King Hanxue's face was gloomy, and murderous intent flashed in his eyes.
The words of these alchemists were clearly threatening him.
If he did not deal with Zhao Yufan, these alchemists would not study the plague.
But Zhao Yufan was not wrong.
How should he deal with it?
Seeing that the prince was silent, Ma Hai smiled sinisterly, squeezed a few tears from his eyes, and whispered: "If the prince doesn't punish him, then I have nothing to say.
I will resign tomorrow and leave here."
"Our lives are not guaranteed, so why should we stay here?
Let's leave together tomorrow, don't you think so?"
"Leaving tomorrow" "Leave tomorrow" Seeing everyone threatening King Hanxue in the name of leaving, Zhao Yufan, who had been silent for the whole time, laughed and asked, "How do you think it's appropriate to punish me?"
Hearing that Zhao Yufan spoke in person, the noisy scene instantly became quiet.
They wanted to teach Zhao Yufan a lesson, but as for how to punish him, they really hadn't thought about it.
Ma Hai stared at Zhao Yufan bitterly and said harshly: "Kill you."
Hearing this, not only King Hanxue and Zhao Yufan looked stunned, but also the alchemists around him looked at Ma Hai in surprise, unable to believe why he would say such vicious words.
It's true that everyone hates Zhao Yufan, but they don't have much grievances.
They really haven't thought about killing people if they open their mouths.
Liu Mu frowned and glared at Ma Hai, walked out of the crowd with an angry look, "It's true to say that Zhao Yufan made a mistake, but the crime will not lead to death.
In my opinion, let him go to the military camp to take care of those warriors, and he can still be allowed to Check the status of the plague.
This not only punishes him, but also does not delay his work.
What do you think?"
As soon as these words came out, everyone fell silent.
Liu Mu seemed to be helping Zhao Yufan, but there was actually not much difference between killing Zhao Yufan and letting Zhao Yufan enter the military camp to take care of the warriors.
There are two types of patients now, one is ordinary plague patients, and the other is warrior plague patients.
Among ordinary plague patients, their group of warriors and alchemists have the ability to resist, but among warrior plague patients, they are alchemists.
Masters and warriors have a high chance of being infected.
Not long ago, more than a dozen warrior monarchs were infected with the plague.
Asking Zhao Yufan to take care of the infected warrior is almost to make him infected with the plague, so the consequences King Hanxue stared at Liumu, his eyes slowly swept across the crowd, and asked with a hint of anger: "Do you think this is appropriate?"
Feeling the anger in King Hanxue's tone, Liu Mu was startled and couldn't help but hesitate.
He didn't expect that with such a noble status as King Hanxue, he would care about a little person.
The other alchemists are arrogant, but they are not worth mentioning in front of the Hanxue God King.
Now that the Hanxue God King is dissatisfied with their actions, of course they must consider it carefully.
Just when everyone was about to lower the level of punishment, Zhao Yufan suddenly spoke.
His words made everyone present stunned.
"I'll take care of the infected warrior" King Hanxue looked at the masked young man in front of him in surprise, very confused.
In addition to shock, Liu Mu and Ma Hai also had a hint of joy and surprise on their faces.
They were happy that Zhao Yufan was seeking his own death, but they were surprised by Zhao Yufan's decision.
"Have you thought about it?"
God King Hanxue asked solemnly.
"Um" Zhao Yufan answered firmly, glanced at the alchemist in front of him, and suddenly said: "Everyone, I will take care of the infected warriors this afternoon.
Shouldn't you also go and save others?"
The alchemists opened their mouths, feeling speechless at this time.
King Hanxue knew that Zhao Yufan wanted to talk to him alone, so he waved his hand to signal the alchemists to leave.
After the alchemists left, Zhao Yufan looked at the few lonely pines and cypresses in the courtyard and the pots of gorgeous blood-thorned red flowers, feeling a little lonely and lonely.
He seems to be like these trees and flowers that are difficult to survive, being squeezed out and plotted against by others, always having to resist interference from the outside world.
"Don't look at the beauty of the blood-thorn red growth.
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Before it blooms, it is extremely ugly, and it will grow in the ice peaks."
The Snow God King said lightly, trying to enlighten Zhao Yufan, but he didn't know that Zhao Yufan's words made him dumb.
He was speechless and could only respond with a wry smile.
"Senior, I am more beautiful than blood pricks red."
After a brief silence, Zhao Yufan said seriously: "The plague is getting more and more serious and must be controlled as soon as possible, otherwise the consequences will be extremely terrible.
I hope that the emperor can send someone to build a room for me, which will need medicinal materials, alchemy furnaces, pens and ink."
"Okay, where to build the room" "Since I am going to be punished, the room must be where the infected warrior is."
King Hanxue stared at Zhao Yufan for a long time, nodded and said, "I really hope the young master Sword Demon returns safely."
There is a basin in the vast white snow field.
In the basin, tents are crowded together, and from time to time, there are shouts and the sound of weapons clashing.
Within a mile of the basin, neat tents were lined up, often patrolled by soldiers.
The basin was once called Yuwankeng, but now it is called Death Pit, because hundreds of people died here every day, sometimes more than a thousand people died, and the dead were buried at the bottom of the basin.
All the people in the basin are infected with the plague, but the people above the basin are not infected with the plague.
They are responsible for guarding the place to prevent anyone from leaving.
As long as someone crosses the red warning line, the soldiers above will shoot bows and arrows.
The people in the basin are warriors and soldiers infected in the snowy region.
Although they are infected with the plague, they still have the strength to yell and fight.
Not long after Zhao Yufan came to the basin, he also got to know the situation in the basin.
This group of warriors who were infected knew that they could not leave the basin, so they could only vent their various emotions.
They vented in different ways, but their emotions were all extremely excited.
This was what they had always done.
Reason for yelling and fighting.
After taking a look at the houses being built on the edge of the basin, Zhao Yufan smiled and walked towards the basin.
The road in the basin slopes down all the time, making it a bit inconvenient to walk.
It is even more difficult to walk because of the year-round snow.
When people infected with the disease discovered Zhao Yufan, some would bump into him deliberately, some would push him from behind, and some would even throw various objects at him.
According to them, this was a welcome.
Zhao Yufan didn't like this kind of welcome, so he tried his best to avoid it.
However, there were too many items thrown around him, and he ended up looking like a beggar.
His pure black clothes were already colorful, and there was a broken egg shell on his head. , light yellow and egg white are mixed together and slowly flow between the hair strands to form filaments and films.
"Haha, welcome our new friends" "Hey welcome" "Welcome, welcome, welcome to the pit of death."
"Congratulations, you are now one step closer to death."
They laughed so hard that they almost shed tears, their pupils filled with despair and fear.
Zhao Yufan wiped the stains on the mask and said in a hoarse voice: "I am an alchemist.
I will try my best to help you, and I hope you will cooperate."
Alchemist These three words were like a ball of flame, igniting everyone's dead hearts again.
They saw hope, although it was slim
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