Simon woke up in a daze, opened the door, and outside was Chekwen's bodyguard, Tiger.

"Mr. Simon, something happened to the young master and I need your help." Tiger was a little anxious.

"What's wrong with him? Could it be that he went to find the female tyrannosaur knight again today and was beaten?" Simon asked suspiciously.

Tiger smiled bitterly and said, "It would be great if you were beaten up. This time something really happened, and your life is at stake, so hurry up."

Life is at stake? !

Simon woke up suddenly.

"Let's go." Simon didn't even change his clothes. After taking two clothes, he hurriedly followed Tiger into the steam car with the medicine box.

Tiger drove the steam car very fast, and hit people several times on the road.

Simon asked while changing his clothes, "What happened to Chekwin?"

"I don't know what's going on, but when I woke up this morning, the young master had a red rash all over his body, a bit like leprosy, which was extremely scary. Moreover, his body was extremely itchy, and the young master couldn't bear to keep scratching, and his skin was scratched. The blood is blurred." Tiger said with some palpitations and fear.

Simon frowned, leprosy? !

"What did he do last night?" Simon asked.

"It's just men and women. It's just a little too much. And it's not just the young master, but also Mr. Marshall. He's more serious, and his skin is festering. And the women who came last night were more or less caught."

"All the same symptoms?"

"It's all the same, only the severity is different."

Twenty or so people have the same symptoms, and it's not that simple.

Is it man-made?

"Who else has these symptoms besides Chekwin Marshall and those women."

"there is none left."

"The servants of the Marshalls don't have this symptom?"

"It doesn't seem to be there. If there is, it should have been discovered."

Simon pondered, but couldn't come up with an answer. Just have to go and see what's going on.

The steam car quickly arrived at Marshall's villa, the door of the villa was locked, and Crow himself stood at the door.

"Mr. Simon, I have to trouble you again." Crow bowed.

"It's nothing but trouble." Simon waved his hand and walked towards the villa.

He paused and walked to Crow again: "This is a bit weird. You'd better control all the people who were in the villa last night and don't let them leave."

"Don't worry, no one left, this villa has been sealed off," said Crow.

As the security guard of the Sidon family, his ability is not built, and he has already discovered something strange, so he directly blocked the villa and no one could leave.

Simon nodded and walked into the villa. There was a smell of wine in the villa. There were wine bottles and food residues on the table in the hall. The smell was very unpleasant.

He followed Tiger to a room, and in the corridor he heard a series of screams from the room that was not passing through.

Tiger pushed open the door. There were two people lying on the bed and sofa in the room, Chek Wen and Marshall. The two were tied up, whimpering and twisting.

"It's itchy, it's so itchy, my inner thigh, hurry up, use some force." Chekwen roared, his voice hoarse. .

There is a person next to the two of them, holding an itching device to relieve their itching, and spraying them with a spray, but it doesn't seem to work.

Both their hands and feet were tightly bound, unable to scratch the itch, they could only keep twisting their bodies.

"Mr. Simon, save me, save me, I'm dying." Marshall found Simon coming in and prayed in a hoarse voice.

Simon glanced at Marshall. There were red rashes all over his body, some of them turned into herpes, and the scratches were covered in blood. Just like that, he couldn't stop the itching. Simon was shocked when he saw it.

Good guy, what's wrong with him? It's so terrifying.

"Is Simon here, Simon, hurry up and save my brother, my brother can't take it anymore." Cheekwen looked up to see Simon, and immediately burst into tears, crying like a 300-pound child.

"Hold on, I'll come to save you right away."

Simon ignored Marshall's pleading gaze and walked towards Chekwen, who also had the same symptoms, especially his 300-pound fat body was even more shocking.

"Come on, Simon, hurry up and save my brother, I'm dying, I'm dying of itching, it's like countless ants crawling inside my body and biting my body." Chekewen said panting.

Simon hurriedly took Chekwen's pulse. The pulse was chaotic and extremely active, which was very strange.

Simon's brows sank, and the magic energy fluctuated. He felt weak magic energy fluctuations flying out of Chekwen's body.

"Did you use magic items last night?"

"No, absolutely not." Chekwen shook his head, but nodded immediately, as if something sounded: "Yes, yes, we used iron rod medicine last night."

The iron rod is the medicine that can make people last.

Checkerwin and Marshall took an iron rod last night for fun.

"This one has to be contaminated with certain magical energy, isn't it telling not to take it?"

"I thought it would be fine to use it just once. Could it be that iron rod caused it, **** it." Chekwen regretted it.

"How much have you taken?"

"Not many, just ten."

"Ten, do you want to fuck?" Simon was speechless.

"But I've taken it many times before and I haven't experienced such a serious situation."

Simon frowned. Although the iron rod medicine has a certain amount of magic energy pollution, it is extremely weak. The magic energy pollution in Chekewen's body has long been removed. Even if the iron rod is used a few times, there will be no problem.

Could it be that there is something wrong with the iron rod medicine this time?

Incorrect ~lightnovelpub.net~ If it is magical energy pollution, it is impossible for him to only have such a weak magical energy in his body.

Even if the magic energy in Chekwen fails, it will not be contaminated.

This is not caused by magical pollution.

It's not caused by magical energy pollution, so what is it?

"Simon, don't stand still, hurry up, hurry up and help me, I'm going to die soon."

Forget it, let's try acupuncture first.

Simon took out the silver needle and began to puncture the acupuncture points, matching the magic doctor's emblem. If it really works, the itch on Chekwen's body is immediately relieved.

"Huhuhu, it's comfortable, comfortable, and finally it's not too itchy anymore. Simon, it's your strength. Go on, go on." Chekwen breathed a sigh of relief and collapsed on the bed with an expression of the rest of his life.

"Mr. Simon, I'm dying." Marshall's painful wailing came from beside him.

"Wait a minute, I'll be fine right away."

Simon frowned, Marshall had more symptoms than Chekwin's eyes: "I'll help Marshall relieve the itch first."

Simon walked up to Marshall and tried the needles to relieve his itch.

"Tell me, what's going on?" Simon looked at the two and asked.

"I didn't know, I woke up with itching this morning. My whole body was extremely itchy, and the more I scratched, the more itchy." Chekewen said angrily.

"Marshall, did you find someone unclean and let Lao Tzu fall for it?"