Lord of Mysteries: Yao Guang

Chaoyang City.

Because the healer's home can no longer accommodate the recent surge in patients, several nearby houses have been borrowed to accommodate those who are weak.

This new city was established not long ago, and the humans living here are still not used to it. They have not been able to regard this place as their "own city". In most cases, they call it a "settlement", and they also retain the "settlement" they once had. Various living habits left behind in the settlement.

This is not the age of mankind. The fragile body does not have the powerful strength inherited. Under the oppression of other races, mankind has never had a homeland of its own.

Even if there are crazier common foreign enemies such as demons and demon wolves, there is no room for humans among metahuman races. Weakness is the root of this situation.

Human settlements are often unstable and may face external threats at any time. It often only takes one group of demons to wreak havoc and they will be razed to the ground. Therefore, most people are ready to escape at any time. This is how they have come throughout this long history.

Survivors and escapees either obtain the minimum life safety through the protection of the metahuman race and become slaves who have lost their freedom.

Therefore, when the number of patients increased, the people in those houses moved out easily.

They didn't have any concept of "home". As long as the healer with a more noble status said so, they quickly packed up their things and vacated their original house without any complaints.

There are still many empty houses in Chaoyang City. Oseikus doesn't know why the Lord has maintained the order to expand. It is clear that the residents here have enough to live in.

But as long as it is the Lord's command, Oseikus will do his best to arrange it, so almost every day there will be new stone houses erected on the outskirts of the town, with simple feldspar bricks dividing the dirt roads of the streets, like It seems to be growing outwards, extending further and further.

Sasril walked slowly through the streets with Zoya on his shoulders.

Most of the Extraordinaries have been recruited by the war legions. However, the craftsmen who join the battle temporarily also learn very quickly. They are not Extraordinary, but human learning ability has never been related to extraordinary power. After simple guidance, They have begun carving different patterns into the stone to beautify the appearance of their houses.

Sitting on Sasril, Zoya moved her head back and forth along the way. Even though his eyes were calm, they were still shining with curiosity, and he kept observing everything around him.

Saslier also intentionally gave Zoya this opportunity to see everything here.

At the beginning, Dazhberg did not completely believe Amanisis's account. He was suspicious of Zoya's origin. However, he came into contact with Zoya's essence head-on, and Zoya happily accepted this "new body" In the end, this suspicion was temporarily put aside.

Dazhberg is deeply interested in Zoya's origin. Judging from the information provided by Amanysis, Zoya was in a relatively closed environment before, and her perception of the outside world was also very confusing.

So Dazhberg hoped that Saslier would take Zoya out for a walk. At least now that Zoya had a more stable body, she didn't have to worry about anything when leaving the courtyard.

"Let him learn to experience the normal world, which may leave a deeper impression on him." Dazhberg said at the time.

And Saslier knew what his other self meant: if he wanted to change Zoya's view of the world, he could only influence him little by little from those subtle places.

This may take a long time.

Saslier looked sideways at the skylark. Its pale yellow feathers occasionally had bright lights floating around, but it was not obvious in the rising sunlight of Dazhbog.

Saslier tapped Skylark's paw: "If you notice anything unusual, please tell me."

Skylark lowered his head slightly, showing a rather meek attitude: "Yes."

"You don't need to be so formal, you can be more casual. We all know that you don't believe in Dazhbog, you are just following the actions of Ouroboros and Medici. At least we are not yet at the stage where we can pay attention to status. There are just too many things to do and there aren’t that many people.”

Sasriel smiled and looked away. A curtain-like shadow surrounded him, blurring his figure. As long as Sasriel deliberately approached the shadows between the houses when moving forward, it would be difficult for ordinary residents to detect him. .

Most of the residents here recognize Sasriel and worship him as the "incarnation of the sun god". If Sasriel really walks in the city without disguise, there will soon be enthusiastic The crowd blocked him from moving.

Sasril didn't like this title very much, but because Dazhborg and He had too many things to do, the revision of the temporary holy book had been delayed, long after Dazhborg's plan to take back his authority.

The afternoon sun is very strong, and there are not many residents on the streets. After all, the entire Chaoyang City has a population of only 30,000. This is only the registered part. There are new teams almost every day, and they are tired and even scarred. body, walking into this city where rumors are constantly spreading.

The first place they visit is often the small courtyard of the healer.

Some of the people who come here have acquired special abilities, and they will take on more important and critical responsibilities, such as healers - not ordinary witch doctors, but true extraordinary people, "healing priests."

If there is a chance to get promoted, the "harvest priest" will not stay in the small courtyard, but go to work in the farmland outside the town. Filling the stomachs of all residents is the city's primary goal. Every day, the city In "Growing Up", more residents are welcomed who desire a stable life, and sufficient food is also the basis of this life.

Saslier approached the stone house with wooden boards hanging high on it. A huge red cross was painted on the wooden boards, and rough stone piles were used to surround the yard.

The idea of ​​a "healing home" also came from Daribog's plan, which is a "medical institution" with a clear purpose. But Dazhberg can only give a general framework. What exactly should be done is left to those enthusiastic young people to build it themselves.

However, tents were also set up in the yard. Some thick grass stalks and leather were stacked randomly to serve as temporary beds. There were patients lying on each bed. Most of them were too weak to get up and were in a daze. During sleep, there are occasionally one or two coughs or retching.

While walking under the tent, Saslier was also observing carefully. The symptoms of these patients were also very uniform. They all had black and blue limbs. Some even had frostbite on their hands and feet, but their faces were red and shiny, and their foreheads were constantly growing. Sweat breaks out.

Without further exploration, Saslier could immediately judge that these people were affected by some mysterious substance, which caused such inconsistent pathological changes, and they were in a state of extreme cold and extreme heat at the same time.

Saslier stopped next to a depressed middle-aged man. The man's condition was not very serious, but the convulsions of his stomach made him lie on the bedside and make a violent retching sound.

Nothing came out. The middle-aged man raised his head alertly because someone was approaching, staring blankly at the shadow spreading in front of him and a black-haired man exposed in the shadow.

"Can I see how you are doing?" Saslier asked.

After seeing Saslier's face clearly, the man nodded hurriedly,

Saslier stretched out his hand and touched the man's forehead, heart and abdomen, then felt the condition of the limbs in more detail, and pondered for a while.

Zoya didn't understand what he was doing, so she looked at Sasril's actions and moved her wings and claws in confusion.

Saslier nodded towards the middle-aged man: "If you are afraid, just close your eyes first."

The middle-aged man was too nervous to face the "Incarnation of the Sun God" and was completely speechless. He just stuttered twice and nodded desperately.

Saslier's fingers traced down and landed on the middle-aged man's chest. The skin clinging to the bones seemed to have acquired an independent life, including the lungs deep in the body below, which began to repeat the process of agitation and contraction. .

The middle-aged man looked down in horror, but could not react at all. He did not feel pain. Instead, waves of heat were slowly flowing to his limbs with the compression and release of his heart and lungs, making him more and more stiff. His fingers became warm again.

This change only lasted for more than ten seconds, and Saslier withdrew his hand: "This should help you relieve the pain, but you need to stay here and continue to recuperate."

"Thank you! Thank you for your blessing!" The middle-aged man lowered his head excitedly, clasped his hands and kept praying in a low voice.

Saslier stood up with a smile and continued to walk between the tents to observe the situation. The smell of boiling herbs filled the air, so strong that it made the back of the tongue taste bitter.

"Zoya, do me a favor and look at the fate of this place."

The skylark's eyes gradually closed, and the long silver river flowed in the perception, reflecting the clear and distinct shadow of life. Zoya didn't peep for a long time and quickly regained consciousness.

Sasriel had been watching for His reaction: "What do you see?"

"The shadow of death," Skylark's pale eyes began to look around again, "there are malicious figures lingering, but life is still there."

"Yes, all the efforts they are making now are to prevent the shadow from spreading. The patients are trying to survive, and the doctors are trying to snatch them back."

Saslier's voice was very heavy.

"Chernobog, I don't understand." Zoya tightened her paws and looked back at a child who was sleeping and sobbing constantly. She was lying alone on her bed without any family around her. "Since you don't want to see them suffer, you and Dazhbog can cure them all."

"Yes, I can save them once, ten times, or a hundred times. This is insignificant for the power I have. If one day I can no longer save them, then who will they turn to for help?"

As Saslier said this, his eyes stayed on the girl for a moment, and he walked over and patted her back gently. The coldness in the girl's limbs was dispelled, and her tears in sleep gradually subsided.

Saslier let out a long sigh, left the young patient's bedside, and walked towards the stone house in the middle of the "healing home".