Ancient holy beasts in the wealthy

With the spread of the epidemic, the government and the military began to intervene, and all sectors of society also participated in the battle.

The country got the news and immediately dispatched several research teams.Relief supplies and volunteers poured into Qingyun City from all over the country.

However, before the experts could figure out anything, the epidemic was brought under control.

Panel of Experts: "...??"

On the way to fight the disaster, Yan and Quanshan once again entered the eyes of the public and gained a wave of fans from passers-by.

Nearly half of these disaster relief materials were provided by Yan.

And because of this epidemic, the health-enhancing water became famous and even became popular.

It is not that medicine does not require special approval, it is just expensive mineral water, but it has become a life-saving straw for countless people.

No matter how serious the disease is, even if they are on the verge of death, as long as they drink the spring mountain water, all the people will recover.

The miraculous water instantly saved Qingyun City and spread outward at an extremely fast speed.

This epidemic made people realize that springs and mountains are good, but water can save lives.

Those who couldn't buy Quanshan water for a while rushed to Quanshan, and then got the shocking news that almost exploded them.

——No one who lives in Quanshan gets sick.

When the epidemic devastated Qingyun City, Quanshan stood alone like a paradise, and the people here lived and worked in peace and contentment.

Qian Panpan was confused when he received the call from Qi Yuan: "You mean the water saved our roommate?"

【right!Amazing!You are right, Quanshan is indeed a good place, and the water is indeed good for strengthening the body! 】

Qi Yuan witnessed the miracle with his own eyes, and became a fan of Quanshan after being shocked.

Her string of compliments overflowed, making Qian Panpan's head swell.

[If it wasn't for me being locked up in school right now, I would have moved my luggage to Quanshan immediately!My god my god...]

【Panpan!Hurry up and buy more water, no matter how expensive it is, you must buy it!I will give you all my savings to help me buy it! 】

[Must buy!Hey, is Quanshan recruiting recently? Help me find out! 】

The corner of Qian Panpan's mouth twitched: "..."

Is this still her calm friend?It's not because of some pyramid scheme that messed up the brain.

People from different occupations in different places in Qingyun City were discussing Quanshan at the same time.

The experts didn't know why, so they took a sample to check, and it turned out that it was ordinary water.

If you want to say it is different, it is probably very pure.But what is puzzling is this ordinary water, how can anyone drink it?

Quanshan was originally mysterious, but it was suddenly covered with a layer of holy light, and people frantically publicized the holy water of Quanshan.

It is said that Quanshan became a place favored by the gods.

The materials were placed on Minister Wen's desk, and he twitched the corners of his mouth. This must be too much trouble.

As a last resort, we can only use the power of the state to suppress this upsurge of pilgrimage.

But even if the public opinion was controlled, Quanshan's reputation was spread further and further in private, and everything Quanshan sold became a favorite.

Baby Pixiu looked at the rising trend of Qiantu, and rubbed his forehead with heartache: "Oh, the supply is in short supply."

Even if Quanshan has been expanding, it still cannot satisfy the increasingly large consumer groups.

Especially after the epidemic, Quanshanshui became one of the best-selling products, and was sold out as soon as it was put on the shelves.

Many chain merchants consulted by telephone, hoping to obtain the right to sell.

However... there are too few people in Quanshan, and their own supermarkets can't supply them in time, so they can't promise at all.

Baby Pixiu was in a state of desperation, Zhang Shaodong didn't give in, "Recruitment! Must be recruited!"

He grabbed the fallen handfuls of hair and almost became a spinning top.

Baby Pixiu slumped on the sofa: "I think we should build a mineral water plant, our small workshop won't work."

Xin Zhu raised her eyebrows: "Well, Xiao Lu is the factory manager."

The pastor who was suddenly promoted put down his bottles and jars: "..."

Is this a second job?

Zhang Shaodong: "..." No, please don't develop new projects.

Qinglong walked in with a strange look on his face.

Xin Zhu was puzzled.

Qinglong struggled for a few seconds and said: "We found that person, the situation is probably different from what we imagined..."

Xin Zhu blinked in puzzlement, raised her chin: walking.

After walking for a few seconds, I saw a man in ragged clothes squatting at the door.

He was unshaven and disheveled, and when he saw someone hurriedly stood up, he limped over with a peeled wooden stick.

Xin Zhu: "..."

The painting style is slightly familiar.

Baby Pixiu blinked, "Hey, is the homeless style popular recently?"

A man in a vest came over, and when he saw the cripple, his eyes lit up: "Hey you... you're here..."

The man in the little vest was very handsome, with a braid on the back of his head.

He was carrying an easel, and in his hands were colorful palettes and pens, and the brush holder was dangling back and forth by him.

He is a tramp who was strangled by someone and still became a cultivator painting murals.

It is also the culprit who made Mr. Yan turn into lemon essence.

Xin Zhu looked up and down the painter in surprise, he looked like a human.

The crippled man coughed lightly, frowned, stared at the painter for a long time, still in a daze: "You are?"

"I'm a sleeping friend, it's me... Let's squat together, under the bridge..." The painter's voice was hoarse, but it was much better than when he just opened it.

The crippled man was startled, and said in astonishment: "Are you so good-looking? Has your throat been healed?"

The painter smiled: "Well, boss, cure..."

The crippled man was stunned for a moment, sincerely happy for him, lowered his eyes and said in a low voice, "Congratulations, you will have a better life in the future."

He avoided the painter's hand, with a faint blessing on the corner of his mouth, his whole person still looked decadent and desolate.

Qinglong twitched the corner of his mouth, and said to Xin Zhu: "Yes, this is the culprit who caused all this."

Xin Zhu: "..."

The system suddenly slapped his forehead: "Hey, I remembered!"

"In the middle of the novel, there was an epidemic that spread across the country. Xiao Shou was recruited, and Xiao Gong entered in order to take care of him regardless of other people's opposition..."

As the host grinned, the system's voice became smaller and smaller, and finally almost disappeared.

Xin Zhu raised her eyebrows: "Continue."

The system wanted to cry, "..." Uh, it didn't dare.

The system immediately changed direction: "The epidemic in the novel is a bit later than the reality, and it also came a bit faster."

With a sound of "En", Xin Zhu raised one eyebrow, signaling it not to stop.

System: "Yan's didn't distribute materials widely, but he supported vaccine research, and finally made a lot of money."

During this epidemic, Yan opened up the world's blockade of Yanhuang Kingdom's medical field, and the relationship between Gong and Shou also made progress.

Xiao Shou was on the verge of death, and Xiao Gong almost collapsed.

This plot in the novel made Xiao Gong realize that he fell in love with Xiao Shou.

This is all the content of the original book, but now the novel is a novel, and reality is reality, Mr. Yan misses his wife every day.

The system is slowly thinking about why this plague came early and ended smoothly.

Its eyes unconsciously cast on the painter.

The painter scratched his hair, not daring to get close to Yan Youjiu, "My friend...he is fine..."

The crippled man's eyes were burning, and there was a smile of inferiority but satisfaction at the corner of his mouth.

He looked straight at Xin Zhu, his voice was hoarse but clear: "Thank you for taking care of Xiaohua, he is a very talented person."

Xin Zhu hooked her lips and said happily: "You're welcome, come with me."

Standing at the door and asking people to watch is not good, and what they are talking about should be a relatively mysterious world.

The cripple walked up with a limp, the painter hurriedly stepped forward to help him, he waved his hand: "No, I can walk by myself, don't stain your clothes."

His status does not allow others to approach, he does not want to make Xiao Hua sick.

Sitting on the sofa, Xin Zhu looked at the lame man, who was surrounded by a fierce wind full of evil spirit.

Is it this anger?

Xin Zhu threw an apple over: "Tell me?"

Caught the apple in a daze, the lame man looked at Xin Zhu in surprise: "You?"

Xin Zhu watched the apple wither with burning eyes, rubbing his chin with interest.

Eh, that's pretty good.

The lame man lowered his head to stare at the blackened apple, and slowly pursed his mouth.

The painter worried about him and patted him on the shoulder.

The lame man shook his head, squeezed out a faint smile, and said, "I'm fine, don't worry about me."

"I am Yu Qiang, the God of Plague. You must have already guessed it, right?"

Xin Zhu let out a "hmm".

Yu Qiang sighed softly: "I am also the god of wind and water at the same time."

But it's a pity that after he woke up, Li Feng couldn't hold back his body, so he released a little bit.

If it were placed thousands of years ago, this would be enough to cause a huge plague, and it would also change a country.

But now people have developed antibiotics that have the ability to fight it.

Yu Qiang smiled relievedly: "This is very good. I like the vibrant world very much, and it is very good now."

The God of Plague is not popular, he has never been enshrined, and there is no altar.

When he woke up, the painter was his only friend.

Fortunately, he did not infect the painter.

Baby Pixiu rubbed his chin and muttered in a low voice: "The god of wind, the god of water, and the god of plague..."

Yu Qiang is not well-known but has two transformation abilities. When he is the god of wind, he turns into a bird, and when he is the god of water, he turns into a fish.

Baby Pixiu rolled his eyes and had an idea.

He stared at Yu Qiang for a while, and said: "The various medicines in modern society are already very advanced, and the God of Plague is outdated."

Yu Qiang: "..."

Yu Qiang really felt that his strength had been weakened a lot, but he didn't care too much.

Xin Zhu blinked and looked down at Baby Pixiu.

Baby Pixiu's black pupils are as black as two obsidian stones: "Boss! I think this Lord Fengshen has a destiny with our Spring Mountain."

Xin Zhu liked what Pai Xiu said, and glanced at Feng Shen Yu Qiang with great interest.

"His two transformations are awesome, we should have a magic table, Fengshen can transform into a living person!"

Thinking about it this way, their humanoid circus basically took shape.

Bi Fang breathes fire, ice-type slime transforms into ice-type magic, and Fengshen transforms. Thinking about it will be very attractive.

Fengshen Yuqiang: "..."

Yu Qiang looked blank: "???"

Baby Pixiu leaned into his ear: "Also, Fengshen, if we get hot, he can blow the wind."

Then ask ice-type slimes to spit ice, how much can they save on the electricity bill of turning on the air conditioner?

Xin Zhu was moved by the words, and looked sideways at Yu Qiang.

Taking a deep breath, Baby Pixiu said, "And he is a god of plague. Our laboratory is short of people."

Such a person who is not only a source of virus but also a great power in the virus world, would be reckless if he didn't come to study medicine!

People say that the original soup turns into the original food, and the virus can study itself, which must be very convenient.

Their pharmaceutical industry can't just have two professors, it has to be carried forward.

Xin Zhu nodded: "It makes sense."

Yu Qiang was a little dazed: "..." No, he just secretly glanced at his best friend, how did it become like this?

"No." His face sank and he stood up: "I won't stay, I will bring the plague."

Instead of making these people hate him, it is better for him to leave first.

It's good for each other.

Xin Zhu raised her eyebrows: "No one in Quanshan gets sick, have you ever drank the water from Quanshan?"

Yu Qiang was stunned for a moment, he had heard about it recently, but he didn't think it would be able to resist his severe wind.

"How do you know if you don't try?" Xin Zhu sneered.

Since you are afraid of contagion, you shouldn't come, but since you come and get caught by Quanshan, don't even think about leaving.

Yu Qiang was very unhappy: "Whether you try or not, the result will not be good."

"We...didn't we agree to share weal and woe together...under the sky...bridge and we...we share weal and woe, now..."

The painter was a little hurt, and held back for a long time before uttering a word.

Being embarrassed by what the painter said, Yu Qiang couldn't resist the other party's soft-spoken pleading, and silently resisted.

Baby Pixiu said: "Put you in an airtight laboratory, it's safer than outside."

Yu Qiang: "..." It makes sense.

It just feels weird.

Baby Pixiu snorted: "Lord Plague God, please stay. We at Quanshan are not afraid of you causing trouble, but we are afraid of your incapacity."

Didn't watch Rabbit Ears get into trouble every day, Tao Tie often steals food and lives well.

Never mind a black cat or a white cat, a cat that catches mice is a good cat.

Having already talked about this, Yu Qiang glanced at the painter and nodded sadly.

"Then I will only stay for one month, and I will leave after one month." He hesitated for a long time, reluctantly making the request.

It only takes one month, one month, they will know how troublesome their identity is, and they will definitely not keep him as they are today.

Baby Pixiu grinned happily: "No problem, then hurry up and change into work clothes."

Yu Qiang: "..."

Don't you Quanshan give people a stage of adaptation?

Qinglong silently lit a candle for him, based on his knowledge, if he joined Quanshan, he would never be able to leave.

The happiest one was the painter, who gave Yu Qiang a loving hug.

The painter said: "I'm so happy that we can still be together."

Because he was so happy, he even spoke coherently: "I am... a double room, we... can live together..."

"Uh, um." Yu Qiang coughed uncomfortably, and his best friend looked good after cleaning.

This is called dirty. He is very uncomfortable and always feels like filth.

Yu Qiang said in a low voice: "Let go first, I'm quite dirty."

"It's okay, I don't care... let's go, let's go!" The painter picked up the drawing board: "The money for the mural...hasn't...been distributed to you..."

It was Yu Qiang who helped him to come here to paint murals, and Yu Qiang gave him his only good clothes.

In his most difficult time, it was Yu Qiang who saved him.

The system stared at the unusual atmosphere of the two, and suddenly realized after thinking for a long time.

Perhaps the full-scale outbreak of the plague in the original book has something to do with the painter. He was not in good health before he came here.

He can temporarily resist the virus invasion, but he will definitely be infected with germs for a long time, or he will be found by vicious people.

In short, in the corners that are not described in the novel, it is very likely that he died.

Yu Qiang will be in great pain whether he died of illness or homicide, so the epidemic came very quickly.

The system thinks that the painter was most likely killed by vicious people.

After all, Yu Qiang's personality is quite gentle, and it should be an accident that he could completely lose control.

Fortunately, the reality did not turn out to be like this.

The painter's strangle marks are erased by the host, and he has the right to speak, and can accept his place and new life and expectations.

Yu Qiang...he was also discovered by Quanshan and became an exploited labor force.

The system really didn't know whether to cry or laugh.

It never expected that Quanshan, the host's home, was no longer satisfied with demons and ghosts, and began to stretch out his claws to God.

"Is your wind the source of the plague?" Xin Zhu pointed.

The gluttonous baby drooled early: "Can I eat it? It smells a bit like Orleans."

Yu Qiang: "..."

Yu Qiang nodded: "Yes, so you'd better not approach me."

Xin Zhu grinned and spit out a flame.The flame turned into a fire dragon and rushed towards Yu Qiang with its teeth and claws.

Yu Qiang's pupils shrank suddenly, and he took a few steps back suddenly: "This!"

"Who is more dangerous?" Xin Zhu raised her eyebrows.

Yu Qiang: "..."

Xin Zhu pointed to the pastor: "Xiao Lu, try to purify it."

The pastor nodded in agreement, and a white light suddenly appeared.

Yu Qiang: "...?!" Huh?Where is my wind? !

One-third of his Lifeng was swallowed.

The pastor put away his hands and said in shame, "Sorry boss, I'm still a demigod..."

"It's okay, not bad." Xin Zhu waved his hand.

Yu Qiang: "..."