Chapter 100: Chapter 93 The Awakening of the Local
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Mukuai 1234. looked at Xien Waidao with displeasure, “Companion, can you please stop saying those peculiar things in front of the common folk?”
“It’s fine, I quite enjoy seeing their confused reactions. After all, I’m a ‘fun player,’ not a ‘role-playing gar’.”
Role-playing gars are those who, in the world of “dic,” act and speak in ways befitting the identity of a dic, striving to imrse themselves completely in this world.
But fun players love seeking different ways to play, striving to break the bounds of the ga system, finding more joy in the ga.
One should play gas with a smile, and as for whether others smile or not, that’ s beyond my control.
Mukuai 1234 sighed once again.
All these outsiders were sent by the Great Heavenly Lord to save the world. They had excellent talents, learned quickly, could help nd the world, repel disease, and just required virtue in return.
However, their temperants were varied and strange, like the Xien Waidao in front of her who always did inexplicable things.
If only it were possible to choose one’s own companions, she really wouldn’t want to act together with him.
It’s not that she’s always silent, she just doesn’t want to talk to you.
Following Xien Waidao’s instructions, Mukuai 1234 directly exchanged the dicinal ingredients for finished products and then handed them to Li.
Li’s first reaction to receiving the dicine was not gratitude but fear.
In these troubled tis, there was little feeling between people. The nearby City Lords just strung along their lives, letting them survive only to produce disease. How could anyone be so kind-hearted as to co over and help treat illness? Clutching the dicine, Li hesitated for a long ti, still unable to figure out why they would help him, but not daring to ask.
They might look pretty, but for all he knew, they might be ruthless and brutal inside, ready to slaughter him at the slightest displeasure.
His old body really couldn’t withstand such tornt.
As Li hesitated, there suddenly ca a knocking at the door.
Unlike them, the weak old folks and the young people full of disease, the person knocking sounded solid and forceful, carrying an air of arrogance and unreasonableness.
Before they arrived, Li had a feeling.
The visitors were here for Xien Waidao and Mukuail234.
After hiding them in a decrepit back room, Li tremblingly stepped forward and opened the door, only to see three robust constables rush in.
They were young and strong, but they had no disease on them.
In their arms, each one wore a piece of green jade that the City Lord had acquired at great expense from the Demon Lord Temple, which could repel evil and disaster, and resist the invasion of disease.
The jade’s effectiveness was limited, however, protecting only one person and needing recharging with Mana every ten days. This made the City Lord beholden to the arrangents of the Demon Lord Temple.
Apart from being disease-free, these constables could eat at, train in martial arts to refine their bodies, and a knife in hand ant they could slaughter a village. Ordinary people were less than chickens or dogs in front of them.
After opening the door, the lead constable pushed Li aside, stood in the yard, looked around, and said, “We just saw a purple light flash here. Do you have any idea what that was about?”
Li’s heart skipped a beat.
Indeed, they were here for the dic.
After pondering for a mont, just as he was about to answer, a purple light flashed inside the house, and the disease in the air opened up once again.
Then Xien Waidao dragged his young son over, shouting fiercely, “Don’t co any closer! I’ll kill him if you do!”
“Hmph, a re dic trying to threaten us like so bandit! We don’t need him alive, chop him to death!”
Drawing out their machetes, the constables rushed forward and hacked Xien Waidao to death.
Dragging the bloody corpse with them, the constables turned to leave, but not before threatening, “These dics are all lunatics, and the Demon Lord Temple is very displeased. Don’t associate with them from now on. You were supposed to be taken in for questioning as well, but since you seed to be coerced, take this Plague Chicken as walk-away money.”
The tumored Plague Chicken was taken away, and as it left, its eyes coldly watched Li.
It wasn’t until they had gone that Li stood still for a while before waking from his stupor and hurrying to his son’s side.
He had assud his son would suffer so minor injury in the recent commotion, but upon closer inspection, he discovered not only was there no injury, the wound on his arm had significantly healed, presumably Xien Waidao’s doing.
What’s more, his son’s previously burning forehead was now cool to the touch, and the son, regaining consciousness, opened his eyes, looked at Li, and uttered his first words in three days.
“Dad… I’m hungry…”
“Oh, Dad went to find food.”
“No need, I brought so.”
The familiar voice that rose made Li shiver down to his bones.
Turning his head, he saw Xien Waidao and Mukuai 1234 standing right behind him, holding the food that had just been exchanged with morality.
The sll of blood still lingered in the air, and the bloodstains on the ground had not yet dried. Li had just watched the other party being killed and dragged away, but now they were standing there as if nothing had happened.
Covering his mouth, Li tightly controlled his throat, it took a while before he could calm himself a bit.
Struggling to contain his voice, he asked tremblingly, “Are you, are you a human or a ghost?”
“Neither, I am a healer.”
“Are all healers ghosts?”
Watching the extrely frightened Li, Xien Waidao couldn’t help but screenshot the scene and then said to Mukuai 1234 beside him, “See, this is how you should play gas, the reactions of these NPCs are really too funny!” Mukuai 1234 sighed again.
Looking up at the sky, she began to wonder when she could deplete all her virtue and then return to rest with Heavenly Tao.
Following such an odd outlander was really exhausting.
But the other party had accumulated too much virtue, and she felt she couldn’t leave even if she wanted to.
Heavenly Tao, save !
Although still very wary of Xien Waidao, at the crucial mont, Li decisively reacted.
He quickly shut the door and then invited the two inside his room, closing the room door before feeling sowhat safer.
Looking at the food handed over by Xien Waidao, Li hesitated for a long ti but finally opened it and found a bowl of steaming rice porridge.
The porridge was so thick that a pair of chopsticks could stand upright in it; it also contained chopped Leaf greens and marbled at.
The porridge must have been simred for a long ti, with the aroma of rice, at, and greens all mingling together, making it extraordinarily appetizing.
Slling the aroma, his younger son once again opened his eyes, his misty eyes fixated on the bowl of porridge, filled with desire.
At this mont, Li had a host of questions.
For instance, where did this porridge co from, and why is it still so hot?
You were clearly killed, so how can you still appear?
What exactly are you healers, why can you heal diseases, and why do the constables seize you?
But in the face of survival instinct, Li finally took an empty bowl, portioned off one-third of the rice porridge, and handed it to his younger son.
Unlike the dark and thick gruel, the rice porridge was tasty with salt added, and a hint of sesa oil.
The at was marbled, giving it a savory taste.
The instinct for life made the younger son recognize that this was good stuff and he gulped down the porridge, absorbing the nutrients.
As the nourishnt entered his body, like rainwater on barren land, it moisturized his physical body and a glow appeared in his eyes.
Having quickly finished his share of the rice porridge, the younger son subconsciously looked at the remaining portion, just about to ask for more, he forcibly held back.
Slowly, he licked his bowl clean, even licking around the rim, before reluctantly handing the immaculate bowl, free of any residue, back to Li.
“Dad, I’m full.”
Li glanced at the remaining porridge.
This was what he had planned to give to his eldest son and his family, but his younger son was still growing, and the porridge was important too.
Just as he was torn about what to do, Xien Waidao reached out and conjured up another bowl of steaming rice porridge.
“Don’t worry, I have plenty.”
Seeing another bowl of rice porridge appear, Li was certain.
No matter if you are a human or a ghost, just for these two bowls of porridge, I, Li, would give you my life!
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