Returning from the 900th floor

What Wang Min sensed through energy was correct.

Not long after the suppression of the oath disappeared, the plague recurred again as expected.

And there is an unstoppable trend of starting a prairie fire.

The essence of suppression is to eliminate the vitality of germs as much as possible with the minimum cost.

This approach is much less expensive than directly producing antibiotics or immunity in the human body out of thin air, let alone forcibly killing germs.

If the price is small enough, millions of dollars will be possible.

But this is just treating the symptoms rather than the root cause.

The sleeping germs just spread less aggressively and do not disappear.

Once the suppression is over, the germs will reawaken.

Just like now.

Neighboring state capitals have asked the imperial city for help, and the situation can already be described as grim.

The young man panicked and looked helplessly at Wang Wen.

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

He pursed his lips and nodded.

Swear with entries that are not yet perfect.

Without turning on [Unity of Heaven and Man], the energy in the body rumbled out, fulfilling the oath even faster than [Unity of Heaven and Man].

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

Without a conversion link, the speed will naturally be faster.

He tried to use the smallest amount of energy to destroy the key breeding points inside various plague germs.

Try to solve the root cause of the spread of the plague.

Seeing that the energy has been dropping from 8000% to 1000%, the overall progress of the aircraft has barely improved at a negative rate.

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

Rather, it is the lethality of the existing disease.

Wang Min then vowed to use the smallest amount of energy to destroy the key points within the plague germ that depended on its survival.

Trying to play word games on curves to eliminate germs.

As a result, Scepter didn't joke with him at all.

Through energy perception, Wang Wei found that almost one percent of the energy can complete the attack on the germs in a person's body.

It's not much different from the cost of raising the dead.

Burning 500% of the energy, only treating a few hundred people, this kind of efficiency is really insignificant when compared to the scale of millions.

He stopped swearing.

I feel that the energy that destroyed the reproduction of germs in the previous oath is dissipating in batches.

Energy does not dissipate into thin air.

Unless Wang Wei takes the initiative to evacuate, or the target object disappears or dies.

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

Unless its host is dead.

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

The level progress has increased from the previous minus 7,000 to over minus 8,000.

This means that the number of deaths in the short period of time when the plague recurred has reached tens of thousands.

Wang Min pursed her lips and frowned.

He silently shook his head at the expectant young man.

The young man's face instantly turned pale.

The crowd around them 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 that were struggling and dying under the plague.

Thinking in his mind that the immortal believers he had just promised to protect were now dying one by one, he couldn't help but sigh in silence.

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

He could only watch everything happen, unable to stop it.

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

I think of the fragile and helpless lives under the epidemic but I am helpless.

Most of the people present had red eyes.

A round ball made of plants flew quickly from the horizon.

It fell steadily to Wang Wen's side and opened, and Zhu Xingguo and others walked out.

Seeing the hopeful look in the young man's eyes, Zhu Xingguo shook his head and said to Wang Wei with a solemn expression: Master, the medicine and stone are ineffective. Thousands of people fell straight like door panels. They couldn't control themselves.

The young emperor's eyes dimmed again.

Cheng Queyi had only been in the tower for a short time, and she still had the tenderness and sentimentality of a woman. She whispered what she saw and heard with red eyes.

she says.

In order to save more people, a doctor worked around the clock to prepare medicines, diagnose and treat people and died suddenly from exhaustion.

Some patients saw that the plague was spreading more and more and there was no hope of treatment. They gathered many patients and moved out of the city to live in surrounding villages. They sealed the entrances and exits and refused to open the doors no matter how outsiders shouted and smashed them. They would rather wait to die than let the plague escape from them. Infected to other people.

A state government official dispersed all the crowds, and spent a lot of time and effort alone to move all the corpses of those who died of illness in the city to deep pits dug outside the city and set them on fire. When the fire got too high, he looked back at the city wall and jumped in to save his life. There was no time to save him.

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

The young emperor got on his horse and turned away with a livid face.

Wang Wen called him: What are you doing?

The young man lowered his head and said in a low voice: After the famine, the disease came again, and the people suffered for years. I want to do something for the people.

Don't add to the chaos, okay? What can you do? Don't turn around and get into more trouble yourself! Wang Min frowned and told the truth.

The young man turned back, his eyes red: I went to urge the imperial doctors to make medicines and they would not stop, and I would not stop either. If the cloth was not enough, I would use my clothes to make up for the people. I would go and distribute all the ginseng and antler treasures in the palace to the patients. If I really can’t survive, I will visit the gates of temples all over the world to pray for the people. There is always something I can do!”

The people around me became more and more frightened as they listened.

In the end, they all lay down together, admonishing the emperor to take care of his dragon body and not to act out of anger.

Wang Min's heart has actually been touched by this world.

At this moment, hearing the young man's impulsive words, he couldn't help but yelled: Why did you go there earlier? There has been a famine for many years. If you don't say anything else, you just said that when you were the prince, the victims in front of your house were so hungry that they couldn't even eat dirt. See how passionate you are! Why do you pretend to be so devoted to the people?

The young man was silent.

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

They softly told Wang Wen what they had experienced.

The middle-aged man said that young people always care about the people.

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

He himself was short of food and clothing.

Despite this, the young man who was still a prince at the time decided to use his own food to give porridge to save people after seeing the plight of the people.

However, the disaster was too severe and there were too many victims, and people from the surrounding area came in droves after hearing the news.

One family cannot feed hundreds of families.

Even if it weren't for the personal guards who defended them to the death, they might have died under the looting of the mob.

From then on, they no longer dared to openly release grain to save the people. They only dared to secretly throw some grain into people's houses at night.

It is no exaggeration to say that during the time they stayed in Qicheng, the number of people who died of hunger in the city was the smallest among the surrounding prefectures.

However, the official title of Prince does not matter whether it is a small matter or a novel.

It is obviously naive to want to support the entire city by oneself.

Gradually there was not enough food stored.

The requests for food from the palace were always rejected on the grounds of famine.

They had no choice but to send people to secretly intercept the tribute food from the southern country, but in the end they could not supply the consumption of the entire city.

This caused the people to slowly disperse.

But every time the portions sent by the palace arrive, they will still find ways to distribute some to relieve the victims.

That's why there are so many people stranded in Qie City.

People must have known for many years that there is famine everywhere, and it will be the same no matter where they flee. It is better to stay in Qicheng. Maybe one day there will be chivalrous men secretly throwing grain into the house and hanging half of it. Bad life.