Chapter 1617 (1/2)

Although the entrance of the secret passage was small, there was something else in it. They walked side by side without crowding.

Mo Shanghua walks in the body side of Yan Beicheng, Mou Guang involuntarily looks up in the cave.

The walls of the secret passage are all paved with bluestones. For convenience, a hole will be made every other distance to place the wall lamp. The inside of the secret passage is also very clean, and there is not much dust. It can be seen that the secret passage has not been abandoned for long.

Don't hurt to look at Yan Beicheng beside you. There's something calm in your eyes.

Her previous conjecture was true. This person was not as simple as she had seen.

Yan Beicheng, however, seemed to be unaware of it. He walked silently all the way. He only took a candlestick from the wall. After walking in the dark passage for a long time, they climbed out of a dry well.

Moshanghua looked up and saw that the houses here were made of earth, and the roofs were covered with grass and mud. She knew that this place should be in the north of the city, the poorest part of the city, but it was almost half the distance from the palace in the city.

Yan Beicheng, with such a noble personality, was tired and didn't shout. He took him to a mud hut beside the dry well, pushed the door open and went in.

As soon as I entered the room, my nose was covered with a strong smell of medicine. After smelling it carefully, the flowers in the street smelled some rotten smell under the cover of medicine, and I felt a sense of uncertainty.

Mou Guang looks along the bed and sees a middle-aged man lying on the earthen Kang, closing his eyes and dying.

The most terrible and disgusting thing is that the man is covered with chickenpox like things, which almost envelops the whole person. Some of the ”chickenpox” have even been broken, and the wound shows light yellow and bloodshot liquid.

Seems to feel someone coming, the man opened his eyes and sat up, ”it's you.” After a pause, his eyes fell on the flower, ”who is this?”

”This is the doctor. Don't move. Let her have a good look at your illness.” Yan Beicheng put the back of his hand behind him and said in a low voice.

The man nodded, then leaned against the wall behind him, not moving.

Mo Shanghua then walked to the earthen Kang and gave the man a very serious look up and down, but the color behind suddenly changed and exited the house.

Yan North City in the heart tiny sink, hurriedly pursued to go out, ”how?”

In the heart an answer already faintly emerged.

Similar to the modern African Raman virus plague

Mo Shanghua held the wall with one hand and slowed down for a while. Then he turned to look at him. ”What this man got is not an ordinary disease, but an infectious disease named Raman, which is similar to the plague, but the disease is different.”

The color of the dandy on the surface of Yan Beicheng was clean, and the deep part of his eyes was slowly stained with a kind of unpredictable and treacherous color, ”can it be cured?”

In addition, he is more suspicious of the identity of Mo Shanghua.

He invited so many people, but he could not make a definite diagnosis. Now he just took a look at Mo Shanghua, and then he knew it. It can be seen that his medical skill is very good.

How could a person with such high medical skills be the woman who was raised in the boudoir?

Mo Shanghua pondered for a long time, her ruddy lips moved and her voice was low. ”It's better to burn people as soon as possible. This disease is too infectious.”

Yan North City heart a shock, into the temple sword eyebrow deep frown, ”really no way?”