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As Mo Xier walked along the road, the air was filled with the angry curses and wails of the common people. Some emotionally charged individuals rushed forward to grab her sleeves, hoping she could save them.
Even those with hardened hearts were shocked by the scene before them. Due to the Reflection of Hell, no one dared to eat any food; much of what was in the homes of the people seemed like poison, and no one dared to touch it.
Her brows furrowed tightly, and her heart surged like turbulent waves. If this situation continued, they would either die from illness or starvation. Realizing this, Mo Xier dared not delay for a moment longer and quickened her pace toward the nearest clinic.
However, a large crowd of people had gathered in front of the clinic. They could only push their way inside, where the atmosphere was despondent. Only an elderly man with graying hair stood there, sweat beading on his forehead and his face pale; he must have had no rest for days.
Mo Xier stepped forward and respectfully said, "Doctor, you should go rest for a while; leave this to me!"
The old man slowly raised his head, looking at the beautiful young woman before him with surprise, then sighed, "How can I rest in such a scene?"
Having practiced medicine for a lifetime, he felt utterly helpless against the terrifying Reflection of Hell. The thought made him feel embarrassed; all he could do now was do his best to stabilize the patients' conditions. How could he find peace to rest?
"You look like you haven't had proper rest for several days. Your complexion is poor. This Reflection of Hell cannot be cured in a short time. You should go rest for a while and then come out to help me," Mo Xier urged when he refused.
There were hardly any healthy people left in the city, especially doctors who were even rarer. This was an urgent time; they could not afford to lose another doctor to the Reflection of Hell. She still needed their help.
Although she could completely control the Reflection of Hell, patients were still in a weakened state and needed proper care. Otherwise, if they were infected again, it would likely become uncontrollable.
"This..." The doctor looked at Mo Xier with suspicion and then glanced around at the crowded room before finally shaking his head.
Mo Xier's expression turned serious as she looked at him. "Stop hesitating. I know medicine; I can control the Reflection of Hell. You need to rest so you can help me treat the patients' subsequent symptoms."
"Can you really?" The doctor asked incredulously. It wasn't that he underestimated Mo Xier; he just had never seen such a young woman capable of medicine and able to treat the Reflection of Hell—something he had been unable to do in his entire career.
Before Mo Xier could respond, Zhuque grew impatient, furrowing her brows and saying sternly, "Our lady has asked you to rest; just go! Why are there so many questions? She is going to be the future General's Wife."
Instantly, three black lines appeared on Mo Xier's forehead as she helplessly glanced at Zhuque and couldn't help but raise her hand to her forehead: couldn't you be a little more low-key?
When the doctor saw Zhuque's appearance, he dared not say anything further. After all, she was the future General's Wife, and surely she would not want to see the common people suffer. Since she claimed to have medical skills, he refrained from speaking more, especially since he had not had a proper rest for several days. He could only sleep for two hours at most each day before being awakened by the wails of the people.
After the doctor left, Mo Xier took the seat he had occupied earlier and focused on writing the prescription. However, this time he added several more herbs to enhance the efficacy of the medicine.
While Mo Xier's situation was manageable, Night Star faced a more challenging issue. The citizens were blocking the city gate, refusing to let anyone pass. They had entered through a side door earlier and were unaware of the situation at the main gate. Now that they saw it, it was indeed alarming.
When Deputy General Li spotted Night Star, before Night Star could speak to him, a sturdy figure blocking the entrance suddenly collapsed, his eyes tightly shut and devoid of any life.
Quickly catching Deputy General Li's body, Night Star's sharp gaze scanned the shouting crowd before he coldly commanded, "Take him to see a doctor."
As soon as he finished speaking, two Minions rushed over to take Deputy General Li from Night Star's hands without wasting a moment and hurriedly left. Watching Deputy General Li being safely taken away, Night Star's cold gaze fixed on the citizens in the city.
"Let us out! You can't keep us locked up!"
"Exactly! Open the city gate! Do you want us all to die here?"
"Open the gate! Open the gate..."
The clamor of the citizens was incessant, while Night Star stood like a lone cypress in the spot where Deputy General Li had fought earlier. His expression was grim as he listened to their curses without uttering a word.
After a long while, with no sign of them stopping, his patience finally wore thin. He gathered his internal energy to his Dantian and suddenly shouted, "Shut up!"
His voice was deep and resonant, reverberating through the noisy city gate as if it could shake hearts. As soon as he spoke, the previously raucous crowd fell silent in astonishment, staring at Night Star.
With his cold eyes narrowed tightly, he spoke in a hoarse yet elegant tone: "I am here today to resolve this matter. There is no way out of the city gate. Your only choice now is to separate those who are sick from those who are not and follow my arrangements; otherwise, you will be waiting for death."
Given the urgency of the situation, he had completely lost patience for gentle explanations. The emperor must have already received news from Boiling City and would send someone over soon.
With the emperor's methods, there would be no tolerance for any threat to his Empire; by then, it was likely that none of these people would survive.
"What is the reasoning behind this? We are not sick, yet we are not allowed to leave the city?" A voice filled with anger suddenly questioned from the crowd, and as soon as he spoke, the people behind him echoed his words.
"Exactly, what you are doing is playing with people's lives." The voices rose and fell in a chaotic mix, with no one worrying about whether they had already contracted hysteria; they only had one thought in mind: to leave this place.
A sharp gaze shot towards the man who had just spoken, and in a deep voice, he said, "You want to go out? Then go ahead. But I believe the Emperor's men have already arrived. Do you think they will let you go? Will they allow you to carry the potential infection of Reflection of Hell and endanger others?"
"This..." Suddenly, someone in the crowd hesitated, and everyone exchanged glances. Night General was right; this outbreak of Reflection of Hell was more severe than before. No one knew what the Emperor was thinking, but if they were quarantined regardless of whether they were infected or not, it could be disastrous.
"We can cure this Reflection of Hell. As long as you do as I say, you will not be infected. If you recklessly try to escape, you will only increase your own danger." His handsome face shone under the sunlight, clear and imposing, his voice resonating powerfully with inner strength.
For a moment, the crowd fell silent.
After a long while, a voice emerged from the crowd: "So what should we do?"
"I will have my subordinates divide you into two groups. Those who are healthy will stay safely in their rooms and go nowhere. As for those who are sick, follow them; they will be treated by Miss Mo. The bodies of those who have died from the illness will be cremated." Based on previous experience, Night Star was now confident in his approach.
He hadn't been told about cremating the bodies by Mo Xier just now, but he knew that this method was unavoidable because Mo Xier had mentioned it before, so he kept it in mind.
To prevent any unforeseen circumstances, it was necessary to plan ahead and eliminate all potential sources of infection at their roots.
"What?" A gasp arose from the crowd, followed by angry shouts: "On what grounds do you burn their bodies? Do you even know what you're doing?"
"Exactly! They are already pitiful enough for having contracted this disease; how can you deny their souls peace? What are your true intentions? I see that you are here to harm us."
"Yes, we cannot let them do this..."
"Let us leave the city; we want to leave..."
Similar to the previous reaction, the people could not accept that their loved ones' bodies would be burned; their anger was even more intense this time. Some even started fighting with nearby Minions, and angry voices filled the air.
"We are helpless to burn their bodies. After all, the Reflection of Hell is contagious. With summer approaching, if the bodies start to decay, the disease will spread, and none of us will escape. Since you want to leave the city, go ahead and see if anyone will kill you once you step outside."
Saying this, Night Star shifted his tall frame to one side, signaling Minion to open the door. Minion looked somewhat confused but slowly opened the door under Night Star's fierce gaze.
The Reflection of Hell from Boiling City has probably already spread throughout the Heavenly Universe Kingdom. If they were to leave from here now, not only would the emperor be against them, but the other citizens outside would not let them go either. Who would joke with their own life?
Seeing Night Star so adamant, the troublesome citizens hesitated. They knew what he said was true; for people from other cities, they were already in danger. How could they ensure their safe passage?
Previously, they had clamored to leave the city gates, but now that the gates were wide open, no one dared to take a step outside. Seeing their hesitation, Night Star spoke in a deep voice: "The deceased are gone; we who are alive must live well. Now that the Reflection of Hell is rampant, should we just sit and wait for death? You must have heard that last time the Reflection of Hell was dealt with in this way; this is the best way to resolve it."
"But how can we trust that what you say is true?" He was sent by the emperor, and now they were locked inside the city gates. Who knows if he would abandon them to suffer from this terrible disease?
"Rest assured, I, Night Star, am with you." Once he saw that the citizens were calmed down, he nodded at Minion to close the door again. Qinglong and Heiyi understood his intention and immediately went to handle it.
In a remote forest in Vermilion Bird Kingdom, trees were lush and flowers bloomed abundantly. The river flowed continuously downstream, producing a pleasant sound. Next to the forest stood a steep mountain peak that rose several hundred meters high.
From the base of the mountain looking up, everything appeared white and indistinct; not a hint of scenery could be seen. The only visible feature was the sharp and steep edge that was quite terrifying.
The forest was filled with an oppressive atmosphere as three men wearing Conical Hats were surrounded by a group of black-clad individuals. They exuded a chilling aura that felt like a layer of ice in the warm spring season.
The leading man wore gray clothing and had a cold expression. His sharp eyes fixed intently on the group before him, radiating an overwhelming presence. Standing beside him was another man dressed in gray with a similar face, both bearing fierce expressions.
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