Outside the school, a group of children about eleven or twelve years old were walking forward talking and laughing.
For children of their age, the happiest time every day is after school. During this time, they can wander around and go back to their respective homes when they are hungry.
At the front of the crowd, Wei Tongguang was arming himself with two friends, discussing how to "get" something from Mr. Liu Wu's vegetable garden today.
At this moment, a little girl who was only one meter tall, maybe only five or six years old, wearing a purple and blue dress, quickly caught up and stopped in front of them.
"Stop! Leave my things!"
…
What's this?
Some pictures suddenly appeared in my mind.
Someone's memory? I make such a guess.
Yes, someone, not a holy demon.
Although there is no reason, I feel this way, and I know clearly:
What I see now is not the memory of the Holy Demon!
But, if it’s not the Holy Demon, whose memory does it belong to?
Who is that child named "Lin Muyin"?
Day 30:
In the cell, he sat up from the holy demon again and finally sighed, "I am indeed dead."
What should I do if I die but cannot be reincarnated or return to my former body?
Why did I become a lonely ghost?
Is it because the physical body has not yet been laid to rest?
Or is it because he was kidnapped for no apparent reason, and was killed for no apparent reason, so he will die in peace?
If it's the former, then there's not much I can do as a ghost.
if the latter one……
Boom, boom, boom... It was obviously a soul body, but I could clearly feel the dull heartbeat.
It turns out that the feeling of the soul is similar to that of the body.
Want to go see it?
See the true face of this mysterious organization.
Well, go for it.
At least you need to know whose hands you died by and why.
What if, when I see Lord Yama in the future, I have to register?
Day 31:
I saw the girl again, and I saw her struggling to throw her small backpack on Wei Tongguang's face.
I saw: When Wei Tongguang grabbed the bag that hit his face and tried to take it off, the little girl rushed up at a very fast speed and kicked him in the stomach, knocking him down. , then sat on him and punched him hard in the face one after another.
"Why, steal that bracelet!"
"Why did you touch his things!"
"Why don't you give it back to me!"
"Why, you want to hurt me!"
Boom!
She punched the boy in the right eye and shouted angrily: "Cry! Cry for me!"
"I won't beat you if you cry!"
…
She was obviously the one who beat someone up, so why did she cry so sadly, so wronged, and so scared?
Why is she, a five- or six-year-old child, covered with bandages on her left forearm?
Why is there red oozing from her right sleeve?
Why does a child like her make people feel that she is decisive and decisive?
Who is she? What have you experienced?
What does she have to do with the Holy Demon and me?
After thinking hard to no avail, I played with the cat in the afternoon.
Day 32:
The Holy Demon Disease finally alerted the King of Youzhou, who sent an army to blockade the entire Youzhou.
Anyone who leaves Youzhou territory without authorization will be killed without mercy.
Thirty-three days:
I followed Wen Shi to Wen Miao's room.
"You drank the blood of the holy demon." Wen Shi spoke, his words were light and not a question.
"Yeah." Wen Miao huddled on the bed and murmured weakly.
"Why!" Wen Shi asked urgently.
Yes, why?
She is obviously a doctor, and she knows about the Holy Demon Disease.
Why should we drink the blood of the holy demon? Why should we drink the blood of those patients? Why should we take the initiative to catch the disease ourselves?
After thinking about it, I can't think of the reason, so I can only let Wen Shi ask.
"I can't save them." Wen Miao whispered, her voice weak.
"Then you can't ruin yourself like this!" Wen Shi said loudly.
She obviously thought Wen Miao was too guilty and gave up on herself because she couldn't save anyone.
"No, it's..." Wen Miao twisted on the bed, seeming to be struggling to remember.
She tried her best to speak, but she had to gasp for a long time every time she said a word.
Well, I probably wouldn’t be surprised if she died in the next second.
She stretched out a hand and pointed to the table on one side, "That, that side..."
There was a stack of paper on the table, and something was written densely on the paper.
That paper recorded all of Wen Shi's research on the Holy Demon Disease.
Most of the sentences on the paper are not coherent. It seems that the owner just writes whatever comes to mind, and adds something new whenever he thinks of it.
Some of the situations recorded on those papers were certain, some were deduced, and some were purely her conjectures.
The first few pictures were about the pathological analysis of the Holy Demon Disease, what diseases it was similar to, and what methods it might be able to treat.
But slowly, Juanxiu's fonts on the paper became messy. There was a piece of paper that listed more than a dozen treatment methods, but she scratched them out again.
At this time, she seemed to have seen the power of the Holy Demon Disease. It was different from any condition she had ever known before, and scarier than any of them.
Later on, the breaks between sentences became more and more random. At this time, she no longer cared about rhetoric or fonts. She just wrote casually and took notes.
Then, the number of words on the paper recording the treatment methods gradually became less and less. At the same time, the words describing her psychology began to appear in large chapters.
Through those messy fonts, I seemed to feel her disappointment, uneasiness, and even final despair.
The font is neat again.
There was only one sentence written on this piece of paper:
You must understand the Holy Demon Disease.
At the end of this sentence, a huge ink dot was left on the paper. It seemed that the owner of the pen had stayed for a long time when writing this, and the pen stopped for a long time.
The next one is all about her own mental activities.
She knew that even if a patient was sick, it would be impossible for him to tell all his discomforts as completely as a sick doctor.
The patient's incomplete description may mislead the doctor's judgment and lead to wrong diagnostic results.
Is this what she said about understanding the Holy Demon Disease?
She actually planned to get sick herself to learn about it!
The moment I realized this, I suddenly felt that the petite figure huddled on the bed had become no longer weak and had become unusually tall.
But, it's not worth it.
Because I am extremely sure that she will never be able to defeat the Holy Demon Disease, even if it costs her life.
She drank the blood of the holy demon.
There was no discomfort on the first day, but she made a special note of it on the second day.
On the first day after drinking the blood of the holy demon, she couldn't stay awake while practicing, and the more she practiced, the more drowsy she became.
I know that cultivators' practice can replace rest to a certain extent. While cultivators absorb spiritual energy, they can gradually restore their own energy.
After practicing, I feel sleepy. This is not normal.
Of course Wen Miao also discovered this, and she wrote down her doubts and guesses.
The poison of the holy demon may be a poison targeting spiritual energy.
The next day while she was practicing the situation worsened: she fell asleep.
On the third day, she still didn't feel any discomfort. Apart from being sleepy during practice, she seemed no different from before.
So on the fourth day, she drank the blood of several patients who died of the holy demon disease.
As she hoped, her temperature rose that afternoon and her whole body ached.
The subsequent fonts are getting more and more messy, and some of them even have incompatible prefaces and subtexts. When she turned to the last few pages, she seemed to be delirious. Sometimes there was only one word per line, and sometimes she started writing directly from the lower right corner to the upper left corner of the paper.
In the penultimate picture, all the ink is connected together, almost forming a strange painting.
In the last one, she seemed to have regained consciousness. The words were written in large but clear words.
"The holy demon poison will cause spiritual energy disease."
"The holy demon poison is caused by spiritual energy."
"Aura can suppress the holy demon poison to a certain extent, but the aura will be contaminated by the poison."
"Only when the holy demon poison is combined with spiritual energy will it become a poison that can truly harm cultivators."
"Dissipate the spiritual energy throughout the body and treat it according to ordinary diseases, which can prolong life."
"Holy demon poison is an ordinary plague to mortals."
Day 34:
He traveled all over the Wen Family and the Youzhou Territory.
He couldn't believe how a terrorist organization could be bigger than a province.
He did not believe in evil and flew high into the sky. He wanted to see further and see the familiar mountains and rivers. But what appeared in front of him was a strange world.
He saw a mountaintop explode, and an old man in slovenly clothes burst out laughing. He saw a sea of fire in the distance, but the next moment it was covered by a layer of black clouds, and the sea of fire disappeared, and every black shard disappeared. A skull made of gas flew out of the clouds with a strange smile; he saw a huge and long mountain range in the far east. On a peak, a three hundred meter long black dragon led by thirty-six giant beasts besieged him. A man who looks like an immortal...
It turns out that this is no longer the world I know.
I have traveled through time.
