Chapter 147 Silence

"I didn't." Yi Cha was about to fall asleep, sitting in a room that was smashed to pieces and even weirder due to substandard cleaning and repairs.

"You are really seriously ill." Keqier pressed his eyebrows and pushed them upward - the devil's reaction was to turn over and grunted. "Look..." Ke Qier retracted his hand. "Uh. You can't see. But the flames in your eyes are getting smaller."

"I'm bored. I haven't done anything bad in a long time."

"That's not it. The most important thing is that you didn't blow my fingers off when I poked you. You didn't even plan on that. Don't say 'I'm used to you angels', you're really sick. Trust my judgment once."

"Okay. Just believe it."

Ke Qier looked at him with wide eyes, as if he had heard something terrible.

"You really caught that plague. For real this time," the angel stammered. "Oh my God. I was just making sure. You're probably sick enough to die!!!"

Icha snorted slowly. "so what?"

"Do you need treatment?"

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It could be three hours later, or three days later. Ke Qier appeared again. He seemed active, excited, and dressed oddly. My mental state has changed a lot compared to last time. Let Yicha not be able to determine the time even more. There may also be factors such as limited effort and limited observation. After all, the angel pulled him out of the ashes of the fireplace and threw him on a new chair. After busying for a long time, he reluctantly raised his eyelids and glanced at him.

"We've got that confirmed now," said Kirchur.

Yi Cha found that the ceiling had been repaired at some point. The windows and doors were also nailed shut. The angels had apparently come here again by that invisible trick of passing through matter. He crossed his arms and looked authoritative. This is rare.

"You are infected with a rare plague that has only been documented but has no cure."

Ke Qier's tone had never been more serious. "We temporarily named it 'quiet'. You have already felt its symptoms - no motivation, continuous decline in will and spirit. You will become lazier and lazier - too lazy to eat, excrete, move, make any changes. Eventually Disability.

This plague is very contagious. It can be transmitted through the eyes. In other words, whoever sees you will be infected with this plague. "

Icha grunted in response to this.

The chair was comfortable, but he still wanted to slide down it and lie on the floor. It is quite natural for a rock to fall down when it is on a cliff. Why couldn't he just stretch out on the floor?

He did so immediately. The next second, Ke Qier pulled him back to his original position and covered him with a restraining blanket.

"You don't need 'polite' at any time. It's just a hindrance to you. I know." There was a hint of apology in the angel's voice. "But I think after you recover, you may feel that 'dignity' can still be of some use."

Really? Icha is a little skeptical at the moment. But he graciously let this minor flaw go.

"Rock." He pointed at himself with a finger, his voice muffled - it was a little difficult to get his paws out from under the blanket, and he was starting to feel a little lazy about doing so. "I--"

Keqier leaned forward to listen. But Icha was too lazy to say anything.

"Rocks roll downhill, why can't you do that?" the angel completed. Icha looked at him sideways. Could it be that Ke Qier can also read information from the faces of others? No. wrong. There is still a subtle difference between his thoughts. So the angel was speculating rather than reading it literally.

"Then why are the stars hanging in the sky?"

Because they are stupid and dirty and forget that they fall down, which is disgusting. Yi Cha thought. There are, of course, many sane explanations. It's a piece of cake to explain them in three seconds. But he didn't want to send out any insults or rational explanations. Why couldn't he just slip to the floor?

He calmed down for a second. Or a hundred seconds. Press the tip of your claw against the side of your forehead. "I looked at you," he said. "I just saw it. You saw me. That's bullshit."

"I covered my eyes." The angel explained by tugging on the film on his eyes.

Um. He had seen it a long time ago. Just too lazy to analyze what it is. "You saw me last time."

"Yes. Uh. But we found that angels have a certain resistance to this plague. I mean the so-called 'real' angels. That is... me. I may not get sick from seeing you. But You still can't run around. There are too many different guys out there now. I dare say most of them don't even have the ability to withstand broken legs. Uh. If you run out now and let everyone look around , I dare say that within half a day, the entire Weixing Qimian will become a hotbed of plague."

"What about a breeding ground for plague? That's part of hell."

"It can't be a breeding ground for this plague. Not really, my friend. Even you can't be sick for long. Absolutely not. Look at you...we have to cure you. Until then we can only The trip to the Vientiane Forest has been put on hold. So has the research on collapse cessation.”

"I'm not even interested."

"Oh my God." Ke Qier took a deep, deep breath. It sounds painful. After he calmed down, his tone was still a little sad. "Hang in there, my friend. We will cure you."

"Whatever." Yi Cha said.

It was quiet for two seconds. The angel didn't speak either. Yi Cha reluctantly used his brain. A question comes to mind:

"'who are we?"

"It's me and Dodi." Ke Qier replied softly.

"Who is Dodie?" No. He had to ask. He's not terminally ill yet. We can't tolerate such stupid names going in one ear and out the other.

"Dodie was Andy's friend," Kirkcher said. "Andy is Dosmas' friend."

Friend is shit. To check. If there really is a plague, it is the plague called "Friends" that Keqier got. Why can he describe any relationship as friends? never mind. He didn't bother to find out why.

Dodie. Andy.

Andy is the archlich who was taken away by Dosmas.

Dodie…

"Dodi just came to Dosmas two days ago. Uh, I'm sorry I couldn't explain it clearly." Keqier said. "Dosmas asked me to help him get familiar with the environment of Wei Xing Qi Meng. He said that I am the founder, so I must know better. He and Andy can concentrate on doing things at Yi Metz..."

"Dosmas, what does he want from you?"