"How could this happen?" I asked Dongyao.

He turned over the honeycomb brain tissue with a dagger, "There may be other external factors, because even now, the specific activities and replication mechanisms of prions are not very clear. As far as I know, prion proteins are human

and the products encoded by genes in normal cells of animals.”

"Are you saying that something else triggered this pathology?"

"Yes, they ate human flesh. This curse of cannibalism engraved in their genes caused them to reap the consequences. In the end, it infected many innocent people."

"Then look at the situation they are infected with now, do you still have any way to treat it?"

"There must be a way... There must be a way, but I need some time to find out the real cause of the infection. By the way, have you ever had tuberculosis?"

"Huh? Tuberculosis?" I don't understand why Dongyao asked me this question without thinking.

"I don't seem to have the impression..."

"He got through it," Wen Na said.

"Huh? How do you know?" I don't even know that I have this disease. How did Wen Na know about it?

"Is there any connection between having this disease and the current virus?" Wen Na didn't answer me, but continued to ask Dongyao.

"As for the connection, there is no connection. The main reason I ask this is to say one thing. After someone is infected with this virus, even if he is cured, his sense of smell will still have problems, and his sense of smell and taste will no longer be as sick.

It’s more sensitive now.”

"This should be a normal pathological injury, right? But I feel... my sense of smell is pretty good."

"Pathological damage? Then you may have other lung problems. Viruses and bacteria are two different things. After your disease is cured, there will be no problems with modern medical equipment, including various tests. From modern times

Medically speaking, you are completely healed, but Chinese medicine doesn’t see it that way.”

"Sickness comes like a mountain and goes away like a thread. After a while, it will be better if you take care of yourself."

"Wrong, this is not a matter of raising your lungs. After your lungs are infected by other viruses, the body that dominates the lungs is damaged and is taken over by doves."

The words "dove takes over the magpie's nest" come from the mouth of Dongyao, a man who once occupied other people's bodies and is still occupying other people's bodies, which makes me feel a little unnatural.

"So what is the relationship between tuberculosis and the current virus? I don't know much about this. I need you to explain it to me..."

"You don't understand. No matter how detailed I say it, you won't understand. I'll just give you a rough idea. I think these people's souls or souls have been damaged and occupied."

"Isn't that something you're good at?"

"Yes, so now I want to take his spirit body." Dongyao pointed to the man lying on the ground with his scalp and skull lifted, "I want to absorb his spirit body, and then go in and see what's going on.

Something went wrong."

"Okay, I understand." It turned out that he was afraid that I would misunderstand that he would go back to his old business...

"I need you to do me a favor."

"What's the deal?"

"You have also seen that this man's mind has become like this now. It is obvious that his soul is incomplete and he is slowly turning into a walking zombie. Therefore, my method is dangerous. What if... I go in and come out?

Don’t come...you...you," Dongyao turned to Wen Na, grabbed Wen Na's hand and continued, "You are from the early Yuan Dynasty, my teacher! What you know and see is far above me.

...If I can't get out...will you drag my spirit body out of the mire?"

Wen Na nodded vigorously, "I will, I won't let you get stuck in it."

With Wen Na's guarantee, Dongyao looked solemn, like a soldier about to go to the battlefield...

He began to recite some strange language. I couldn't hear a word clearly, but I could see the body of the man lying on the ground gradually floating off the ground, hanging half a meter above the ground. Then, Dongyao's reciting sound

It became more and more intense, almost to the point of roaring. The man's mouth finally slowly opened, and some dimly lit smoke came out of his mouth...

"His spirit body has almost been eaten away..." Wen Na said softly next to him.

"I'm going in!" After Dongyao finished speaking, he lowered his head and pressed forward. Then Dongyao and the man fell to the ground at the same time. The man whose skull was opened began to twitch violently. After about thirty seconds, he couldn't stop.

Moved.

"Dongyao?" I patted the man's face and called Dongyao, but there was no response!

"Did he go in?" I asked Wen Na.

"We're in, don't worry, wait a moment..."

Time passed by, and the man had no other reaction except frowning...

"Wenna, look!" I pointed to the beads of sweat on the man's cheeks, "Is he trapped?"

Wen Na put her palms together with the person on the ground, closed her eyes, and then pulled Dong Yao's spirit body out of the person!

I saw that the color of Dongyao's spirit body became lighter... His spirit body was also constantly depleting...

He returned to his previous body, and after a long pause he stood up with a frightened expression! It seemed like he had experienced something very terrifying!

"What's wrong? What did you see?"

"It's something... I've never seen before... This kind of thing is neither a spirit nor a virus... I don't know how to explain it... I feel... they don't seem to be like us.

Things of the world...no, not..."

I don't know what Dongyao saw in that person's body, but his words started to be confusing and logical...

"Don't be anxious, speak slowly."

"After I went in... I felt the changes in his body and the changes in various energy elements in the body. I wanted to find the key reason for the sudden and violent disease. I found that there was a seemingly normal thing in his body.

The cells, as soon as my spirit body was injected into it, unknowingly split into countless similar cells, and these cells were able to entangle my spirit body in a short period of time! Like countless mosquitoes covering it

My skin is like that, they keep biting me, but I can't get rid of it... This feeling is too scary! And how is this possible!"

"Then is there anything we can do now?" I asked Dongyao.

"There are still ways. I can test who is carrying this terrible virus and separate those who are infected from those who are at risk."

"Can the infected people be saved?"

"I will seal their souls with iron nails first, which should be able to delay the infection process for a while...but I am not sure about curing them now..."

The three of us extracted the spiritual bodies of all the refugees in the quarantine area. Most of them had very few spiritual bodies left. There were only two or three people, so it was relatively complete.

"What about the remaining people?" I asked Wen Na and Dongyao.

"Fire cannot destroy these viruses, so what else can be done?"

"Perhaps we can take them all to the crater."

Wen Na's suggestion is a feasible solution.

"I see that you are very weak now...these remaining spirits...why don't you just eat them?"

Dongyao didn't shirk the blame. He looked very hungry. He sniffed the faint smoke in the air and finally felt better.

After that, he tested everyone in the camp. Fortunately, except for three medical soldiers, no one else in the desert camp was infected. Dongyao's final diagnosis of Ada's previous symptoms was: psychological effects.

"Why are the medical soldiers infected? They have never eaten the same kind of meat!"

"Perhaps there is a recessive family inheritance, and they have always carried this virus in their bodies, and it was activated in this environment, so they became pathologically ill..."

Dongyao used iron nails to kill all the spirits of those with mild symptoms. They would not lose their minds so quickly in the short term, but this only delayed their death, but for people

It is said that death is certain, and the delay is to find a way to cure them, or a better way to prolong their death longer...

When Dongyao was about to drive nails into the body of Xiao Liu, the head of the medical team, Lao Yang came over specially.

"Can Xiao Liu be saved?" Lao Yang asked.

"You are still alive, but you have hope..." I tried my best to think of these comforting words for Lao Yang.

"After being nailed, will he be similar to those puppets in the shed?"

Dongyao nodded, and Lao Yang's tears instantly overflowed from his eyes, flooding his face with grooves...

"Can you find a way to let me talk to Xiao Liu again?"
Chapter completed!