my luck is on

Unfortunately, no matter what Lu Yang said, everyone still continued to worship there.

Lu Yang pushed open the tent door and said loudly, "The people inside are no longer sick, so there is no need to guard them anymore!"

"what?!"

The dumbfounded two guards glanced curiously into the tent.

The dead air on everyone's faces was gone, and even the air was much fresher.

Looking at the recovered people, the two guards stood aside.

After hesitating for a moment, the two retreated quietly and went straight to the commander's barracks.

"The gods have come! The gods have come!"

The commander put down the file in his hand, and angrily said: "There is so much noise in the barracks, what a shame!"

Seeing the angry coach, the two of them realized how ridiculous their behavior was just now, and quickly lowered their heads and said, "Report to the general, all the patients in Camp A have recovered."

"Oh?"

The coach said in amazement: "Take me to see!"

After speaking, he got up.

Not long after, facing the recovered people, the coach gasped.

"Where is the fairy?"

"Where is benefactor?"

"Has the Living Bodhisattva returned to the West?"

The exclamations one after another made the coach frowned and shouted angrily, "Quiet!"

The crowd suddenly fell silent and only communicated with each other with their eyes.

"Tell me what's going on here?"

The coach stared at a boy, who was frightened and took half a step back.

"A god gave me a potion to drink, and my body recovered after drinking it."

The boy burst into tears.

The aura of long-time fighting and mighty power on the coach made the boy unable to breathe.

Looking at the teardrops around the boy's eyes, the coach relaxed his eyes and said, "Have a good rest."

Shaking off the cloak, the commander walked outside the camp. Just as he was waving to recruit people, a group of soldiers walked up to the commander.

"Report to the commander, the people in camps B, C and D have recovered and are now requesting to leave the camp."

The coach trembled slightly: "Has anyone seen the treatment?"

Everyone nodded and said: "The other party asked us where Xiangliang City is, and then left."

"Leave? He's gone!"

The coach roared angrily, "The poison mist prescription is in his hands, so you just let him go?"

Everyone looked at each other, not knowing how to answer.

After a while, a person whispered: "That man is weird, we can't stop him."

Looking at the fire in the center of the city, and the scorched smoke covering the entire sky, Lu Yang finally understood why the worry in his heart was.

Some people are collecting grievances, and for this purpose, they are willing to kill people to accumulate grievances and do things that are harmful to nature and reason.

Lu Yang walked on the street, the doors and windows of every house were closed, and there was a small temple in front of him, the door was crumbling, the incense burner had been pushed to the ground, and even the statue had a hand cut off.

Walking forward slowly, Lu Yang put back his broken hand and pinched a formula in his hand. The water vapor quickly condensed into ice and repaired the statue.

Lu Yang bent over to burn incense sincerely, and drew a lottery from the lottery tube under the altar.

"Looking at you, you don't look like an ordinary doctor, who is so leisurely and meddling?"

A majesty and arrogance were mixed in the voice.

Lu Yang raised his head, looked between the beams and pillars of the roof, and said, "If I let go, even if God forgives me, I won't be able to tolerate myself."

A black shadow slipped from between the beams and pillars, it was an old man covered in pitch black.

The old man's nose was constantly twitching, and he looked old-fashioned, but the light in his eyes kept floating in the depths of his eyes.

"hypocritical!"

Lu Yang said lightly: "Senior turned into a human body, but despises humans, isn't it more ridiculous?"

He was obviously several feet away, but with a flick of the old man's hand, Lu Yang was immediately sent flying.

"That's right, I despise human beings. If I have something to ask God, if I have nothing to do, I will smash the temple. Human beings are like this, so I hate them!"

Lu Yang sniffed the remaining breath on his face, a thin sandalwood scent lingered on his face.

Lu Yang patted the dust on his body, and said respectfully: "It seems that this junior has misunderstood senior, if there is any offense, please forgive me."

The old man snorted coldly, waved his hand, and the temple door was closed.

"Ignorant boy, you didn't offend me, you offended the God of Plague, do you want to keep the whole body?"

Lu Yang frowned, and asked suspiciously, "Plague God?"

"You don't even know this, so you come here to seek death?"

Looking at the puzzled Lu Yang, the old man sneered and said, "Plague gods are the souls of those who suffered great injustice and were transformed by the blessing of fate. The current poisonous fog can be said to be a natural disaster or a man-made disaster."

Lu Yang looked at the old man in surprise, and said, "Blessed by fate, but resentment?"

The old man said: "The grievances have long been snatched away by other youngsters. Anyway, the God of Plague doesn't need resentment. Of course, it's cheaper for those youngsters."

Lu Yang's expression was heavy, looking at Juling Guiyuan Pill in his arms, he turned around and was about to leave.

The old man sneered and said, "Even so, you still want to interfere? If you offend the plague envoy, no matter how many miraculous medicines you have in your hand, you won't be able to save yourself."

Lu Yang said without turning his head: "Thank you senior, but the way is to know what to do."

Looking at Lu Yang's figure, the old man sighed, grabbed a handful of ashes from the incense burner, and threw them in Lu Yang's direction.

I saw the furnace ash floating around Lu Yang like a cloud of dust.

"Because of destiny, this old man can only help you so far, and the rest is up to you."

Lu Yang nodded, and with a thought, the Liangyi scroll in the dantian immediately turned into an anti-liangyi formation, and the figure disappeared in front of the old man.

The old man showed surprise in his eyes, then a smile faded away, and his figure gradually disappeared.

Walking to the lifeless street, Lu Yang bowed his head in thought, even the God of Plague would not let the whole city suffer from the poisonous smog.

There must be something that is used as a medium for the spell.

At this moment, the void on Lu Yang's waist began to shake again.

Lu Yang could smell a sour and rotten smell in the air.

Turning around, he saw a phantom full of maggots flashing past his eyes.

When Lu Yang smelled the stench, he felt dizzy.

"God of Plague!"

Lu Yang's face changed drastically, and cold sweat broke out on his back.

The God of Plague is a creature that looks like a man but is not like a man. The skin is not complete, and the scalp has long been gone.

Looking carefully, there are only half of the ten fingers left, maggots are constantly burrowing in the wound, and the evil spirit and resentment all over the city are gathered on the God of Plague.

The grass on the cracks between the stone slabs turned yellow and black in a blink of an eye.

Lu Yang held his breath and took two steps back.

The God of Plague didn't notice Lu Yang who was standing next to him, and kept muttering, "Officer dog... pay for your life."

No, it is absolutely impossible to beat him.

"This is the blessing of fate, isn't it?"

Thinking of the old man's sneer, Lu Yang finally realized that he was too overwhelmed.

Even though it's only a half priesthood, under the blessing of fate, the evil spirit and resentment make people completely unable to get close.