Chapter 1102 Ancient Well Plague

Above the ancient well.

Qinghe flew back to the village and came to the ancient well, but he did not see Xueying. He was a little puzzled, so he looked around to find Xueying's whereabouts.

"Strange, why did the person disappear?"

However, he saw the villagers and the corpses on the ground. He recognized them by their clothes at a glance. These people should be from the Qingmen Sect. Seeing their deaths, he knew that it was Xueying who did it.

"Where is Xueying?"

Qinghe walked to the side of the village chief and asked.

The village chief was still very impressed with this poisonous mouth, and even felt a sense of intimacy.

When the villagers saw Qinghe, their eyes were actually a little softer.

After all, compared with Xueying's coldness, he sucked people dry with one move, and Qinghe could only curse a few ugly words at most, but it would not kill anyone.

This led to such a contrast between them after the comparison.

Qinghe glanced at the villagers around him and clearly felt the strange looks they gave him. When he was wondering, the village chief said flatteringly, "Senior, he went down to the ancient well."

After saying that, the village chief pointed at the ancient well.

Qinghe thought for a while and asked, "Why did he go down to the ancient well?"

"He went to solve the problem of the plague."

"Oh."

Qinghe nodded and looked at the ancient well again, and found that the dead air in the ancient well had dissipated a lot.

"Senior, is there a problem?" The village chief asked a little nervously.

"No."

"Senior, is there any hope for our ancient well?" The village chief asked a question related to the survival of the entire village.

Other villagers also put on their headphones, wanting to listen one by one.

"Yes, according to the situation, the dead air here will disappear in a few days." Qinghe said.

The village chief was very happy when he heard it.

"Senior, is it true?"

"Of course, it should be that Xueying found the source and dealt with it, otherwise, the dead air of this ancient well will never dissipate."

"That's great." The village chief and the villagers were even more excited after hearing this.

"Puff."

At this time, Xueying also popped his head out of the well and climbed up. His whole body was not wet at all, because he had used his spiritual power to isolate the well water.

After seeing him, the village chief and a group of villagers were still a little nervous and stepped back a little.

When Qinghe saw this scene, he was surprised.

"Xueying, look, you scared the villagers."

When Xueying saw Qinghe coming back, he rolled his eyes at him and said, "Okay, stop talking nonsense, have you brought all the things I want?"

"I brought them."

As he said, he gave all the materials to Xueying.

Xueying nodded and said to the village chief: "This ancient well will return to normal in a few days. The source of the dead air has also been dealt with by me. You should arrange a quiet and spacious room for me now. I will help you refine the elixir to cure the plague."

"Okay, okay." The village chief quickly responded.

Xueying's answer was the same as Qinghe's, which made the village chief more relieved. He quickly arranged a quiet room for Xueying.

At the same time, he also told the villagers to deal with the corpses on the ground.

He took Qinghe and Xueying to where he lived and found a quiet house for Xueying to use.

"Senior, can you take a look at this room?"

Blood Shadow took a glance and found that the space inside was indeed spacious enough, and said: "Okay, it's OK."

"That's good."

"Well, you go out and come to me in an hour. During this time, you can gather those who are seriously infected to your side."

"Okay, okay."

An hour later, Blood Shadow finally finished refining all the pills and walked out of the room.

When he came outside, he saw at least dozens of villagers here, and more villagers were waiting outside.

"Senior, the villagers here are all in serious condition."

These dozens of villagers were lying on stretchers.

Blood Shadow glanced at them and said: "Here are the pills I have refined. You take them down, one pill per person, and swallow them. If you can't swallow them, you can take them with water."

"Okay, thank you, senior." The village chief quickly called some villagers in good condition and asked them to be responsible for distribution and feeding.

"Come on, hurry up and give them the pills."

"Yes, village chief."

Then, they distributed the pills to the villagers one by one and asked them to swallow them.

Soon after, all the villagers swallowed the pills.

The village chief finally swallowed one himself, and then came to Xueying and reported: "Senior, all the villagers have swallowed them."

"Well, by the way, are there any omissions? Even villagers who are not sick need to swallow them, and this does not rule out those who are in the incubation period or have just been infected."

"Do you want this too?" The village chief did not think of them.

"Yes." Xueying said: "This time, I have refined hundreds of pills to eliminate the plague for you."

"Okay, senior, I know."

There are only about 300 people in the whole village, and the pills that Xueying refined for them can be used by 400 to 500 people.

After doing these things, Xueying asked the village chief to accompany him and inspected the situation in the village.

Through their observations, those with mild plague symptoms quickly recovered to normal and regained their strength.

"The senior's elixir is indeed effective. I have recovered."

"Me too, I finally feel better. I've had enough of that life without energy."

"Yeah, I feel like I'm going to be useless. Even my thoughts are about to disappear. I've become a walking corpse."

The village chief also saw that the villagers had returned to normal, especially those villagers who were originally lying in bed and unable to move. Now they have recovered their color one by one. It seems that it won't take long for them to move and get out of bed.

"Senior, thank you so much."

And those villagers were even more grateful, kneeling and kowtowed to Xueying to express their gratitude.

"You're welcome. We also came here to check on the master's order. You should thank us, and thank our master."

Xueying didn't dare to take credit for it.

"Master?"

The village chief and the villagers were a little surprised. They didn't expect that Xueying and Qinghe were so powerful, and they actually had a master.

"Yes."

"Okay." The village chief led the villagers to bow down again and said, "Thank you, the master of the two seniors, thank you for saving my life."

Although they didn't know what the master Qinghe and Xueying were talking about looked like, they had to thank Li Taihang for his kindness.

After Qinghe and Xueying completed their mission, it was time for them to leave.

"Xueying, should everything be fine here?"

"Yes." Xueying nodded.

"Then let's go back and report to the master."

"Well, let's go!"

They flew into the sky and left, and the village chief and the villagers once again kowtowed in the direction they left.