Chapter 180: Follow My Arrangements!

Chapter 180: Follow My Arrangements!

Jinyang City has long been engulfed by this gray snow, at first glance, resembling the ruins left after a great fire.

There are almost no figures on the streets, and if there are any, they are like Yang He and others, wearing beast-skin cloaks and wide-brimmed hats, the demon slayers.

They patrol the streets, warning the common people.

“This strange snow came suddenly, and for a while, countless people in the city were affected. Fortunately, Governor Li and Sir Zhou of Qiyaun City have not left yet. They had previous experience dealing with poisons, and they quickly responded. But even so, the situation is still not optimistic,” Yang He said with a solemn expression, explaining the current situation.

Qin Feng nodded, looking towards the buildings on both sides.

The common people have already hidden in their houses, either opening a door crack to observe the situation outside or pushing open the windows on the second floor to scrutinize the group.

Fearful and worried expressions are evident on their faces, with deep dread in their eyes for the endless gray snow.

“How wide is the coverage of this snow at the moment?” Qin Feng curiously asked.

If it spans thousands of miles, or even affects most of the southern region, the consequences would be unimaginable!

Yang He replied, “Sir Zhou has already used his divine sense to observe. The snow extends at most ten miles outside of Jinyang City. It seems to be specifically targeting this city.”

There was a hint of complaint and confusion in his tone.

Qin Feng frowned, “In that case, there must be a source within Jinyang City causing this snowfall. Have you found any clues?”

Yang He fell into silence, indicating that this was also a headache for him.

At this moment, Zhang Tiannan, who rarely spoke, suddenly spoke up, “Early in the morning, a coffin.”

“What do you mean?” Qin Feng turned his head to look at Zhang Tiannan.

Their eyes met.

Qin Feng immediately shifted the focus of his inquiry, “Brother Yang, do you know anything about this?”The inaugural upload of this chapter took place via N0v3l-B1n.

Yang He recalled, “This morning, just before dawn, a person from the Demon Slayer Department arrived. He was dressed in black, carrying a black coffin on his back, and his condition was strange. His steps were floating, and his blood and energy surged. He came to see our Sir Zhou as soon as he arrived.”

“Who is he?” Qin Feng asked.

“I don’t know the specifics, but when Sir Zhou saw him—or more accurately, when he saw the coffin on him—his expression changed. He muttered something— Tomb Family.” Yang He pondered.

“Floating steps, surging blood and energy, this is quite similar to the symptoms of a fever. Why wasn’t he suspected from the beginning?” Qin Feng widened his eyes, “And why would Sir Zhou, who obviously knows him, allow him to act without interference?”

Yang He explained, “When that person arrived, it was around the hour of the tiger (around 3-5 am). However, this snowfall occurred at the hour of the dragon (around 7-9 am). Moreover, Sir Zhou obviously knew that person. If he was causing trouble, how could Sir Zhou just sit idly by?”

As a result, the family members of the patients at the door also heard it clearly.

“You, lower your voice!” Physician Song glared.

“I” the physician also knew that he said the wrong thing, but it was too late.

The feeling of uneasiness and fear spread quickly among the family members like a plague.

The woman was a woman after all. When she heard this, sadness overflowed from her chest, and tears flowed down her cheeks.

In such a world, if the backbone of the family falls, how will the mother and daughter survive?

“Mother, why are you crying?” the little girl asked crisply.

The woman quickly wiped away her tears and choked, “Mother is fine, it’s just that the sand got into my eyes.”

“Mother, I heard from that uncle, is daddy not getting better?”

The woman opened her mouth, unsure of how to answer this question, and tears swirled in her eyes again.

The group of physicians, upon hearing this, all stared at the person who spoke without restraint.

The latter, aware of his guilt, lowered his head in shame.

At that moment, a broad hand covered the head of the little girl, gently stroking, “Don’t worry, your father will get better.”

The little girl looked up and saw a handsome older brother with a friendly smile on his face.

“Really? Brother won’t lie to me, right? Father usually likes to deceive me.” The little girl looked innocent. She was still too young to understand the possible consequences if her father couldn’t be cured.

Qin Feng smiled and shook his head, “I won’t lie to you. Tonight, you will be able to have dinner with your father at home.”

The relatives were both surprised and incredulous upon hearing this, looking at him.

Qin Feng stood up, looked at the patients in the hall, restrained his smile, and his face became serious.

“Physician Qin!” The physicians, seeing him, seemed to find their backbone.

Mr. Song stepped forward, quickly explaining the current situation: “Until now, we haven’t found a good solution.”

Qin Feng understood, nodded, and said, “This is not a simple fever; it seems more like a poison. However, I already have a method to detoxify. From now on, all of you will listen to my arrangements!”

“Okay!” Everyone responded one after another.