MTL - Returning From Level 900-Chapter 388 The humble did not dare to forget the worry about the country

What Wang Wen sensed through energy was right.

Not long after the repression of the oath disappeared, the plague unexpectedly returned.

And there is an unstoppable trend of wildfires.

The essence of suppression is to eliminate the viability of germs as much as possible with the least cost.

This is far less expensive than generating antibiotics or immunity directly in the body out of thin air, let alone killing germs by force.

The price is small enough, and the order of millions will be possible.

But this is just a temporary solution.

The "sleeping" germs just spread less violently and didn't go away.

Once the suppression is over, the germs will revive again.

Just like right now.

Nearby states have sought help from the imperial city, and the situation can already be described as grim.

The young man panicked and looked at Wang Wen helplessly.

Wang Wen looked at the total progress displayed on the aircraft, and then looked at the time it was early Friday morning.

Nodding with pursed lips.

Swear by the "entry" that is not perfect.

Before [Heaven and Human Unity] was turned on, the energy in his body rumbled out, fulfilling his oath at a faster speed than [Heaven and Human Unity].

After all, this is the direct supply of energy in the body.

With one less conversion link, the speed is naturally faster.

He tried to destroy the key breeding points inside various plague bacteria with minimal energy.

Attempt to address the spread of the plague at its source.

Seeing that the energy has been reduced from 8000% to 1000%, the negative growth rate of the overall progress of the aircraft has hardly improved.

This proves that the most important thing at present is not the contagiousness of the plague.

Rather, it is the lethality of existing conditions.

Wang Wen then swore to use the least energy to destroy the key points that the plague bacteria depended on for survival.

Try to play word game curve to destroy germs.

Turns out the scepter didn't joke with him at all.

Through energy perception, Wang Wen found that almost one percent of the energy needed to complete the attack on a person's germs.

It's almost the same as the consumption of coming back to life.

Burning 500% of the energy and only "curing" hundreds of people, this kind of efficiency is really insignificant in the face of millions.

He stopped the oath.

Feeling that the energy that destroyed the reproduction of germs in the last vow is dissipating in batches.

Energy does not dissipate out of thin air.

Unless Wang Wen voluntarily evacuates, or the target object of the effect disappears or dies.

The target object of energy is germs, and germs will not disappear or die out of thin air.

Unless its parasitic host has died.

Combined with the progress of the aircraft, Wang Wen can basically judge the number of deaths during this period based on the amount of energy dissipated.

The progress of the level has risen from the previous minus seven thousand to minus eight thousand.

It means that the death toll has reached tens of thousands in the short period of time when the plague relapsed.

Wang Wen pursed his lips and frowned.

Facing the expectant youth, he silently shook his head.

The young man's face instantly turned white.

The people around understood the meaning of the silent conversation between the two.

The atmosphere dropped to freezing point.

Xue Zhong, who was holding the gun, opened his mouth and was speechless.

He tried his best to look into the distance, as if he could see the lives of those who were struggling and dying under the plague.

Thinking in his mind that the immortal believers he promised to protect are now dying one by one, and he couldn't help sighing silently.

Plague is a natural disaster rather than a man-made disaster, and magic weapons cannot deal with it.

He could only helplessly watch everything happen and was powerless to stop it.

People in this world are not yet so indifferent and numb, and they have a higher pain and sorrow for the death of their compatriots.

Thinking of the fragile and helpless life in the epidemic, I am helpless.

Most of the people present had red eyes.

There was a sphere of plants flying fast in the sky.

It fell steadily to Wang Wen's side and opened, and a few people walked out of Zhu Xingguo.

Seeing the hopeful eyes of the young man, Zhu Xingguo shook his head and said to Wang Wen with a solemn expression: "Master, the medicine stone has no soul, and the people who are in pieces are falling down like a door, and they can't control it."

The young emperor's eyes dimmed again.

Cheng Queyi has only entered the tower for a short time, and she still has the soft heart and sentimentality of a woman, and her eyes are red and she tells what she has seen and heard.

she says.

In order to save more people, some doctors are so tired that they die of sudden death by decoction and diagnosis and treatment day and night.

Some patients saw that the plague was spreading more and more and there was no hope of being cured. They gathered many patients and moved out of the city to live in the surrounding villages. infect others.

Some state officials disperse all the crowds, alone time-consuming and laborious to move all the sick and dead bodies in the city to the deep pit dug outside the city and set it on fire. When the fire got too high, he looked back at the city wall, and jumped in, saving him. Can't help.

She couldn't speak any longer and covered her mouth with tears streaming down her face.

The young emperor turned livid, turned around and left.

Wang Wen called him: "What are you doing?"

The young man buried his head and said in a sullen voice: "After the famine, the disease has fallen, and the people have suffered for years. I want to do something for the people."

"Don't make a mess, what can you do? Don't look back and get more trouble!" Wang Wen frowned and told the truth.

The young man turned his head and his eyes were red: "I will go and urge the Imperial Physicians and Pharmaceuticals, they will not stop, I will not stop, I will go and add clothes and food to the people. If I don't have enough clothes, I will gather my robes and distribute all the ginseng and mushroom treasures in the palace to the patients. Continuing my life, I really can't do it. I will go to the temples and gates of the world to pray for the people, there is always something I can do!"

The more people around, the more shocked they became.

At the end, they squatted down, and in unison urged the emperor to take care of the dragon's body and not act impatiently.

In fact, Wang Wen's heart has long been touched by this world.

Hearing the impulsive words from the young man's blood, he couldn't help shouting, "Why did you go earlier? If you don't say anything else after the famine for many years, you can say that when you were a prince, the victims in front of your house were so hungry that they couldn't eat the soil. Seeing you so passionate! Why do you pretend to be dedicated to the people?"

The youth are silent.

The middle-aged Martial Saint next to him couldn't stand it.

Gently told Wang Wen what they had experienced.

Middle-aged people say that young people have always cared about the people.

It's a pity that they hid in Qiecheng to avoid suspicion.

She is short of food and clothing.

Even so, the young man who was still a prince at that time decided to share his food and porridge to save the people after seeing the miserable situation of the people.

However, the disaster was too severe and there were too many victims, and the people around the world who heard the news rushed over.

One family cannot feed a hundred families.

If it wasn't even for the guards to defend to the death, they might have died under the looting of the rioters.

Since then, he has never dared to openly and honestly release food to save the people. He only dared to occasionally throw some food into the houses of the people secretly at night.

It is no exaggeration to say that during their stay in Qiecheng, the number of people who died of starvation in the city was the smallest in the surrounding prefectures.

However, the official "Prince" said that it is not too small~www.novelbuddy.com~ It is obviously naive to want to support the entire city by oneself.

Gradually there is not enough food.

Zhezi, who asked for food from the palace, was always called back on the grounds of famine.

They had no choice but to send people to secretly withhold the food that the southern kingdom paid tribute, but after all, they could not supply the consumption of the entire city.

This caused the people to slowly disperse.

But every time the samples sent by the palace arrived, they would still find a way to distribute some of the relief to the victims.

Therefore, there are so many people stranded in Qiecheng.

People must have known for many years that there is famine everywhere, and it is the same wherever they flee. It is better to stay in Qiecheng. Maybe one day there will be "chivalrous men" who will secretly throw food into the house and hang half of them. Bad life.

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