Number One Ugly Husband

83. Shut Up

Translator: Gloria1616

Most of them were rescued by Bao Ye, and they couldn’t resolve to catch Bao Ye and burn him, while the people who could resolve to kill him were afraid of being infected.

Deacon Lin was afraid of death, too. So he completely knew the slaves’ fear for death. He picked up a piece of firewood and threw it at Bao Ye, “Burn him! Burn him to death! Otherwise, we will be infected! Burn these patiences together with him.”

He raised his hand to ward off the piece of firewood tossed on him. Suddenly, his body was like being pressed by someone. He could not move, speak, or use his power.

He was shocked. What happened?

Bao Ye immediately thought of Dongling Ce in his office.

Damn it, it must be that psycho.

At this moment, he heard Dongling Ce’s voice, “Take a good look at how these people you saved treat you. Do they worth what you paid?”

Bao Ye: “…”

“Burn him, burn him to death!” The slaves who were afraid of death picked up the firewood and tossed them at Bao Ye, someone even fetched cooking oil and poured it on him. In a second, Bao Ye’s entire body was on fire.

The person who was saved by the Bao Ye screamed. Their rationality had been lingering and struggling between saving him and standing by.

“You are crazy!” The young master’s face wouldn’t be contagious. If it was contagious, someone would have died of infection in the past. Burning people now was tantamount to killing people. What’s the difference from playing with our Ming Ming? Yao Liu’s neck reddened. He was about to rush out to save people but was rushed over by the news and held the bell firmly, “Sis, let go of me, I have to go save them.”

“How? Do you want to fight against everyone alone? Or do you want to die with him?” Yu Ling replied coldly.

“Sis, let’s go and put out the fire together.”

“I won’t go there. You can’t go either,” Yu Ling turned to the two women behind her, “Jing, Zi, take him away.”

“Sis, he saved you before, how can you…” Lao Liu was shocked.

Yu Ling said coldly, “I treated him with a meal, then gave you grains to buy anything he wanted. We are clear on this.”

Most importantly, Bao Ye turned down the olive branch she offered. Since he turned her down, then he got no right to blame her for being ruthless.

“…” Lao Liu couldn’t believe his ears.

Bao Ye was submerged in the sea of fire, his entire body was burned and painful, with his skin almost exploding, making a sizzling sound. He cursed all the ancestors of Dongling Ce in his heart.

Damn it, pray not to be caught by me. Then you were doomed.

“See? No one came to save you. They were all afraid of death, afraid that they would be infected by you.” Dongling Ce’s voice came to him again, with irony filled in his tone.

Bao Ye looked at the struggling slaves, “I believe someone will stand out for me.”

Dongling Ce sneered, “You’re dying.”

Enduring the huge pain, Bao Ye replied, “Let’s bet. If someone come to save me, you should withdraw the flood.”

“You still bet with me now?”

“Bet it or not?”

“Of course, as long as more than one thousand people come out to save you, you win.”

As soon as Dongling Ce finished his words, someone suddenly yelled, “Ah, Bao Ye (Master Bao)!”

The first one who rushed out was Zisang Yanruo. She ran to Bao Ye, “Don’t be afraid, don’t be afraid, I will save you.”

Bao Ye was deeply touched. The next moment, Zisang Yanruo tried to put out the fire with her power. However, the fire got bigger, and the patient next to him even started burning.

Yan almost fainted with his eyes rolled. What annoyed him most was Dongling Ce’s refrained laughter in his ear.

Mom, there was oil in the fire, you couldn’t use water.

With no common sense at all. She was a ‘pure’ fairy who was like a piece of white paper.

Zisang Yanruo was dumbfounded. “Ah, why?”

A slave explained, “He got oil on his body, we need to put it out with sand.”

Jin Lingrui, Boss Ji and Boss Chu rushed over with their people and pushed away the people who set fire.

They ran over and fought the fire with Zisang Yanruo. The slaves who were hesitant before also ran over to help.

“Hiss–” Suddenly, someone sprayed at Bao Ye with a fire extinguisher, and Bao Ye quickly closed his eyes.

As the fire was put out, Bao Ye could move. He saw that the one who sprays him with a fire extinguisher was Nian Gao. He thumbs up at him. He was quite surprised that he could come to save him.

“Are you scared to a dumb? Waiting for them pouring oil and setting fire on you? Why didn’t you hide away?” Nian Gao scolded him and sprayed at the other patients who was burned.

Bao Ye’s lip corners twitched. Didn’t he want to hide? It was the psycho who frozen his body and caused him standstill.

Boss Ji asked, “Mr. Jin, are you okay?”

Bao Ye exhaled, “I’m fine. Just need some medicine.”

His power had also returned, thus the pain in his body became nothing.

Jin Lingrui examined him with his eyes for a second and turned to the other slaves, “We investigated just now, the sick people are infected by the virus brought by the flood. We have all been soaked in it, and we may become sick at anytime.”

Everyone was panicked.

“Virus?” What virus? ”

“Is there any treatment?” Will we die?

Nian Gao sneered. “When you get sick, I will burn you like you burn the ugly slave.”

The slaves were angry and ashamed. Some of them were particularly embarrassed because they have been saved by Bao Ye before, but they didn’t stand out for him immediately. Now they didn’t know how to face Bao Ye.

Failed to kill Bao Ye, Deacon Lin was so angry that his teeth were itchy. Taking advantage of the fact that everyone wasn’t paying attention to him, he quickly turned around and left. Suddenly, his body was extremely hot as if he got burned, which made his limbs weak. He fell to the ground and heard someone screaming, “Someone is sick again, someone is sick again.”

He didn’t have time to be afraid and fell into a coma.

Not only Deacon Lin, many people were also infected. What frightened them most was that the speed from symptom showing to death was extremely fast. Some people even died in less than half an hour.

Seeing people falling on the ground one by one, Bao Ye quickly returned to the office on the 10th floor.

He said as he entered the office, “Remember to withdraw the flood.”

More than one thousand people stood out to save him just now, so he won this round.

Dongling Ce saw him carrying the bucket filled with medicine and lifted his eyebrows. “Are these for treating their illness?”

Bao Ye causally replied, “Just have a try. It might not take effect.”

“They wanted to burn you to death just now, but you still want to save them?”

Bao Ye paused for a second, “My medicine will only be handed to the people who came out to save me. Whether to save others or not, is up to them.”

He brought the potion downstairs and told Jin Lingrui and Boss Ji to mix the potion with boiled water and sent it to others to drink, “This is only effective to those who got fever, black specks on the face and black blood.”

Boss Ji was surprised, “Are these all medicine? Made by you?”

In fact, what he was most curious about was where did Bao Ye found so many herbs and made ten buckets of medicine.

“Yes, all of you take a sip of the potion to prevent the disease from spreading to your body. If someone drank the potion but didn’t recover at all, you have to quarantine and observe them. Those people may get other illnesses.”

Jin Lingrui and Boss Ji didn’t hesitate. They quickly mixed the medicine with the water and send it to the slaves.

“Bao Ye–“Lao Liu ran over, “Are you alright?”

Bao Ye raised his hand and let him look at it: “Fine, look at my hand, the fire just burned my skin. I have potion, I will recover as soon as I use it.”

He took out a bottle from his pocket and spread the potion inside on his hand. In a blink of an eye, the burnt skin returned to its normal state.

“Magical,” Lao Liu  exclaimed in amazement, then he spoke with an ashamed face, “Just…Just now, I…”

“You don’t need to say, I know it.” Bao Ye saw what Lao Liu had tried. He took out a bottle from another pocket and handed it to him, “Drink it.”

“What is this?”

“Medicine that can resist the plague.”

“I…I…” Lao Liu took his medicine in embarassment.

“Drink it,” Bao Ye thrust the bottle into his hand.

Lao Liu hesitated for a moment, then opened the bottle cap and drank the medicine. “Bao… Bao Ye, I want to give it…”

“Do you want to give your sisters this medicine to resist the plague?” Asked Bao Ye.

Lao Liu nodded.

Glanced over Yu Ling, who was eavesdropping on their conversation in the corner, Bao Ye smiled and said, “I got no medicine.”

“Ah?” Lao Liu was a little disappointed.

“Or I should say that I will not give them my medicine even if I have it.” Bao Ye mocked: “I haven’t been so kind to give my medicine to the person who never wanted to saved me.”

Yu Ling’s face darkened.

“In the future, don’t ask me anything about your sister. When I had her meal and used her grains to buy, we were clear on this.”

“…” Lao Liu opened his mouth then shut it silently for several rounds. He didn’t know what to say. In the end, he could only say three words, “I am sorry.”

The Little Fish Bone who was with Yu Ling couldn’t stand it any more. She came out and said angrily, “It’s nothing if you don’t give us medicine. Why are you boasting it? If you got balls, don’t eat the grains we grow when the flood is over.”

When the flood arrived, it submerged the food the slaves stored. In the future, what the slaves needed most would be food. She could make the grains mature quickly and everyone had to buy grains from them.

Bao Ye sneered, “I am supported by my owner. I don’t need to touch what you grow.”

“You…” Little Fish Bone was pissed off.

“Also, since you are so capable, plant your own food. Don’t eat the food I brought.” As Bao Ye finished, Dongling Ce’s voice came to him, “I’m the one who brought the food here.”

At the same time, the Little Fish Bone said sarcastically, “That’s so funny. The food fell from the sky, but you said you brought it. Do you know what is shame?”

“Shut up.” Bao Ye wigged Dongling Ce.

But Little Fish Bone thought that was for her, “Why should I shut up? I won’t, I will tell others that you’re boasting that you brought all the food. You will be a joke for everyone.”

“Little Fish Bone,” Lao Liu shouted at her seriously. He was upset. He had never seen such a sneering face of her before. Was this really the pure and kind sister he knew? Or perhaps he didn’t know her at all.