Tu Xiao'an wasn't a real doctor, but with how advanced modern technology was, he'd heard a little about all sorts of illnesses. Still, he'd never seen a disease this bizarre and horrifying. After a moment of thought, he asked, "When did this strange illness start?"
"It started about half a year ago. Back then, only a handful of people had it, so we didn't pay it much mind. We just treated it as a spooky story to tell over tea. But we never imagined that more and more people would fall ill afterward. People are dying every day. Every family is holding a funeral, every household is digging a grave. Now, more than half the village is dead. Nine out of ten homes are empty."
'Nine out of ten homes are empty?'
'So it's actually gotten this bad. No wonder it caught the attention of the Demon Management Bureau.'
The strange illness was terrifying, but Tu Xiao'an felt it wasn't an illness at all—it was more like poisoning. A Huo Luan Snake Spirit was hiding here.
