The embrace suddenly felt empty, and the face behind the man’s mask twitched slightly.
He used to reject her advances, citing the reasoning of "n and won should not touch," but now the little woman had turned the phrase against him, using it casually all the ti.
He coughed lightly, as if making so decision: "He will be honest with you, give him so ti."
Qin Xin looked at him suspiciously: "How do you know?"
Master Tuantuan turned his face away: "..."
Qin Xin beca even more curious: "Master, do you read fortunes or use n’s psychology to predict outcos? But he’s not an ordinary person."
Thinking of Mr. Nalan, who stirred her emotions, Qin Xin sighed: "Forget it, I’m planning to leave this man. If I don’t see him, I won’t have these troubles. Focusing on my studies is much simpler."
Master Tuantuan suddenly turned his head, looking directly at her: "No..."
Qin Xin was puzzled: "You don’t want to leave him? Master, I rember during the New Year, you said n are all schers and told not to trust n easily and not to waste ti on them. Master, isn’t your perspective changing a bit too fast?"
Master Tuantuan: "..."
It wasn’t that his perspective changed suddenly, but that tis have changed, and she was no longer the Lan Qingxin who needed to stay away from n.
As they were talking, suddenly, there was a commotion outside the wooden door of the bamboo courtyard.
The heavy wheels rolled over the ground.
One vehicle after another, with soone urgently driving them: "Hurry, hurry to the village entrance, there’s an empty house you can stay in. Don’t wander around. If you infect others, you won’t be able to bear the consequences!"
Soone responded weakly: "We can barely keep our own lives; how could we possibly infect others..."
The noisy voices stopped next door.
Xiao Bailu’s courtyard.
Xiao Bailu and Ah Hua were not there; the courtyard was empty. The villagers opened it and then locked in the people from the carriage, sealing it with red paper to prevent anyone from picking the lock to release them.
Master Tuantuan wanted to continue the previous conversation with Qin Xin.
But Qin Xin’s attention was firmly drawn outside: "Master, they seem to be sick. It’s that strange disease from Qingcheng. The patients’ voices sound familiar..."
The man’s Adam’s apple moved.
She was quite attentive to other people’s voices.
The courtyard next door was locked, and the arrivals dismantled the carriage on the spot and set it ablaze. They also discussed taking the horses to the slaughterhouse... so even suggested slaughtering them on the spot and burying them.
Qin Xin frowned and couldn’t help but push the door open and step out.
"Why kill the horses when they’re perfectly fine? It’s people who are sick, not the horses. Or are you saying you’d rather kill the sick people to be free of them?"
Outside, several people wrapped tightly from head to toe stared in astonishnt at the girl who rushed out from the bamboo courtyard.
The leading man frowned and scolded: "Young girl, don’t be reckless. Go ho quickly. You feel sorry for others and a horse now, but if you get sick, don’t co begging us to save you."
The village chief beside them recognized Qin Xin wasn’t from the village and quickly smoothed things over: "This is a young girl visiting relatives, she doesn’t understand. Expert Xu, please don’t be angry; I’ll send this ignorant kid back right away."
Turning to Qin Xin and pretending to be stern: "Young girl, quickly and obediently listen to the expert. This is a famous expert from the Imperial City. We can’t usually et soone like him easily. You’re too young to understand. Our village already has seven or eight sick people; if we don’t follow his instructions, our whole village will be dood."
Qin Xin held her breath.
In such a remote village, to think there were already seven or eight "nightmare syndro" patients in just one day and night?
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