Chapter 125 Allusion to Full of Stress
"What does the gray quality mean? The character is dying?"
Yang He saw the gray quality for the first time, and he could see the narrow escape of the plague ghost in disguise, and the pressure of choosing a role was beginning to fill up.
[Plague Scattering Ghost: 5/5 (0%)]
And the number of ghosts scattered by the plague is comparable to that of the ghost in the stone.
"You can no longer play the butcher, but you can use the butcher as a breakthrough."
Yang He refreshed three times in a row and finally found a character related to the butcher.
[Medicine shop apprentice (white): The sun has not seen in the town for a long time, and it is the season change, so there are very few people sick. However, the butcher’s animals died unexpectedly, and I want you to come and take a look. 】
[If you do not choose an identity, you will go to the world of allusions with your real body. 】
"Choose a pharmacy apprenticeship."
Yang He did not bring anything with him and no longer taught the Dharma.
………
The sky was terrifyingly gloomy, the dark clouds overhead were airtight, and the autumn wind rolled up the fallen leaves on the roadside, making them rustle and groan in pain.
In the drug store, the young man was lying on the counter and snoring.
There were only a few customers picking up the medicine, and there were only two flies buzzing around.
"Yang He, help me run to Old Chen's house on the corner of the street."
The old doctor walked out of the back room and was not angry when he saw the young man sleeping idle. He patted the latter on the shoulder and said, "Yang He."
The boy's pupils focused and he adjusted to the surrounding environment.
Yang He trusts his intuition very much, because some evil spirits cannot be detected at all.
As soon as he entered the plague ghost, his yin energy was obviously weak and his spiritual vision had not increased, but he felt an indescribable strange feeling.
Yang He felt a little nauseous and looked around with his peripheral vision.
The allusion world is indeed as shown in the character information. The long-term cold and dampness has caused the corners of the drug store to be infected with mold.
The cold wind was whirling by, and a few snails were crawling in the ditch.
Yang He's awkwardness became more and more intense, and he seemed to be out of tune with the world of allusions.
"Hey."
"Yang He, if the sun continues to shine in Yanqu Town, all the medicinal materials in the shop will rot. If the shop collapses, I will pass on some recipes to you. You can go back to your hometown and become a barefoot doctor."
Yang He pretended to be worried, and the doctor didn't say much.
"You can send the captured swine fever to Old Chen's house on the street corner."
Yang Heyi swept the medicinal materials, which was indeed a recipe for curing pig plague.
"Okay."
The medicinal materials were wrapped in oil paper, and Yang He walked out of the pharmacy quickly.
The doctor's reminder came from behind, "Yang He, remember, just cook it simply. If necessary, add some sake and give it to the sick pig."
When Yang He came to the street, acid was already pouring out of his throat.
Yanqu Town should be near Xiqi, with a population of four to five thousand at most. It looks ordinary everywhere, but it is very...awkward.
"Damn it."
Although Yang He had never brought a pupil ghost, Po Qian's spiritual vision blessed his five senses. Not to mention evil spirits, even if there were weak ghosts in Yanqu Town recently, he could easily spot the clues.
However, there was nothing strange about it, as if the awkwardness in my heart was just an illusion.
Yang He asked a few passers-by to inquire, and soon found Lao Chen's butcher shop. He smelled a pungent stench before he even got close.
There was only one woman busy in the shop, and when she saw Yang He, she quickly squeezed out a smile.
"Are you... the medicine boy of Baicaotang?"
"Well, Yang He."
The woman was slightly embarrassed as she cleaned up the pigs and said, "I'm sorry, Brother Yang, your trip was in vain. The livestock at home are no longer plagued. Can the medicinal materials be returned?"
Yang He didn't want to miss the opportunity to explore the world of allusions.
"What do you call it? I can help you take a look at the condition of the animals. If it is as you said, I will take the medicinal materials back to the shop."
"Thank you, Brother Yang. Just call me Li."
Mrs. Li took off her oil-stained cloth pocket and led Yang He to the backyard.
"A few pigs with plague are not actually from our butcher shop, but are the livestock of the local Song Dynasty family?"
“How come an outsider’s livestock is in the butcher’s shop?”
"How can I, a woman, know anything about it, but I heard..."
Mrs. Li opened the door of the pig pen, and more than a dozen pigs grunted. When they saw Ms. Li, they immediately raised their heads and begged for food.
Yang He carefully scanned the pig pen, which was filled with ordinary livestock.
There is no yin energy at all.
He looked confused, and everything he did seemed to be in vain.
At this moment, Yang He heard the sound of chopping meat in the back room and couldn't help but ask: "Ms. Li, is that your man in the back room?"
Li couldn't help but worry and said: "He has been a bit nagging in the past few days. He has gone to the temple to ask for several bowls of talisman water and drank it."
Yang He narrowed his eyes and understood that the character in the back room was the butcher who could be played previously.
"How about I try to prescribe some soothing medicine?"
"I saw the doctor before, but it was of no use."
Li added hesitantly: "For some reason, he brought all the remaining plague pigs in the Song Dynasty into the back room. He only came out occasionally and wouldn't let me in. Alas..."
"How do pigs get infected?"
Yang He remembered that the butcher's message mentioned that the pork was still delicious, and that the problem must be caused by the plague pig, and maybe he could get a clue.
Li felt that Yang He had an inexplicable aura and could not refuse the latter's inquiry.
"The plague pig will circle in the opposite direction day and night, without eating, until it dies of exhaustion."
Yang He turned to look at the back room, "You seemed to have a good business the past few days?"
"It's not bad." Li's eyes avoided Yang He's gaze, "But it's only been two or three days, and you can see, Brother Yang, that there haven't been many guests recently."
"Is it because the plague pork is sold out that there is no business?" Yang He's tone became aggressive, and Mrs. Li was at a loss for a moment, "No... there is no plague pork. Both of us are honest people, how can we sell it?" Pork with plague.”
"Ms. Li, you don't want me to talk to others..."
Suddenly, hoarse murmurs came from the back room.
"Whirlpool! Swirl whirlpool?!"
The words are full of obsession and faintly tinged with fear.
Yang Hehe's vomiting worsened for no reason. There was no Yin Qi emanating from the inner room, but his spiritual vision slowly increased. "Whirlpool? It seems to be another name for whirlpool."
Mrs. Li couldn't help but shed tears and cursed towards the back room: "You are not a housekeeper every day, and you know what you are doing all day long. The business of the butcher shop is beyond what I, a woman, can handle."
"Whirlpool!!!"
Butcher Chen ignored Mrs. Li and ecstatically chanted the word "Hui Wei".
Mrs. Li kept cursing and tried to force her way into the back room, but the wooden door was pushed open first, and Butcher Chen staggered into the courtyard.
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Butcher Chen was covered in blood, and his eye sockets were deeply sunken. It was obvious that he had not slept for several days, and his eyes were moving like an epilepsy.
To be precise.
The eyes move regularly counterclockwise.
"Smelly bitch!"
Butcher Chen knocked Li away and rolled and crawled into the pig pen.
Suddenly a shrill pig cry sounded.
Butcher Chen went completely crazy, holding the butcher knife and carving open the stomachs of the animals one after another, still repeating the word "wandering" in his mouth.
"There is no migrating vortex! How come there is no migrating vortex? The plague pigs in the Song Dynasty obviously have migrating vortices!"
He kept taking out pig intestines, and Mrs. Li was frightened.
Ignoring Mrs. Li, Yang He came to the back room where Butcher Chen had been staying. The rich blood rushed to his face, and the ground was covered with pig urine.
A complete corpse of a plague pig was placed on the table.
The moment Yang He saw the pig corpse, he could no longer hold back the discomfort and retched.
There is nothing unusual on the surface of the pig carcass, except that the intestines and stomach are in the shape of a whirlpool. Even if life is cut off, they are still rotating counterclockwise.
Spiritual vision skyrocketed.
Yang He felt a cramp in his abdomen, and his stomach seemed to be about to spin.
He couldn't help but stare at the pig corpse. While feeling nauseated, he had the illusion that his body and soul were sublimated, as if there was a way to become an immortal in the vortex.
"What the hell is it? That produces such a weird plague pig, and looking directly at the vortex can actually affect the mind!!"
Yang He turned his head away forcefully, and Butcher Chen returned to the back room at some point.
"Everything in the world has a vortex, and I...as long as I understand the vortex, I can live forever, the vortex, the fascinating vortex."
Yang He glanced out of the corner of his eye and saw Mrs. Li lying motionless outside the door.
"Whirlpool."
Butcher Chen opened his eyes and slowly approached Yang He.
Yang He had never seen such a curious pupil ghost. It looked a bit like a parasitized snail, with circles of whirlpools emerging from the whites of its eyes.
As he walked, Butcher Chen's tongue became swollen and his speech became unclear.
"What is a vortex?"
"The whirlpool is...a shortcut to becoming an immortal."
Butcher Chen paused slightly, seeming to enjoy sharing his views on the vortex with others, "You are an ordinary person. If you have spiritual eyes like me, you can see the mystery of the vortex."
Yang He was secretly dumbfounded. Logically speaking, if the pupil ghost can see it, the spiritual vision should also be able to see it.
"Butcher Chen, did you see the vortex at Dahu Song's house?"
"Yeah."
Butcher Chen covered his head and cracked his neck hard.
"They don't understand the vortex, they only know how to escape the vortex. I am different. I have spiritual eyes that can directly see the mystery of heaven contained in the vortex."
"You...must think I'm crazy."
"No."
Yang He's eyes stayed on the swirling patterns of the pupil ghost.
The Yang fire dimmed, and the cramps in the stomach increased sharply.
"We can't continue to struggle with him."
"As long as you see the vortex pattern, it will intensify the agitation of the internal organs. What kind of evil spirits are there in Yanqu Town!!"
Yang He took advantage of Butcher Chen's dazed moment and escaped from the butcher shop.
Li's body curled up into a ball and rotated little by little in a whirlpool.
Butcher Chen did not pursue him. He let go of his butcher knife and murmured: "He is a person with a destiny for immortality. It's a pity that his mortal body cannot withstand the indoctrination of the vortex."
Yang He returned to the streets and saw that Yanqu Town was completely different.
There are whirlpools everywhere.
The texture of the branches and leaves is swirling; the ears of rice harvested by farmers grow in a swirling shape; the black smoke from the chimney turns into a tornado and spreads out.
Yang He's colic pain spread to his limbs, and his bones made an overwhelming sound.
Click click click.
His limbs were broken counter-clockwise, and his remaining vitality was completely cut off.
The townspeople were horrified when they saw this, but some of them showed intoxicated expressions and watched the birth of a new vortex in Yanqu Town at close range.
Yang He fell to the ground and noticed that there were several snails crawling in the ditch in front of him. The snails did not walk in a straight line, and the dried mucus drew whirlpools one after another on the blue bricks.
"Gan!"
"I didn't even see Xie Sui once, so my death was so miserable!"
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