Disease Name Immortal

Sick Yan engraved.

It once brought hope to all people without disease, but because of human greed, it has become a semi-taboo product.

The surrounding air seemed to be getting heavier bit by bit.

Jiang Bingshu felt such a solemn atmosphere for the first time.

He remembered that Liu Bing said that the engraving of disease is to inject the power of wave into his body to complete the inheritance.

But I don't know why, judging from the coach's expression and Tang Shizi's words...

The engraving of the disease that follows is not that simple.

"Are you ready?" Tang Shizi conveyed Qin Guanqi's will.

Qin Guanqi's expression was as solemn as if he had completed a handover of royal power.

"Pretty...pretty...ready."

Obviously nothing happened, but the slightly sick **** tree suddenly became a little nervous.

Qin Guanqi smiled slightly, and Tang Shizi understood:

"Don't be nervous, although the results of the engraving of the disease are the same, no matter who engraves it, it will not affect your future development."

"But the engraving of the coach will make you see something else."

Jiang Bingshu didn't know what it was, but looking at Qin Guanqi's smile, the tension in his heart eased a lot.

Qin Guanqi also slowly raised his hand.

The incomparably sacred golden light condensed on his fingertips.

It was as if a bright golden star turned into a chess piece, which he held at his fingertips.

Seeing the golden light from the fingertips keep getting closer to me...

Jiang Bingshu's consciousness suddenly became dazed. The world around me began to shatter little by little.

It was like the whole world was suddenly cut by countless thin lines and turned into a broken chessboard.

I don't know when, Tang Persimmon once again held Jiang Bingshu's hand.

Qin Guanqi's fingertips also landed on Jiang Bingshu's forehead.

When Jiang Bingshu's consciousness was confused, Qin Guanqi's voice appeared in Jiang Bingshu's mind.

"In order to distinguish it from the ordinary sickness engraving, the first coach made further improvements to the ceremony of engraving on sickness."

"So that we who have accepted the engraving can sense part of the memory of the engraved person."

"These memories are passed down from generation to generation, and will be intertwined into a not-so-good story."

"Jiang Bingshu, in the next engraving, you will meet many people, but don't be afraid, they are all heroes."

"Follow their footsteps, and they'll take you down a road."

Jiang Bingshu didn't know what it meant.

And as the voice of the coach appeared little by little, the scene around him also changed dramatically.

The engraving of Bingyan has begun.

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The dazzling galaxy hangs above his head, and Jiang Bingshu looks at the magnificent starry sky above his head, feeling a vague sense of familiarity.

I felt like I was in an endless wasteland, and the world seemed to be split open, showing a huge fault.

Under Ye Hua, there is a fault connected across the front of him.

Just different from his past dreams, this bridge exudes a dazzling golden luster.

And at this end of the bridge, there are many people standing.

These people have different shapes, some people look like healthy people, and some people are sick and dying soon.

Some are young, some are old, some are men and women, and there are even teenagers.

They are all standing at one end of the bridge, just like the **** tree.

When the diseased **** tree appeared, these people all looked at the diseased **** tree:

"Are newcomers crossing the bridge again? I really don't know whether to be happy or sad."

The person who spoke was tall and burly. He was originally squatting by the bridge, admiring the eternal night.

But seeing Jiang Bingshu approaching, he stood up and walked towards Jiang Bingshu.

"Come here, boy, I'll send you off. When I first saw you, I felt like a match."

Jiang Bingshu looked at the big man who was nearly two meters tall and nodded.

Everyone around was surprised.

Because the person who stood up has a very special identity.

When he indicated that he wanted to send Jiang Bingshu across the bridge, although many people did not move, their eyes were filled with respect.

This respect is for Jiang Bingshu.

Many people also got up and walked behind the burly man.

The burly man smiled proudly:

"Come on, come beside me."

Jiang Bingshu, who had no idea what to do with all this, recalled the words of the coach, and obediently walked to the burly man's side.

"My name is Yun Yingyang. What's your name?"

"Yes! My name is Jiang Bingshu!"

I always feel that these characters are big bosses, Jiang Bingshu is like a new recruit who has just joined the army, and he answers with great spirit.

"Hahahaha good name, Wanmuchun in front of the sick tree, good omen! Let's go, let's cross the bridge!"

What does crossing the bridge mean? It seems to be related to the ceremony of the disease engraving?

Jiang Bingshu nodded and walked side by side with Yun Yingyang.

Along with them, there were those who followed behind Yun Yingyang.

With a lot of confusion, Jiang Bingshu stepped forward and stepped on the golden bridge that glowed brightly in the night.

At this moment, many images appeared in his eyes.

The wailing streets. Men and women full of strange ailments.

There is the stench of blood organs in the breath, and the rats on the street are eating the corpses of the sick and dead.

The huge statue of the saint has been broken.

The hero who bears the name of a saint has become a wicked outcast.

From the perspective of a teenager, Jiang Bingshu saw the saints being besieged and expelled, and finally submerged in the thick fog.

"My brother's name is Yun Chen."

"In this world, there is no shortage but unevenness. Those with few resources in the inequity are anxious and seeking for the average. Those with more resources in the inequity are arrogant and eager for more."

"This kind of inequality has become a kind of balance. My brother wants to break this balance. So he has become a heretic."

"My brother's fate can be imagined. After his death, I established a chess organization by incognito."

"In order to seek like-minded people and to carry out the saint's will to expel sickness, I have improved the engraving of sickness."

Along with Yun Yingyang's voice, pictures flashed by.

In that era of despair, the sage left, and the disease-free finally saw hope, but what was exchanged was an even more desperate rule in the sick city.

Those wills did not dissipate. With Yun Yingyang's efforts, the first generation of chess organizations was established in the endgame.

"Our original intention was to establish an organization that would fight against the four major groups of elders and secretly imprint healthy people."

"Humanity should not pursue pathological conditions. We hope to implement the will of the saints and establish a new orderly era."

"But with our investigation, we found that the saint's departure and the real reason for my brother's expulsion is not just the greed of power consolidating human nature, but also a deeper reason."

"It's not that the saint is ignorant of human nature, but in the thick fog outside the sick city, there may be something more terrifying."

"It's just the chess organization back then, it's not enough to know more about the truth. And I..."

"I didn't get to the end I expected."

Yun Yingyang's voice disappeared.

The last image that came to Jiang Bingshu's mind was Yun Yingyang in the sick area.

"My destination is here."

This strange disease area seems to be caused by a patient with blood pressure disorder.

When the ward dissipated, only Yun Yingyang's body was found.

He died standing, full of pits and holes. The hand seems to be holding something.

But as the cause dissipated, it seemed to outsiders that he had nothing in his hands.

The first-generation leader of the chess organization, shortly after he was exposed to the conspiracy, died unfortunately because he was dealing with an extremely troublesome disease area.

When Jiang Bingshu recovered, Yun Yingyang, who was with him, had disappeared.

Instead, it was a bookish young man.

"My name is Lin Juan. Before Uncle Yun entered the ward, he became my engraved person. Next, I will take you along the rest of the way."

Jiang Bingshu is a little surprised...

Yun Chen is a saint, he knows this, he heard Liu Bing say it.

But he did not expect that the chess organization was actually founded by Yun Chen's younger brother.

And he didn't expect that such a hero would die so miserably in the ward.

He thought that Uncle Yun Yingyang should be able to walk the bridge with him.

The original heroic uncle suddenly disappeared, making Jiang Bingshu feel at a loss.

But soon, he fell into the memory of the latecomers again.

The young Lin Juan became the new leader of the chess organization.

He led the crowd to diagnose and treat healthy people, but was soon chased by sick people and reported as a cult.

He was criticized as a demon who deprives others of the disease.

Lin Juan didn't care about the words of others, he only knew that if those people didn't get treatment, they would not wait for the disease to hatch, they would just wait for death.

In that year, people's theoretical knowledge about disease incubation was not as rich as it is now.

If it wasn't for Lin Fan, most of those who blindly pursued illness would die because they could not control their illness.

It's just that Lin Juan's final ending was also dead in the ward.

"Jiang Bingshu... It seems that I can only accompany you here."

It didn't take long. Jiang Bingshu didn't record how far he went because there were always various things that Lin Juan had experienced in his mind.

But vaguely, Jiang Bingshu felt that the distance that Lin Wan had walked was not as good as Yun Ying Yang's.

As Lin Juan's voice fell, Jiang Bingshu's mind came up with such a scene.

The bookish Lin Fan is about to die in the ward. But he did not purify the sick area.

Because the ward is in the incubator, there are too many patients there.

Lin Fan found that he couldn't be like the old coach Yun Yingyang...disintegrate the disease area with powerful force.

But he didn't want to die in such a mediocre way, even though he had saved many people in his life.

He recorded the pathological process of various diseases in the sick incubator that had become a diseased area.

Until the last moment of his life, before he was tortured to death by various strange disease rules, he regarded himself as an experimental body, deducing the transformation process of the disease field.

He didn't crack the ward, but the ward experience report he left before his death brought great help to the ward explorer in later generations.

Lin Fan's figure disappeared.

Before Jiang Bingshu had time to grieve, the next person came to him.

"Hello, Jiang Bingshu, my name is Tong Xi."

When one person disappears, another person will continue to move forward with the **** disease tree.

On this bridge, everyone came here like this, and everyone has a final position that they can reach.

Because everyone is dead.

Tong Xi is a beautiful woman. During the process of walking with Tong Xi, the picture that appeared in Jiang Bingshu's mind changed again.

The chess organization after Yun Yingyang and Lin Juan was in a difficult situation.

But Tong Xi, who was not allowed to be a man, started to find another way by relying on her own shrewdness and ability.

She started assigning chess positions, recruiting healthy people, and providing jobs for healthy people.

Relying on his extraordinary mind, he began to integrate many inconspicuous industries in the sick city.

Those are all leftovers that the four major groups do not look down on.

Tong Xi, an extremely outstanding female coach in the history of the chess organization, has laid a certain economic foundation for the chess organization.

It also made later coaches understand some very realistic things - such as the importance of money.

Like a strange man who turned a mess into a luxury hotel.

But this strange man also died in the ward.

It was a strange ward that appeared in an office building.

Relying on the experience left by his predecessors, Tong Xi solved many lesions in the ward, but never found the cause.

This strong woman who helped the shogi organization from the crisis ended up in the strange rules of the disease field...the spine softened and died.

When the people from the chess organization found her body, she was already curled up to an unbelievable degree like a boiled shrimp.

When she was about to die, Tong Xi probably knew that she couldn't get out. She called her lover and child, and her last words were——

"If there is a next life, I hope to be able to love you proudly with a disease-free body."

Tong Xi died.

Jiang Bingshu's eyes were red, and one coach after another died, but there was still a long way to go.

Before he had time to vent his emotions, there was already another person who continued to walk in parallel and took him across this long bridge.

The fourth coach, suffering from cellular telomerase. This is a strange disease.

This disease can lead to a lifelong, limited number of cell divisions. Aging will increase, and you will not be able to live past the age of twenty-five.

But the coach did not appear discouraged. He was still full of enthusiasm for this life without a future.

At the age of twenty-five, he was clearly not yet in his thirties, but he was as old as ancient times.

But as the fourth coach, he lived up to the name of the coach, and the shogi organization became more and more formalized.

With the efforts of the chess players, the number of disease areas in the lung area and stomach area began to decrease significantly.

If there is only one year left in life, many people may choose to indulge themselves to make up for the regrets of the past.

But the coach didn't. He didn't slack off. In the last year of his life, he kept purifying the ailment by himself.

Before Qin Guanqi and Xu Manyu appeared, the fourth head coach held the record for the largest number of wards cleaned in a single year by a chess organization.

He is an outstanding genius, but his disease cannot be cured.

He eventually died in the ward, not because he couldn't purify the ward, but because...

God will not give him more time, he died of old age at the age of twenty-five.

"Don't feel sorry for me, Jiang Bingshu. After all, I'm already dead. Let's keep walking and go to the other side of the bridge."

The fourth coach has disappeared.

Soon, the fifth coach took over.

That's how they are, one after the other, when one dies, the other is on the top.

The fifth coach still died in the ward.

When he was about to die, he thought of his father, who blamed him for not using his sickness ability on the right path.

did not secure enough wealth for his family.

He was a little guilty, but he was not ashamed.

The sixth coach died in the ward. That year, his best friend, as a scholar, sent out a soul torture:

"These people are crazy, and the world is sick. What they are chasing is completely opposite to what we yearn for. As long as people are still chasing a sick life, there will always be new ones in the sick area. They really still have Is salvation necessary?"

The coach did not answer this question.

It's like doctors don't think about it. There will always be patients in this world. What's the difference between saving one more and one less?

In that ward that can make people petrify, waiting for the moment when his life ends, he said to the soldier with a dying body:

"Even in the vast history, our efforts are minimal, but as long as we can make a difference, it is meaningful and necessary."

The sixth coach died and he became a stone sculpture.

The seventh head coach soon took over. The seventh coach died in the ward.

The eighth coach died in the ward.

The ninth coach died in the ward...

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Jiang Bingshu felt the past of these heroes and did not know how far they had traveled.

He only knew that the people around him had changed one by one.

When they are dying, they will look at themselves with encouraging eyes, and then disappear silently, as if they never existed.

Those words on his deathbed moved his face again and again, and great sadness and regret appeared in his heart.

"I can finally rest. It's been a long time... I haven't had a drink with my teacher." The thirteenth coach, Jiang Cheng, died in the ward at the age of forty-seven.

"Brother Shi, can you make me a bowl of noodles at the end? Don't use too much meat, put a little more chili, a little more chopped green onion, I'm really hungry, I'll go to sleep first, wake me up when I'm done, Be sure to wake me up..." The fifteenth coach, Zhang Xiaoyun, died in the ward at the age of twenty-eight.

"Me? It's alright, don't worry about me. When I took over as the coach, I knew my fate. The nineteen people in front of me all died in the ward. I never thought about it from the beginning. It's different from them. It's just that I really want to see the world in the picture scroll." The 20th coach, Chen Bingxi, died in the ward at the age of thirty.

"Xiao Ke, dad is still outside, sorry, dad went to a far, far place this time, um, farther than the brain area, maybe he won't be back for a long time, in the future... you have to listen to mom If you don't, don't bully your mother..." The twenty-fourth head coach, Yuan Shi, died of the disease at the age of thirty-nine.

"It's shameful, am I scared to cry? The people in front of me are so heroic... They can't come to me, they're so useless! Cheer up, Tang Yun! Don't go to **** and be laughed at by the seniors. Ah! I'm not afraid! I'm not afraid!" The twenty-sixth head coach, Tang Yun, died in the ward at the age of seventeen.

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The parallel people changed one after another. Tragic death, experienced one after another.

But each of the parallel coaches looked at Jiang Bingshu with admiration. They did not regret or feel sad.

It seems that this journey will finally come to an end, and Jiang Bingshu has already burst into tears.

It's like the memories of all the coaches when they died, all appeared in his memory.

He couldn't imagine that a healthy person like him could survive in this world, but it was the result of the efforts of so many generations.

Feeling the pride, regret, sadness, anger, and even timidity of those people before they died, he had never felt so uncomfortable.

The heroes of these times could have lived well in the sick city, but they all died on the way to purify the sick area without exception.

There may be chess players who retired alive in the chess organization, but there is no coach who retired alive!

Jiang Bingshu seemed to be squeezing endless emotions in his chest, but he couldn't roar out.

He knows why these people are respectful~www.wuxiaspot.com~ because they think they are the successors.

He is someone who knows that life is terrible and that the road ahead may not be bright, but he wants to take a different path.

After an unknown amount of time, Jiang Bingshu looked behind him and found that there was no parallel person.

He suddenly thought of something and looked forward.

In this corner of the long bridge, which was built by countless people, but no one has reached the other side, stands a lonely figure.

The stars were eclipsed, and all became embellishments. This figure was Qin Guanqi.

When he heard Jiang Bingshu's footsteps, Qin Guanqi turned around.

Everything Jiang Bingshu experienced in Bingyan's engraving was completely experienced when Qin Guanqi was a child.

He is a kind and gentle person. After so many tragic and regretful lives, he, like Jiang Bingshu, was moved to tears.

Since then, Qin Xianyin has disappeared in this world, only Qin Guanqi, who is willing to shoulder the chess organization in the future.

Qin Guanqi didn't say anything, the bridge was still far from the other side, and there were so many parallels in front of it, and they couldn't reach the end.

Qin Guanqi didn't think he could either.

But when he smiled back at Jiang Bingshu, there was no fear in those clear eyes.

He is obviously such a gentle person, but in his bright eyes, he has the aura of fighting against thousands of troops alone.

In just a split second, Jiang Bingshu understood why Sister Che said those words—

"We all believe that after seeing the coach and learning about the organization's past, you will make the right choice."

Qin Guanqi made an inviting gesture, like Jiang Bingshu's next companion, he seemed to say silently:

"Walk with me, bear all the regrets of not reaching the end, and never die."