White String(Up In Book Next)
Chapter 37
Long Shan shot towards the Thousand Sword Mountain at full speed. In just a few moments, he had already arrived at the south door.
The Thousand Swords Mountain looked a little different. After the assault from the Blood Jars sect, several buildings were heavily damaged. And now it has been repaired, making it very magnificent and beautiful.
It should have been the Thousand Swords Mountain to become a big sect long ago. But the number of students there seemed to be less supportive.
The great sect had nearly a hundred thousand disciples. But the Thousand Sword Mountain only had over ten thousand.
Speaking of disciples, today not a single disciple was seen walking around the sect. The entrance of the sect was also no one guarding.
When Long Shan wanted to use his Spiritual Perception, a red-haired little boy jumped up to hug him.
"It's a good thing that my brother didn't die. Big brother still owes me one request from the Ances Mountains," Ah Mei either cried happily because Long Shan was still alive or she would get anything.
Crack it!!
Ah Mei rubbed the lump on her smoky head. While Long Shan stood beside him with a forehead full of twitches.
"What a bad boy!I'll just voice my heart out" Ah Mei tried to be cute. If you don't know that Ah Mei is thousands of years old, someone will fall in her trap.
"I'll give you that later. Now tell me, what's going on here?" Long Shan watched the surroundings of the extremely desolate sect. A writer's wallet at the end of the monthðŸ˜ðŸ˜
Ah Mei was still stroking her head, "A disciple within the sect who had just completed the mission suddenly suffered from a strange illness. Then some of the students who visited him also contracted."
"Then?"
"This sect is lockeddown."
Crack it!!
"Don't joke!" the twitch on Long Shan's forehead did not diminish after adding a smoky lump on Ah Mei's head.
"I just want to melt the atmosphere," Ah Mei's eyes were teary and on the verge of crying.
"Explain correctly, and don't joke anymore," Long Shan stared intently at Ah Mei.
"Yes yes. Infected students will have reddish skin, high fever, seizures, and difficulty breathing. The cure and how the disease is contagious have not been found.
The physician and the examining elder also contracted it. Now those suffering from the strange disease were exiled to one side of the Lembayung Forest so that no one would make contact with them.
Patriarch Ji also made a decision, the sect will be closed. The students were ordered to stay in the dormitory and were forbidden from taking missions. All this to prevent more casualties," Ah Mei explained everything she knew, occasionally stopping to check if anyone had forgotten.
"Has anyone died?"
Meanwhile Long Shan was trying to remember this disease. He had to make the cure as quickly as possible considering that the disease is actually quite deadly if not treated as soon as possible.
After a moment of thought, Long Shan suddenly clapped his hands. He finally remembered what this disease was.
"Curse Butterfly!" Long Shan exclaimed happily as he recalled the name of this disease. A moment later, his face turned ugly.
"Curse Butterfly?" Ah Mei stone first heard the name of such a disease.
"The Butterfly Curse was first transmitted through the pollen of the Egg Orchid flower. After entering the respiratory tract, the lungs will slowly shrink to become like butterfly wings. Makes the sufferer experience shortness of breath.
This disease is transmitted through the air inhaled by the patient. It was a wise decision to close the sect temporarily," Long Shan explained grimly.
Ah Mei is still processing all the information she just received."Is there a cure for this disease?" Ah Mei was suddenly worried.
"Although it can take lives and spread quickly, the cure for this disease is actually quite easy. Come, meet Elder Yao," Long Shan wanted to withdraw Ah Mei's hand but was detained.
"Pronounce congratulations to the readers first," Ah Mei suddenly changed alim. Long Shan thought for a while before nodding, "The closing chaps this time huh?"
"As an imoed Spirit Tree of 2k20...."
"As a happy mc for the writer, but a dream for the reader...."
"As a writer who was blasphemed mc himself and almost kicked for ga up-up...."
"CRIMINALS AIDZIN WAL FAIDZIN, SORRY TO BE BORN AND INNER. HAPPY EID AL-FITR 1441 HIJRI, MAY THE CHARITY OF WORSHIP DURING THIS MONTH BE ACCEPTED BY ALLAH SWT.
IF THERE IS A MISTAKE, OR OFFEND THE READERS AT HOME, WE ALL THE GREAT WHITE STRING FAMILY APOLOGIZE PROFUSELY...."
"Yeiyyy.." the author suddenly passed by carrying a thin THR envelope in hand. You should know that is the vote of the readers.
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Is that lebaran, right? Though just yesterday hit the kentongan pass sahur around:v
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