Mysterious journey

Ouch! ! !

In the gray sky outside the window, a giant white dragon slowly flapped its huge wings and flew across the sky. It made a huge noise.

Garen was wearing a gray robe, standing in front of the window, looking at the petrified white dragon flying by, his eyes vaguely unfocused, as if he was thinking about something.

He is standing in a new study room.

The white study room has off-white walls and floors, and the wall coverings and carpets all exude a damp smell that has just been cleaned.

After standing for a moment, he turned around and looked at Lala who was packing things behind him.

"Have all the things from the original study been moved here?"

"Yes sir." Lara put the rag back into the basin. "Do you have any other instructions? It's now three o'clock in the afternoon. If there's nothing else, I'm going to repair the holes in the study."

"Just nail it with wooden boards and nail a few more layers." Garen ordered.

"Okay." Lala hesitated, "But this will cause air leakage."

"You don't have to worry about it."

"Then I'll go down first."

"Well go ahead."

Garen turned around and sat at the table. His eyes were still unfocused, as if he were looking at a very far away place.

Lala looked at him strangely, turned around and walked out of the new study, closing the door gently.

The footsteps gradually moved away and became quieter.

Garen was still sitting at the table. He didn't move for a long time, just sitting there blankly.

I don't know how long it took, but suddenly there was a clear clicking sound in his arms.

The focus in Galen's eyes suddenly adjusted, he blinked and rubbed his temples on both sides.

"Well, this vision sharing technique still needs some time to get used to. The sights and sounds are completely inconsistent, like sitting in a movie theater watching a pantomime."

He rested for a while, and a trace of doubt appeared on his face again. He took out a delicate pale gold pocket watch from his pocket. The wind on it had stopped.

Garen gently twisted the spring again and set the time on his pocket watch.

"So many days have passed. How long has it been since the last time I met Goethe? Ten days? Twenty days? I always feel like something is wrong with that Alilan." He put down his pocket watch and frowned tightly.

Suddenly, a hint of surprise flashed across Garen's face. He stood up and looked out the window from afar. In that direction was a large area of ​​gray-white building ruins.

Among the large areas of abandoned city walls and buildings, a black beetle half as tall as a man quickly crawled towards the villa.

It had a piece of black trousers worn by humans in its mouth. Dragging behind the trousers was a thin, charred human body.

The human body was wearing long black clothes and trousers, its hair was singed, and the exposed skin on its hands and feet were covered in large areas of black and red ulcers. Being dragged along by beetles, the human body left a clear wet mark on the dirty ground.

The beetle crawled along the flatter ground, bypassed several large and small potholes, and quickly approached the villa.

Gallon opened the window, exerted force on his feet, and jumped out of the window lightly, landing steadily in the yard outside the villa. After standing firm, he took the initiative to meet the black beetle dragging a person.

As soon as I got closer, a festering smell suddenly wafted over.

Garen's brows suddenly furrowed, and he looked around the human body warily.

His whole body was charred, and almost all of his exposed skin was covered with black and red pustules and blisters. These large and small blisters are like ripe purple grapes, clustered in clusters and densely packed. Some of them have been worn out, and black and yellow viscous pus leaks out.

This man's face was covered with tiny pustules, so swollen that it was almost impossible to see his face, and there were only two gaps between his eyes. His lips were purple, his body was swollen, and he seemed to be in a coma.

All of his hair was burnt off, leaving him bald. Half of his scalp seemed to have been torn apart with great force, revealing the scarlet dermal skin.

Garen looked at this man, his eyes narrowed slightly, and a look of vigilance flashed across his face.

"Interesting, it's not so much that I found you, but that you took the initiative to find me. I don't believe that there is such a coincidence, such a large area, that you happened to be unconscious on my territory."

He muttered to himself. Taking a step closer, he squatted down and stretched out his hands to pull off the man's chest clothes.

The black coat was pulled open and he was wearing nothing underneath.

"Woman?" He put on his clothes and stood up, resisting the stench. "Since you took the initiative to find me, I want to see what you want to do."

Garen turned around and strode towards the villa. Behind him, a giant Fukasawa crocodile crawled over. With a slight flick of his tail, he lifted the woman onto his back and followed Garen steadily.

The door of the villa has been opened, and Lala is standing by the door, with a calm expression on her face. She has seen too many weird scenes during this time, and her nerves are obviously numb.

She looked at the back of the Fukasawa giant crocodile following Garen, and the tragic state of the human body made her pale. As she got closer, she had to cover her nose and endure the strong and pungent stench.

The stench was nauseating.

"Go get some water and towels and help her clean her body." Garen whispered,

"Okay. I'll get warm water!" Lala ran towards the kitchen as if she was running away.

Garen turned around and grabbed the man with one hand, put his hand on the man's left shoulder, and gently lifted him off the giant crocodile's back. It's not too dirty, just hold it with both hands.

"Who are you!? Aren't you Jace!?" Suddenly his eyes met a pair of surprisingly bright eyes.

This woman actually spoke, her voice was like a leaky bellows, most of her throat was filled with the noise of vented breath, and her accent was actually a pure Sannia spoken language.

She suddenly turned over and stood up, keeping a meter away from Garen.

"Jace? You really know a lot." Garen narrowed his eyes. Quietly looking at the bald woman in front of her with her hair burned off. "It's such a terrifying vitality. If it were an ordinary person, suffering from injuries like yours, he would have turned into a charred corpse long ago. By the way, your Shannia language is very authentic."

"Shaniya language?" A hint of confusion suddenly appeared in the woman's eyes. "what is that?"

"Tell me, what are you doing with Jace?" Garen asked softly in Shanniya. During this period of time living in the inner city, he also deliberately learned all these commonly used common languages. Anyway, there is plenty of potential now, so there is no need to worry about wasting it. Now it seems very wise to come over.

"Jace?" The woman suddenly became confused. "By the way...what should I do with Jace? Who is Jace?" A trace of panic clearly appeared in her eyes.

Suddenly she covered her head tightly and squatted down, a look of pain on her swollen face.

"My head hurts so much!!" She fell limply to the ground, squirming like a disgusting slug, leaving a pool of wet pus on the floor tiles at the door.

Waves of stench spread out, making Garen, who had an unusually sensitive sense of smell, feel like vomiting.

The flow of this woman's energy and blood was as clear to him as if he saw it with his own eyes.

Her qi and blood were stagnating in her brain, and the rest of her qi and blood were so weak that she could barely maintain her life.

It looks like a mess of knotted red yarn, but the knotting occurs in the head of the brain.

"What's your name?" Garen lowered his voice and conveyed it directly to the woman's ears with secret force.

"What's my name?" The woman's eyes became more and more confused, "I can't remember! My head hurts."

She hugged her head tightly and curled up on the ground, like a caterpillar that was about to be burned to death.

Lala just came over at this time carrying a silver basin and a black towel. Garen raised his hand to stop him.

There was an inexplicable flash in Garen's eyes. "I'll come in person, you go and do other things first."

"Yes." Lala didn't ask anything, just lowered her head and turned around, continuing to do the previous things.

Garen gently lifted the woman up, picked up the basin and towel with one hand, and went directly to the auxiliary bedroom on the second floor.

He tried asking the person some common sense questions along the way, but found that she couldn't remember anything. And judging from the energy and blood, it really doesn't look like lying.

The woman seemed to have suffered some serious blow to the head. Through qi and blood diagnosis, Jia Long found that her head and brain had been partially damaged, and that part of her brain had changed from tofu brain to tofu dregs. A quarter of the volume of the entire brain was destroyed, but this woman was not dead yet and still survived with tenacious vitality.

"It's simply a miracle!" Gallon exclaimed and retracted his hand from the woman's head, looking at the face of the woman whose consciousness was gradually blurring. That face was like the most terrifying and disgusting face in a ghost movie, with swelling, stench, and ulceration. . Like a pile of black and purple rotting meat. If it weren't for the fact that some of the secondary sexual characteristics on her breasts were not still there, no one would be able to tell her gender, and it would even be questionable whether she could be regarded as a human being.

Garen just pressed it, and his palms were covered with sticky, foul-smelling pus. "If you were thrown out on the street like this, the dead babies passing by might regard you as one of the same kind. Your whole body is severely infected and suppurating. If you hadn't met me, you wouldn't even have a one-thousandth chance of survival."

He closed the bedroom door, wet the towel with warm water, wrung it out, then walked to the person beside the bed and gently wiped the pus off her face with the towel.

With his fingers like scissors, he cut all the man's clothes and trousers to pieces with a few strokes, revealing the swollen and deformed body underneath.

Garen took a towel and began to carefully scrub the woman's body, removing all the dirt and blood clots on the surface. I asked Lala to change several basins of water one after another, and finally managed to get them all clean.

Then, he closed the door and told Lala not to come in.

He was alone, his palms slightly glowing like ruby, like hands carved from jade.

Standing in front of the woman, Garen took a deep breath.

“Buzz!!!”

Garen's mouth made a sound like a vibrating bee, and at the same time, the fingers of his hands brought up a large afterimage, and quickly touched the woman's chest, abdomen, head, and legs.

The huge sound waves kept vibrating the woman's whole body. Garen felt like he was treating a charred corpse. His fingers touched the acupuncture points where they should be, and the touch felt like rotten wood.

This is him using secret martial arts methods to temporarily activate his life potential to achieve the purpose of quickly healing his body, similar to Tiangang Ba Lie. It's just that such activation will have a certain impact on the body's lifespan, but at this juncture, if this woman can't survive it, she will probably lose her life, let alone her lifespan.