Every Sip and Every Peck

The fact that Guan Yu's head was buried outside Luoyang is historically verifiable, as people throughout history have built temples there to worship him.

However, Yu Ji's body, let alone more than a thousand years ago, even when he had just died, it is said that his body disappeared in broad daylight.

The fact that Cao Family's men were able to find Yu Ji's corpse and cause trouble shows they've definitely put in a lot of effort.

"I'll send this message back to headquarters in a bit, and they can handle the negotiations with Jiangdong."

Huo Ming said, "The main person in charge of this matter is the Holy Maiden of the Five Rampancies Sect, who is also a distant niece of the Cao Family. This Holy Maiden played a crucial role in the initial connection between the Cao Family and the Five Rampancies Sect."

Yuanli didn't know exactly where this Holy Maiden was conducting her business, but since she wanted to curse Sun Feng'an, the eldest son of the Sun Family...

"Yu Ji's body and the altar used for the curse must have been placed within the same city as the Sun Family's residence."

That's the Sun Family's core territory; letting them mobilize their own manpower to investigate would definitely be the most effective approach.

Chu Tianshu asked curiously, "Your reputation in Jiangdong is quite good. What's the relationship between the Han Prefecture and the Sun Family brothers?"

"After all, there is a connection through blood ties. Strictly speaking, the governor and his men back then admired the old master of the Sun Family for their revolutionary cause, unlike the Cao Family, who initially aligned themselves with the Beiyang Army, opportunistically seizing the spoils."

Huo Ming held the bowl of porridge, pondered for a moment, and said, "Officially speaking, we fully support their work, and they have repeatedly voiced their support for our fight."

"However, power and position can be tempting."

"In the future, our Divine Land will eventually be unified. When that time comes, who will prevail? Whether it's the Han Prefecture or Jiangdong, there will be rivals among them, and war might break out..."

As Huo Ming finished speaking, his gaze shifted to Chu Tianshu, and he suddenly smiled.

"However, given our current momentum, if all goes well, a peaceful resolution is still very possible in the future."

The Han Prefecture had never expected to take over the territory in Western Henan so quickly.

Having thwarted two operations by the capital, the region in Western Henan is clearly showing signs of establishing a firm foothold.

Jiangdong was inherently determined to win.

But what if the Han Prefecture's influence were to spread right to their doorstep?

Unlike the conflict with the Cao Family, there was no fierce confrontation between the two sides on a moral high ground.

At that point, the chances of Jiangdong yielding will naturally skyrocket.

Chu Tianshu smiled knowingly, finished his porridge, and was about to get another bowl.

Suddenly, a loud chorus of sobs erupted from the hospital ward courtyard.

At first, it sounded like only a few people were wailing loudly, but later it became like dozens of people were crying together.

The cries were so heart-wrenching that they could probably be heard not only in the prison area, but also on the streets two or three blocks outside.

"What happened?"

Chu Tianshu took two steps and gracefully descended, landing in the courtyard.

In the courtyard, the broken jars and dregs of medicine from when the Plague God was slain in the middle of the night had not yet been cleaned up.

But the bitterness of the medicine dregs seemed far less intense than the anguish of the cries at that moment.

A dozen or so apprentice pharmacy workers also helped deliver the meals; some of them were still holding bowls of porridge, looking completely bewildered.

"We didn't do anything, we were just delivering porridge to them as usual. We saw someone who seemed to be crying, so we asked them a couple of questions."

"It would have been better not to ask, because once we did, the person's crying suddenly became much louder, and then everyone started crying."

The apprentice at the pharmacy exclaimed in panic, "This... this couldn't be some new, strange disease, could it? A contagious crying disease?"

Chu Tianshu recognized the crying as having strong voices. He looked around but found no signs of evil spirits.

"What kind of crying disorder is this?"

Chu Tianshu realized what he meant and said, "It seems their memories are starting to return."

Adults may not cry as much as children, but it depends on what's happening to them.

At its peak, Luoyang Prison housed several thousand people, but in the end, only these seventy-seven remained.

Their lives here are likely a nightmare, every day and night, every inch and every sound.

When the Plague God god possessed half of their bodies to refine evil poison, they were already in a state of delirium, like walking corpses, and thus knew neither fear nor sorrow.

Now that memories and emotions are gradually returning, there will naturally be an outpouring of emotion.

"It's a good thing to cry it out; otherwise, it would be even more unbearable to hold it in."

Chu Tianshu said it was a good thing, but hearing the crying, he lost his appetite and put the bowl aside.

Huo Ming had just followed when he heard Chu Tianshu speak.

"Little Huo, now that you've taken over the work so well, Liu Xueya, you can die now, right?"

Although his tone was calm, the murderous intent he exuded had been brewing for a long time.

Huo Ming pondered for a moment and said, "If you want to take action, the next two days will suffice."

Chu Tianshu looked at the patients. "I want to take them along to see the patients, and even let them do the treatment themselves."

Huo Ming, however, looked hesitant.

"I checked the prison records of these 77 survivors. Although some of them were arrested for protesting in the streets, they never had the chance to see Liu Xueya."

"They probably don't have a deep understanding of the fact that their pain stems from the Liu Xueya incident."

"Even if you suddenly lead them to kill, they might not experience the ease of revenge."

Chu Tianshu fell silent for a moment.

That's right, the most important thing for these patients right now is to rest.

Huo Ming advised, "On the contrary, this prison itself holds too many painful memories for them. Now, instead of worrying about infection, let's transfer them out as soon as possible."

Chu Tianshu took a deep breath.

"That makes sense. Little Huo, you have so much work experience."

Chu Tianshu's gaze shifted, landing on the dregs of medicine on the ground.

Even if Chinese medicinal herbs undergo rigorous processing, their medicinal properties may not be fully realized.

The piles of dregs at the base of the wall still contain a considerable amount of medicinal properties, but continuing to use them would be counterproductive, so they were discarded.

However, Chu Tianshu, having recently gained the power of the Nanhua True Interpretation, naturally viewed these medicinal dregs differently.

"Nanhua!"

He stretched out his hand, his five fingers spread wide, vaguely covering the area at the base of the wall.

The fragments of the earthenware pot trembled slightly, and numerous brownish-red and a few green specks of light floated out from the dregs of medicine.

The dregs of the medicine dried and weathered rapidly, turning into dust.

Chu Tianshu guided the points of light with one hand, took a step in the air, and flew onto the roof.

Within minutes, he arrived at the place where Liu Xueya was being held under house arrest.

It was still in Liu Xueya's Marshal's Mansion.

Aside from the presence of underground organizations and Chenjiagou people guarding the entrance, the area is tranquil, with spacious houses, ornate carvings, and a truly pleasant lifestyle.

The guards had just seen Chu Tianshu land in the courtyard when they felt a strong gust of air force burst open the door.

Liu Xueya was pacing restlessly in her room when she suddenly looked up and saw this scene, and was so shocked that she backed away.

"I... I've cooperated with you in everything. My more than 10,000 acres of fertile land, over 680 houses, money exchange, pawnshop, and mill."

"I've given you all my soldiers, gold, and silver treasures, just spare my life!"

Liu Xueya leaned against the bookshelf, saying miserably, "This is all the life I have left."

Chu Tianshu stepped into the room, clutching a ball of light in his right hand.

"It sounds like Commander Liu has indeed suffered a terrible, horrific fate."

Chu Tianshu's lips twitched slightly. "Don't worry," he said. "Look, I haven't even drawn my sword. Obviously, I'm not planning to chop you into hundreds of pieces like your master did."

Liu Xueya asked with surprise and doubt, "Then you..."

"It's just a bowl of medicine for you."

Chu Tianshu waved his hand, and the ball of light shot into Liu Xueya's body as fast as a gun.

Liu Xueya's expression changed instantly, and she covered her throat with both hands.

The light pierced his chest, but he only felt a terrible bitter taste rising from his throat to the top of his head.

If the bitterness had actually rushed out from the top of the head, that would have been fine, but just as it reached the top of the head, it was swept back up.

BOOM!!

Liu Xueya knelt on the ground, banging her head against the floor, her hand covering her throat.

He looked extremely nauseous, but couldn't even make a retching sound.

When that bitter taste hit his body, it felt like it had completely drained him.

An empty shell can't possibly produce anything.

As the saying goes, every medicine has some degree of toxicity. The dregs of medicine contain many medicinal materials that have undergone special formulation and decoction to bring out the beneficial effects and retain the harmful side as much as possible.

Moreover, Chu Tianshu's medicine was derived from the Nanhua True Interpretation, which extracted all the medicinal properties from the dregs.

This medicinal power, once delivered, had become a strange poison.

Even a body long modified by the aura of the Plague God cannot withstand the myriad reactions caused by this strange poison.

Liu Xueya's body quickly broke out in a large number of red rashes. She rolled to the ground, her eyes turned white, and her lips turned purple. Just now, when she was covering her throat, she suddenly started covering her lower abdomen.

The ten fingernails on those hands were turning blue at an almost visible rate.

The guards at the gate were stunned.

Especially the people from Chenjiagou, who had witnessed Liu Xueya's kung fu before, never imagined that such torturous methods existed in the world, which even such masters could not withstand.

In fact, the number of reactions Liu Xueya is experiencing now only reflects the number of severe illnesses that the seventy-seven patients had back then.

Because of excessive internal heat, it is necessary to reduce the heat and clear away the fire; because of pus oozing from the skin, it is necessary to reduce inflammation and relieve pain; because the soul is invaded by evil spirits, causing sleepless nights, it may even be necessary to add a little cinnabar...

These medications are needed because they all have corresponding illnesses.

Therefore, Chu Tianshu extracted these medicinal properties and applied them to Liu Xueya.

Every drink and every bite, is preordained.

There are countless medicines in the world, but they can save the body but not the mind.

The only true remedy that can serve as a warning to the world is retribution, which must be acted upon by human beings.

"Your constitution is indeed quite good; you haven't died yet. Well then, enjoy yourself here."

Chu Tianshu stared coldly for a few seconds, his anger subsiding. He turned and left, his sleeves billowing, a gust of wind slamming the door shut.

This Liu Xueya was a waste of resources, and that resource has already been used up. Judging from his appearance, he doesn't seem like someone who could become Evil Spirit after death.

But his master hasn't finished using it yet.

Chu Tianshu summoned his token.

[Zhongping Plague God (Rainbow Half-Body):]

The world is a great prison; all beings are impure, their bodies and minds are impure, and they suffer from the seven turbidities, from which there is nowhere to escape.

Characteristics: First, the Ghost God Pressure can communicate with the instinctive fears of ordinary living beings, possessing and intimidating them with ease.

Second, the Seven Turbidities Combined Refinement. The Qi of the Seven Turbidities are infused into the sacrificial offerings to create an evil poison that undergoes countless transformations and metamorphosis, becoming increasingly potent with each refinement.

Besides the Plague God, there's also the Hundred-Year-Old Fire Ghost, the Gold-Swallowing Beast Face...

Chu Tianshu checked the potential of the Nine-Nine Tribulation Ash Sword Manual, selected the characteristics of the Plague God's half-body, and used these Evil Spirit to further optimize it after combining them in his training.

(End of this chapter)