North.


    The temperature in Chang''an City dropped sharply and the weather turned cold. In the north, it is snowy and cold.


    Beiyuncheng is an important trading town between the Central Plains of the Tang Dynasty and the grassland in the north.


    After the Tang Dynasty calmed down the grassland, it became a happy land without war. The grassland people and the Middle Earth people were increasingly integrated. It was bustling and noisy.


    But now it has changed greatly. A few restaurants are open, and most shops are closed. It has a bleak appearance, which looks no less than the depression when the war continued.


    The carriage loaded with fur drove slowly into the city gate. The leading man, wrapped in fur, looked around the whole street.


    There was no clan who drove fat cattle and sheep to trade in the past, there was no scene of quarreling and bargaining at the top of their voices, and even there was no sound except for a few creaks of closing the door in the whole street.


    Brush away the snowflakes falling on his beard, and the leading man picked up his hands and breathed a little warmth.


    "No grassland people have come to trade this year?"


    "I haven''t come for half a year. Why is this town like this?"


    As soon as the voice fell, a camel bell rang, and an old carriage turned the corner and hurried here.


    The man in the carriage saw his fellow countrymen in front of the city gate and said hello.


    "There is a shop still opening in the west city. Go and return quickly!"


    The man dressed in fur was surprised. It was the time for the grassland people to collect a load of wool and trade with the Central Plains. Why did only one shop open?


    With a touch of curiosity, the man took the reins and stopped the man on the carriage.


    "Why are there no Han people in this town?"


    "Why don''t these shops open?"


    The man in the carriage, slightly frightened, looked back at the empty street.


    "Hey! Don''t you know? This town is very evil!"


    "A lot of Han people in the East were infected with the wind cold. Until more than ten people died in two or three half a month ago, we grassland people didn''t dare to trade in the East."


    At this point, the man in the carriage moved forward, closer to the man on the horse, put his hands around the corners of his mouth and whispered.


    "I heard! It''s not only cold, but also evil in this town!"


    "Those patients with cold start with scarlet spots on their cheeks and arms, and end up with bean bumps."


    "Many infected people are obsessed with it. They scratch desperately. The bumps they scratch fall off! Their faces are covered with blood pits and they bleed hard!"


    When he said these words, the man seemed to be standing in his field of vision like such a patient, shrinking and shivering.


    The fur and clothes on Lala''s body frightened the man''s eyes.


    "Well, well, stop! It''s terrible!"


    "If there were no food at home and the roads were blocked by heavy snow, I would make do without going out to take risks."


    "Remember, go to the west market and go quickly after changing. Don''t delay any more."


    With that, the man raised his whip and left in a hurry.


    The leading man looked back at his companions and his face was uncertain,


    "Is there such a thing?"


    The companions behind them looked at each other, looked ahead, remembered the words of the man just now, and felt cold for a while.


    "Go! Have a look."


    The leading man clamped his horse''s belly, shook his rein and took the lead in going out.


    Stepping on the creaking snow, the man looked around carefully.


    The doors and windows of every family were closed, and from time to time there came a slight and inaudible cough from the East.


    Then came the sound of panic.


    "No! The evil spirit is coming again!"


    "You can''t scratch! If you scratch, people will disappear!"


    "Uncle, hold on! The hospital in the imperial city will arrive soon! We can cure it later..."


    At the end of the speech, with a woman''s cry, it added a bit of sadness to this quiet and strange village.


    The man''s low voice followed.


    "Cry! Just cry!"


    "Every family is like a monster! Look at the red spots on your hands!"


    "If you don''t want to die, hurry to boil some medicine soup!"


    Hearing this faint word, the leading foreign man still in the street felt a thump in his heart.


    Unconsciously, the picture just described by the man emerged.


    For a moment, a chill seeped into the back, as if a pair of terrible eyes were hiding in the village and looking at themselves.


    The leading man took a breath, and his cheeks pasted by ice and snow were white.


    "Come on! Let''s evacuate quickly after changing. This town is too crowded."


    The creaking sound was obviously dense. The companions sitting in the carriage, who had been staring around, dared not walk around any more.


    The hand holding the reins was a little white, and was a little farther away from the east of the road without saying a word.


    Fur for food and wine, very smooth, smooth to the period did not say a few words, according to the constant price, it ended in a hurry.


    Like the previous man, a cart of two horses hurriedly disappeared into the snowflakes.


    After seeing off the last merchant, the border town fell into peace again.


    The city gate opened and the first soldier standing at the head of the city looked forward to the arrival of the Savior of the Imperial City medical officer.