma-clearing pills to turn them into rain and fog and sprinkle them on earth. You can also quickly clear the plague and relieve the symptoms."

Cheng Fan breathed a long sigh when he heard this and said, "Why didn't you say it earlier? I can refine this kind of elixir."

The old Taoist shook his head and said with a wry smile:

"It's just that although this kind of elixir is simple, the rate of elixir is not high. There are only a few pieces in a furnace. How can we cover the vast China?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw Cheng Fan take out a bulging bag and take out a pill from it, and said in a hurry:

"Look, can this pill be feasible?"

The old Taoist suspiciously picked up the pill from Cheng Fan's hand and placed it on the tip of his nose to smell it.

A breath of extremely clear spirit penetrated into his nose, and even the plague in his body became weaker by three points.

"Good pill! This pill can clear the verge and relieve the symptoms. Alas, if there are more pills like this, then the people of China will be saved."
Chapter completed!