In the gray sky outside the window, a giant white dragon slowly flapped its huge wings and flew across the sky, causing a huge sound of wind.
Garen was wearing a gray robe and stood in front of the window, looking at the petrified white dragon flying by. His eyes were 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." Lala put the rag back into the basin. "Do you have any other instructions? It's 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."
"Okay, go ahead."
Garen turned around and sat at the table, his eyes still unfocused, as if he was 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 sound of 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 Gallon's eyes suddenly adjusted, he blinked and rubbed his temples on both sides.
"Well, it still takes a while to get used to this spell. The sight and sound don't match at all. It's 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 arms, and 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 a distance. In that direction, there was a large area of gray-white building ruins.
A half-human-tall black beetle quickly crawled towards the villa among the large abandoned city walls and buildings.
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, and its hair was singed. The exposed skin on its hands and feet were covered in large areas of black and red ulcers. It was dragged along by beetles, and the human body was lying on the dirty ground.
Leaves a clear wet mark.
The beetle crawled along the flatter ground, bypassed several large and small potholes, and quickly approached the villa.
Galen opened the window, used his strength to jump out of the window, and landed steadily in the yard outside the villa. After standing firm, he took the initiative to meet the black beetle dragging people.
As soon as I got closer, a smell of festering stench suddenly wafted over me.
Garen's brows suddenly furrowed, and he looked around the human body warily.
His whole body was charred, and almost all the exposed skin was covered with black and red pustules and blisters. These large and small blisters were like ripe purple grapes, clustered in clusters and densely packed. Some of them had been worn out,
Black and yellow viscous pus oozes out.
This man's face was covered with tiny pustules, so swollen that his face could hardly be seen clearly, and there were only two gaps between his eyes. His lips were purple and his whole body was swollen, as if he was falling into a coma.
All his hair was burned off, and half of his scalp seemed to have been torn with great force, revealing the scarlet dermal skin.
Garen narrowed his eyes slightly as he looked at this man, a look of vigilance flashing across his face.
"Interesting, it's not so much that I found you, it's more 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. He took a step closer, squatted down, and stretched out his hands to pull open the man's chest and clothes.
The black coat was pulled open, and a pair of almost half-rotten breasts popped out like two largest purple-red pustules.
"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 the distance got closer, she had to cover her nose and endure the strong and pungent stench.
The stench is disgusting.
"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. No, he just held 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 Sannian spoken language.
She suddenly turned over and stood up, keeping a meter distance from Garen.
"Jace? You really know a lot." Garen narrowed his eyes and looked quietly at the bald woman in front of him, whose hair was burned off. "What a terrifying vitality. If an ordinary person suffered an injury like yours,
He has long been turned into a charred corpse. By the way, your Sanyan dialect 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, he can use his potential now.
If you have more, you don’t have to worry about waste. Now it seems that it is very wise to come here.
"Jess?" The woman suddenly became confused. "By the way...what should I do with Jace? Who is Jace?" There was a clear trace of panic in her eyes.
Suddenly, she tightly covered her head and squatted down, with 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 Galen feel like vomiting as he had an unusually sensitive sense of smell.
The flow of this woman's energy and blood could be felt by him as clearly as if he saw it with his own eyes.
A large amount of her Qi and blood were stagnating in the brain, and the Qi and blood in the rest of her body were so weak that she could barely maintain her life without declining.
It looks like a mess of knotted red yarn, except that 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 held her head tightly and curled up on the ground, like a caterpillar that was about to be burned to death.
At this time, Lala came over carrying a silver basin and a black towel. Garen raised his hand to stop her.
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 and continued 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 to ask this person some common sense questions along the way, but found that she couldn't remember anything. And judging from her energy and blood, it really didn't look like she was lying.
This woman seemed to have suffered a very serious head impact. Through Qi and blood diagnosis, Gallon found that her head and brain had been partially damaged, and that part of the brain had directly changed from tofu brain to tofu dregs. The entire brain was directly damaged.
A quarter of the volume, but this woman is not dead yet, and still has strong vitality to survive.
"It's simply a miracle!" Gallon exclaimed and retracted the hand on the woman's head. He looked 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, swollen, foul-smelling, and ulcerated.
.Like a lump of black and purple rotting stinky meat. If it weren’t for the fact that some of the secondary sexual characteristics on her breasts hadn’t barely remained, no one would be able to tell her gender. It’s even questionable whether she could even be regarded as a human being.
Garen just pressed it, and his palms were covered with sticky, foul-smelling pus. "Throw it out on the street like this, and maybe the dead babies passing by will treat you as the same kind. Serious infection and pus all over the body, isn't it?
If you meet me, you won't even have a one-thousandth chance of survival."
He closed the bedroom door, wetted the towel with warm water and wrung it out, then walked to the person beside the bed and gently wiped the pus off her face with the towel.
His fingers were like scissors, and he cut off all the man's long clothes and trousers in 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, soil and blood clots on the surface. He asked Lala to change several basins of water before finally getting it 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 ten fingers of his hands brought up a large afterimage, and quickly touched the woman's chest, abdomen, head, and legs.
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 the secret martial arts method to temporarily activate his life potential to achieve the purpose of quickly healing the body, similar to Tiangang Balie. However, such activation will have a certain impact on the body's lifespan, but at this juncture, if this woman cannot survive it
, he probably even lost his life, let alone his lifespan.